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

erection in her hand. “You put that mouth of yours anywhere near my dick and we’re both in trouble.”
    Frankie laughed again, enjoying Alec’s self-deprecating humour as much as the feel of his steely length in her hand. Almost as much as the thought of that length slipping between her lips.
    Nowhere near as much as the thought of it buried in her sodden sex.
    Trouble? Yes, sir. Trouble with a big fucking capital T.
    “So what do you suggest, Alec?” She lifted an eyebrow, slowly working her hand up and down his erection. Her breath came from her in shallow pants. God knows, it seemed she was as close to losing control as he was.
    That molten desire flared in his eyes again, hotter this time, if that was humanly possible. “I suggest a different kind of sucking.”
    And with that, he pulled back from her, his cock slipping from her grip as he yanked her T-shirt over her head, pulled her bra aside and captured one nipple with his lips, drawing its pebbled form into his mouth with hungry pressure. Just like that.
    “Oh, yes,” Frankie cried, bowing her back and tangling her fingers in his hair.
    His tongue rolled over her nipple, flicking it inside his warm, wet mouth. He suckled a little, enough to make her whimper and squirm on the edge of the vanity counter, before nipping her nipple with his teeth and then laving it with his tongue again.
    Exquisite ribbons of tension twisted through the pit of Frankie’s belly, down into her womb. No, change that, her very soul. She ground her teeth, hissing out her breath as Alec’s mouth and tongue and teeth worked on her nipple. Holy crap, she’d had her breasts sucked on before—what sexually active woman hadn’t?—but it never had felt like this. Damn it, what was Alec doing that felt so…so…
    Perfect?
    No. That couldn’t be the answer. If it was, that meant he was the perfect lover, and he couldn’t be. Could he?
    The answer didn’t come. What did was another shard of delicious sensations. Building, gripping, pulsing sensations that made her shallow pants turn to ragged gasps. Lord, he was going to make her come just by sucking her breasts.
    Frankie’s head spun. Colours began to swirl in her vision. Her toes curled in her boots. Curled . She closed her eyes, holding Alec’s head to her breast even as she felt the base of her spine tingle. Oh, God, she was so fucking close. How did he do this? What was he, some kind of sexual maestro? Why did she not know this before now? How many years had she wasted?
    The questions rushed through her pleasure-fogged brain, fast and defying answers. There was no way she could conjure rational thought. Not when she felt so goddamn good. So goddamn freaking—
    Alec switched breasts, yanking her bra aside to suck hard on the new focus of his amazing mouth.
    Scalding electricity shot through all of Frankie’s nerve endings and she cried out, bucking her hips forward, her sex desperate for the thick presence of his cock. She wanted him inside her. Her clit ached with the need to feel his shaft sliding over it. Her pussy lips throbbed with the need to have its girth part them. Damn it, she was on the cusp of an orgasm and her sex was as untouched as a freaking virgin’s.
    “I want…” She swiped her tongue over her dry lips, opening her eyes to gaze at the powder room ceiling. Her blood roared in her ears. Her pulse pounded in her throat. “Oh, God, Alec, I want you to fuck me. Now.”
     
    The words burst from Frankie in a raw whisper, sending a surge of concentrated heat into Alec’s groin. He pulled away from her breast, drawing her nipple past his lips until it popped free. Her responding moan was almost his undoing. Straightening just enough to gaze into her eyes, he sucked a slow breath in through his nose, the musky perfume of her pleasure streaming into his being. He swallowed, holding Frankie’s stare. Christ, he’d never been so fucking close to erupting.
    And now she was telling him she wanted him inside