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

her?
    “I don’t have a…” he began, but she shook her head, her fingers scraping at his scalp as she tightened her grip on his hair. Holding him as if she was scared he was going away.
    He wasn’t going anywhere. If she thought otherwise, she was a bloody lunatic.
    “Look in…the drawers.” The words were choked and broken. “This…is Lillian McDermott’s home…there’s bound to be a condom in here somewhere.” She licked her lips, her chest heaving as she reached behind her, released her bra and tossed it aside.
    Alec’s stare dropped to her breasts for a dangerous second. Christ, they were perfect. Not too big, not too small, the nipples topping each was dusky pink and pebbled to taut attention. He dragged the pad of his thumb over one of them, his nostrils flaring as Frankie whimpered.
    Lifting his gaze back up to her face, he let out a hoarse breath, the pressure in his balls and his dick excruciating. Condom or no, the second he sank his shaft into Frankie’s pussy he knew for sure he was going to erupt.
    What would she think of him then?
    His gut knotted and he shook his head again. “I don’t know where…”
    “The drawer,” she gasped, in part because he’d scraped his thumb over her nipple again, in part because she’d jerked in response and his erection—that jutting rod of horny flesh—had pressed against the spread junction of her thighs. Hot blood surged into his balls and he ground his teeth. Control. He needed to find some control.
    Think of England. Think of truckloads of cow shit. Hell, think of the bloody prime minster if you have to, but get some control before Frankie gets a condom.
    Of course, telling himself to find some control was like telling the sun to stop setting. This was Francesca Winchester grinding herself against him. Their history dictated he had zero control over his actions when it came to The Gun.
    He pulled open the drawer to the left of Frankie’s butt cheek, the sound of its contents rattling around doing nothing to dampen the urgent need mounting in his body. He peered inside its shallow depths, finding only an assortment of combs, clips and other hair accessories.
    “Shit,” he heard Frankie mutter, disgust in her voice before she twisted to the right. The sound of wood sliding over metal tracks filled the room, louder than realistically possible, followed by Frankie gasping, “ yes .”
    She squirmed further to the right, her legs gripping his hips, her sex grinding to his cock in pleasurable torture as she leant over and snatched something from the open drawer.
    Alec sucked in a sharp breath, the feel of her damp heat against his dick like a charge of live electricity. Christ, how was he to survive this? He must have been a bloody idiot to think he could handle Francesca Win—
    Without warning, she shoved him backward.
    He stumbled away, his stare locking with hers as she slid from the vanity counter. Her boots hit the tiled floor with a solid crack, her lips parting, her eyes dilating. She tossed him a small foil square and her hands moving to her zippered fly as he snatched the condom out of the air.
    His cock jerked. His balls ached.
    Wordlessly, Frankie lowered her fly.
    He caught a glimpse of red lace and smooth, creamy flesh, of a pussy mound devoid of hair and a small tattoo of a handgun behind the lace of her undies, and then the door behind him swung inward, slamming into his back.
    “What the—?” a male voice muttered on the other side.
    With a low growl, Alec spun on his heel, pressed his palm flat to the door and pushed it shut.
    Another shout came from the hallway, an indignant curse followed by a solid thump on the door. “Oi!” The bloke shouted. “I wanna take a piss.”
    Before he could move his hand to the doorknob, Frankie’s arm slid past his waist, her fingers flicking the latch to the locked position. “Too bad,” she whispered, the warmth of her body radiating into his.
    His dick was so hard he felt sure his skin was