“Sweet God, have mercy!” His body jerked as though a whip had been laid to his balls.
Pleasure tore through him. It wasn’t insipid, it wasn’t a slow burn. It was hard, searing, it tore across his nerve endings as he bared his teeth in painful pleasure and growled in ravening hunger.
And he watched her. Watched the initial hesitation, felt it in the movement of her lips until she found the exact position she was looking for to tear his soul from his body.
Auburn curls fell like flames to caress his thighs as she began to move her mouth over his cock. Taking as much as she could hold, sucking deeply, her tongue flaying too sensitive flesh as her mouth tightened and worked over the thick cock head and sucking it against the roof of her mouth.
Oh God. Her fucking research was going to drive him insane. What the hell was he thinking? His fingers uncurled, his arms lifted; the only thought in his mind was to grab her hair and to force her mouth to move as he wanted.
Then she moaned. A sound of sheer pleasure, of wild temptation. Kell forced his hands back, tried to breathe through the pleasure and felt the sweat running down his brow.
He was crazy. He hadn’t tried to tame a vixen since he was a teenager and he hadn’t managed it successfully then. What the hell made him think he could do it now? Especially this particular vixen.
But he would never forget her face, her expression, at this moment, for as long as he lived. Her lashes drifted over her eyes, showing only a glimmer of her dark blue gaze. A flush darkened her cheeks and her cupid’s-bow lips were stretched wide over his engorged cock as her slender fingers wrapped around the stalk.
It wasn’t his first blow job, but he’d be damned if it wasn’t the sexiest one he’d ever had. Her lips moved up and down the throbbing head, her fingers stroked the shaft, her tongue licked and tasted, and he swore she was stealing his soul with the delicate greed of her sucking mouth.
“Ah sugar.” He winced at the thickening of the Cajun accent he thought he’d defeated years ago. “Your mouth is perfect. So sweet and hot.”
Her passionate little whimper vibrated on his flesh, causing him to stretch, to thrust against her lips. Hell, holding back was killing him. He could feel the need for release tightening his balls and tingling up his spine.
“So greedy,” he growled as her tongue licked over the small slit, probed and drew a pulse of semen that slipped past his control. “There you go. Suck me like you mean it, sugar.”
His fingers were digging into the couch cushion, his teeth bared in a grimace as he fought the pleasure. Just another minute, he swore. One more minute.
The soft suckling sounds pierced his head as she drew him deeper into her mouth. Slowly, oh hell, so slowly, drew him to her throat. Paused and released him. Drew him back again, released. Drew and swallowed, the reflex motion tightening and caressing the head of his cock in a move that had him snarling, pulling his hips down, trying to force her to release him.
The pressure eased, but for a second only. It returned as he watched moisture seep from the corner of her eyes at the effort it took to hold him there, to swallow and retreat.
“Emily.” He growled her name fiercely, staring down at her in desperation as her lashes lifted and he glimpsed the incredible pleasure that filled them. “Stop, vixen. Enough.”
She bore down again as he nearly jackknifed into a sitting position only to have her hand press imperatively against his abs.
“Do you know what’s coming?” he snarled, shaking the sweat from his eyes as he glared down at her. “I’ll fill your mouth, sugar. Ease up. You don’t want that this first time.”
A virgin. Sweet Lord, have mercy, a virgin vixen was destroying his control. Stealing it. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction and her mouth sank on his cock again, took him deep and swallowed.
Kell flung his head back, his hands jerking from the cushions to her hair, tangling in the strands, holding her still, and filled her mouth. He felt the hard, violent ejaculations spurting in hard jets as pleasure, ecstasy, ripped through his body and drew it achingly tight. Every bone and muscle tautened as a harsh groan tore repeatedly from his chest.
It was rapture. It was like nothing he had known. She could give lessons in blow jobs. She could destroy a man with that mouth, and she was destroying him as she consumed every drop of passion pouring from him.
“Come to me,” he grated out as she eased up, one last lingering lick of her tongue to his cock as her head began to lift.
His hands were still tangled in her hair as the sight of her rosy lips, damp and gleaming with moisture, seared into his brain.
“Kell.
” Her voice filled with aching need as he drew her up his body, pulling her to him.
“Come to my mouth, Emily,” he ordered roughly. “Come, sugar. Right up here. Let me taste that sweet pussy. Let me show you what you gave me.”
She was shaking, shuddering against him, as he drew her to him. She was still wearing her clothes. No way in hell was he giving her time to think as he removed them. As she moved above him, his hands eased her knees onto the cushions and he dragged his body lower. Until his lips were poised beneath her, his fingers gripping the material of the soft cotton Capris on each side of the seam and pulling.
It parted, the sound of rending cloth bringing a gasp from her lips and a warning tension to her body. A tension Kell didn’t allow to last for long. As the material parted, his lips were there. His teeth caught the edge of the triangle of silk covering her, pulling it to the side and then catching it with the fingers of one hand.
Then his tongue was free to touch her. Free to slide through the juicy slit, to taste ambrosia, the nectar of the gods, a heated, sweet syrup he knew would be his downfall.
Emily knew she had made a grave mistake. A tactical error, and she couldn’t stop. She was lost. The minute she heard the material of her Capris tearing, she knew nothing could stop this. Definitely not her. She couldn’t stop anything, she was too lost in that first lick through the folds of her sex and too desperate for more.