Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I tease the underside, loving that I feel him jump with every stroke.
I take him deeper, slowly, only taking a little more of him each time before sucking all the way back to the tip. It takes a long time to reach the base, but it’s worth it to hear the practically feral sound he makes when the tip of his cock slips into my throat.
Releasing him entirely, I seal my lips to his skin and suck down one side of his shaft and back up the other. Then back down again and underneath, and I take his balls into my mouth.
I’ve never done this with another person, and it feels naughty and intimate and arousing. The fact that Bryce’s hand immediately finds my hair, just holding on to me, tells me that it was a good idea. I suck one and the other, switching back and forth until Bryce is gasping and his fingers are digging into my scalp.
It’s then that I take him in again, all the way in one go this time. All the way down. I’ve always been good at this. I like the feeling of taking everything—of being so close to him I can feel the muscles in his stomach move and flex.
“Katti,” Bryce says, voice rough with sex and need. “I’m so close.”
“Mmm,” I tell him, and that only makes him groan again. I suck back to the tip and dive back down onto him. Again, and again, faster, fucking him with my mouth and not giving him a chance to breathe.
I hear when he sucks in a breath and feel it when he tenses, and I pull back in time for him to come across my tongue. His taste is concentrated and deep, and I swallow him even as he spills more heat into my mouth. So much that I almost lose some.
No.
I swallow faster, because I’m not going to lose a single drop. Until he’s finished, and he relaxes in front of me, and I clean him off before putting his cock away.
“Fuck,” he says. Drawing out the word like it might kill him. Reaching out, he catches me by the hips and pulls me down onto his lap. “You’re ridiculously good at that.”
“I know,” I say. “It’s one of my many good qualities.”
He tilts my face away so he has access to my neck, and drags his lips across my skin. “Mmm, I can definitely agree with that. Now it’s your turn.”
“Not yet,” I say. “We still have place cards to make.”
“Fuck the place cards.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t think your sister would appreciate that.”
“She’s an adult,” he says. “And pregnant. I have a feeling that she would very much appreciate it.”
I laugh, and stand up even though he tries to keep me sitting. “We’re going to do these, and when we’re finished, you can take me home and have your wicked way with me.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him move so quickly, helping me clear the food off the table and replacing it with the cards and the list of names that I’ll be writing. There honestly aren’t that many, and it won’t take that long. “Besides,” I say, “that was a fantasy I’ve had for a while. I need a few minutes to recover.”
Bryce stops, stock still. “You’ve had fantasies about me.” It’s not a question, more of a realization.
“Of course. I’m assuming you had them about me too.”
“More than I can count,” he says. “I just never…thought about it.” He pulls his chair close to mine as I start on the first of the names, concentrating on the calligraphy in the colors he gave me. “Tell me about them.”
I want to laugh, but I’m too focused on writing the name ‘Alexandra.’ “Bryce, I’ve wanted you for years. I can’t just tell you every fantasy I’ve had. There are too many. And you’re going to distract me,” I say because he’s leaned forward and pressed his lips to my shoulder.
“Tell me three.”
“Three fantasies?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
I take a breath, and sort out my words before I speak. “Because it’s embarrassing. And because not all my fantasies are…okay.”
“All fantasies are fine, Katti. That’s why they’re fantasies.”
“Says you.”
He nods. “I do. Tell me three fantasies. I swear that I’m not going to judge you for them.”
I bite my lip, fighting the blush. “I will. If you tell me three.”
“Fair enough,” he says. “I’ll start. I’ve imagined you blindfolded and bound to my bed where I can tease you with anything and everything. Making you squirm underneath me until I finally choose to fuck you and make you come.”
The breath rushes out of me all at once. I can see it in my mind, like an out of body experience. Myself tied to a bed as Bryce uses ice and feathers and other things to make me moan. I would be very very fine with that.