How did he do that? One simple touch and I was falling apart. My need for him was insatiable.
“Correct?” His finger dipped down the front of my panties and touched me.
“Yes,” I answered.
“You’re already so wet. Do I turn you on that much?”
“Yes.” God, truer words had never been spoken.
“You know it’s mutual.” He used his other hand to take mine and set it on top of his dick straining against the cotton of his boxers. He was so hard. It was powerful, knowing I did that to him. And with that power, I knew what I wanted to do. I put my hands on his hard chest and eased him the three steps back to the couch.
Last time I’d gone down on him, it had lasted all of a minute. Tonight I wanted to see just how disoriented I could make him while I got to be in control. He allowed me to push his shoulders down, and he sat in the center of my worn but comfortable couch. I knelt between his knees and pulled his boxer briefs down, setting his massive dick free.
“Are you going to suck my cock?”
“That was the plan. Is that all right?” I touched it to my lips and looked up at him.
His face was determined. “If you don’t mind.”
I rolled my lips over my teeth and slid him into my mouth, enjoying the response that got, the sharp hiss of breath from him.
“Fuck,” he whispered. His hands pushed my hair back to give him a better view. I tried to take him as deep as I could, and as I drew up, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks. This earned me a whole slew of profanities, but they were all encouraging.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth, boss,” I said.
“Stop talking and focus on your task.” Again, no clue if it was a half-joke or completely serious.
I started slowly, just my mouth and suction, and graduated to moving my tongue around, licking him from the base all the way to the ridge beneath the head. His hand not holding my hair back was splayed out on his thigh, and I watched his fingers curl into a fist and then flex back out.
That was what I wanted. That tiny signal that maybe I could make him feel as out of control as he made me. I wrapped my hand tight around the part I couldn’t fit in my mouth and dragged my grip up, then back down, following with my mouth. It took no time for his dick and my hand to be coated in saliva.
He took shallow, quick breaths, watching me through hooded eyes. “Yeah, just like that.” Over and over again I moved, sometimes twisting my grip or letting my teeth ever so gently skim over him.
“Fucking shit,” he groaned. “Do you have blowjobs . . . on your résumé . . . under special skills? I’ll give you a recommendation.” I wanted to laugh or flash him a smug smile, but his hips moved to match my pace, urging me to go faster. I did, and his breathing grew more uneven and desperate.
“Evelyn, fuck, you have to stop.”
I wanted to hear it and kept my grip moving on him. “Why?”
“You’ll make me come.”
I used the most seductive voice I had. “Maybe I want that.”
But the power I held over him wasn’t as great when I was using my hands, and I could feel it slipped back to him.
“That’s not what I want.” It was almost a growl from him. “Stand up.”
I was independent and strong, and raised not to take orders from anyone. Yet, his orders made me shudder, made heat pool in my body, flowing toward the junction of my thighs. I put my hands on his knees and raised myself up so I stood between his legs.
His hand went to the pocket of his pants nearby, fishing out a condom packet and tearing it open. I watched long fingers expertly roll it on. He slipped his hands around my waist, dragging his tongue on the skin just above my panties. Fingers slipped under the fabric, easing one side down over my hipbone, and his hot mouth followed.
“Logan,” I whispered. Hearing his name on my lips did something to him. Like it snapped the control he had on himself, if only for a second, but it was so worth it to see him come undone. His hands yanked my panties down.
“Come here,” he said, snaking an arm behind my back and pulling me down on him, one leg on either side and his dick right at my entrance. “I want to be inside you.”
Yes, I wanted that too. I lowered down on him, taking just the tip in, and I had to bite my lip. Would my body ever get used to him? His hands were on my hips, but helping to hold me there, not pressing me down on him.
While my body was adjusting, he set his face in the crook of my neck and began kissing me, working his way up. Toward my mouth, where he knew he wasn’t allowed. I took another inch inside, gasping against the protest my body made.