Suck and Blow: Party Games, Book 1 by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online

pinched tighter, turning into twin tips of agonizing flesh stabbing at the material of her shirt.
    She moaned, letting her head loll backward, her own fingers still struggling with his fly.
    “Let me,” he growled against her temple, and suddenly, with just a flick of his wrist, his button was popped and the head of his cock pushed against her fingers. Insistent and hot and velvet smooth.
    Frankie’s breath caught. She pulled away from him a little, enough to let her see the bulbous dome he’d released. Her mouth went dry. Jesus, if that was only the tip of the head…
    He’ll be fucking huge.
    There was nothing disconnected about that thought. Nor foreboding.
    Her pussy fluttered and, her hands trembling—trembling, for Pete’s sake—she snared the tiny silver zipper tag and undid his fly altogether.
    “Fuck.”
    The expletive left her in a shaky moan. His cock wasn’t just huge. It was massive. It jutted upward from his gaping fly, long and thick and demanding, its head distended and purple, a hint of light-brown curls kissing its root.
    “Fuck,” she moaned again. Her mouth grew drier. “Who’da thought…”
    She didn’t let herself finish. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around that impressive organ and gave a tight squeeze.
    It jerked in her grip, just as Alec hissed in a swift, harsh breath. “Christ, Frankie.”
    She tore her stare from his cock and looked at up him, the need to say something flippant, something sarcastic dying on her lips.
    His eyes didn’t just smolder with desire, they were ablaze. An inferno of desire so molten she lost all train of thought.
    Her sex contracted, her anus too. She pulled in a shallow breath, her head still spinning, and she realized she was drunk. Drunk on the man she’d known for almost twenty years and loathed until an hour ago.
    Bullshit, Francesca. You never hated him. He was the only person who ever challenged—
    It was Alec who killed the unsettling thought this time. Alec with his crushing kiss and amazing tongue and wicked hands. He pulled her harder to his body, pushing her backward as he did so until her backside pressed to the edge of something cool and smooth. The vanity counter, Frankie’s befuddled brain told her, a mere heartbeat before Alec hoisted her off her feet and perched her on its surface.
    He raked his hands over the back of her thighs, hooking her legs around his hips. She locked her ankles behind his arse, her fingers still holding his thick cock, her tongue dancing with his.
    She dragged her thumb over the tip of his erection, a shiver rippling up her spine as her skin encountered slick moisture.
    Pre-come.
    The word whispered through her head and her pussy throbbed in response.
    Throbbed? Who was she kidding? It bloody well was close to having some kind of convulsion. It was squeezing and constricting and pulsing like never before. She’d never been so freaking horny and they weren’t even fucking yet.
    Alec’s mouth slid from her lips, over her jaw and up to her ear. His teeth and lips nipped at the sensitive dip beneath it. “Keep gripping my dick like that and I’m going to embarrass myself.”
    His cock jerked in her hand, growing stiffer and longer as if to prove his point. Liquid heat pooled in Frankie’s core, her pulse quickening at the idea of Alec’s come spurting from his body, splashing onto her fingers. Over her breasts and lips.
    Her mouth watered and she let out a shaky little laugh, closing her eyes when he nipped at her earlobe. “Can I call it revenge?”
    “Call it what you want, sweetheart,” he rumbled, dipping his tongue into her ear, “but it’s not changing the fact I’m about to blow.”
    His confession made her laugh again and she tightened her legs around his hips, stroking the tip of his cock with her thumb again, smearing the beads of his pleasure oozing from its tiny slit over his taut skin. “Isn’t the sucking meant to come first?”
    He chuckled, thrusting his hips upward, pumping his