When she started to rub his cock through the material, he tensed and pressed against her, unable to resist how damn good it felt. He wanted more, wanted the feel of his cock against her hand.
He untied his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang out and she sat up, straddled the chair and grasped his dick in her hand. She slid his shaft between her fingers then squeezed him with both hands.
“God, that feels good.” He leaned back, not sure whether he enjoyed the sensation or watching the look of utter rapture on her face as she stroked him. Both were making his balls tighten.
He wanted to bury himself inside her and forget she had ever been an assignment—that she still was. This wasn’t part of his job. He didn’t have to pretend to get close to her anymore, because this was as close as he was ever going to get.
And this time, she was here because it was where she wanted to be.
As she stroked him, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the flimsy material of her swimsuit.
“Take it off,” he said, motioning to her top.
Her lips curved. She knew damn well she was the one with all the power right now. She released his cock and reached back to untie the string at her neck, teasing him by holding the material while she untied the back. Then she pulled the top away and revealed her breasts.
Her nipples tightened under his gaze. Jed sucked in a hard breath as she leaned forward and captured his cock between her lips, rolling her tongue around the crest. He jerked against her tongue, the strong urge to let go almost more than he could bear.
But her sweet, hot mouth surrounded him, and he wanted more of it, knew he could hold on if she’d just—
Oh, yeah. She took his cock between her lips, took her time sliding her mouth over his cock. It was the sweetest hell. Sweat beaded and ran down his back as he fought to hold on, to keep from jettisoning into her mouth. He needed this to last, wanted to feel every second as she squeezed his shaft with tight suction, only to let go and swirl her tongue over every inch of him as if his cock were an ice cream cone.
He swept his hand over her hair as she rose to the tip and licked the crest. She lifted her gaze to his and smiled, cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He swallowed when she gave him a knowing grin, then covered his dick with her mouth and went down on him again, stroking him with her mouth in a way that made him certain this torment was going to end in a hurry.
He gripped the edge of the chaise and pushed against her mouth, feeding her his cock as the freight train of orgasm rushed through his nerve endings.
“I’m going to come, Elena. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
She gripped the base of his cock and stroked him, forcing his shaft deep into her mouth.
He let out a loud groan, wrapped his hand around her hair and held her there while he erupted, shuddering as he climaxed.
Elena continued to suck him as he came, holding tight to his cock while he gave her everything he had. When he collapsed against the chair, she swept her tongue over the head of his cock, then let go and raised her head, licked her lips and smiled at him.
She was a vision. Topless, her cheeks pink, her hair wild around her face and her lips moist. If he wasn’t utterly spent, he’d pull her on top of him and fuck her.
But he was going to need a few minutes until he was ready for that, which didn’t mean he couldn’t get her ready.
He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her, tasting his salty come on her lips and tongue. He licked her lips, then dove inside for a deeper taste of her. He kissed her jaw, licking along the column of her throat.
“Jed,” was all she said.
He bent her back, holding her with his arm across her back while he took a nipple in his mouth, flicking it hard with his tongue, then sucking it deeper between his lips.
Elena let out a soft cry and reached for his arms, digging her nails into his skin as he moved from one nipple to the other to suck them.
She liked to have her nipples sucked, the harder the better. His dick began to stir to life again. No surprise, since she was so responsive to everything he did.
He slipped his hand under her butt, lifted her and swapped positions with her, leaning her back against the chaise. He draped her legs on either side of the chair, spread her out, then sat back and stared at her.
He could take a picture of her like this, her legs open, her nipples still wet from his mouth, and her eyes half-hooded, watching him. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and he smiled up at her.
“Now I’m going to lick your pussy and make you scream.”
Her eyes opened. “Are you sure there’s no one else around?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care. Either way, it’s a little late to be worried about that, don’t you think?”
She let out a soft laugh. “I guess you’re right.”