She did what he asked. It stunned her to realize it, but she literally shook in anticipation. He cupped her skull and pushed his cock head between her lips slowly, his girth causing her mouth to part wider. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she shut her eyes so that she could completely focus on the feeling of his cock stretching her lips, the softness of his skin sliding next to her tissues . . . the salty, musky taste that filled her mouth.
He paused when her lips encircled the thick, delicious rim beneath the cock head.
“I told you to keep your eyes open, Sophie. Look at me.”
She pried her eyelids apart and stared up at the glorious length of him. His face looked set and rigid as he looked down at her; his eyes glittering in the shadows caused by his falling bangs bracketing his cheekbones.
“God . . . your eyes, Sophie,” he muttered gruffly. “Maybe I’d be better off having you close them. But don’t . . . just . . . stay still. Do you understand?”
She nodded, making his cock bob in the air.
He flexed his hips and firmed his hold on the back of her head. His cock slid along her tongue. She stared up at him as he slowly filled her mouth with his throbbing flesh. When her eyes went wide in alarm as he neared her throat, he eased out slowly, grunting in pleasure. He held her immobile while he repeated the process, thrusting shallowly into her again and again, fucking her mouth more rapidly now, pushing a millimeter or two more of his long cock between the ring of her lips with each lusty stroke.
The only control she had in the situation was how firmly she clasped his cock and the magnitude of her suck. She took full advantage of what control she possessed, making her lips a tight clamp and creating such a fervid suction that her cheeks hollowed out and their inner lining touched his thrusting penis.
He watched himself penetrating her mouth for several taut moments before he met her gaze. “That’s right,” he said thickly, still pumping between her lips. “Give in to it. Let me use you . . . just for a little bit, Sophie.”
She moaned at his volatile words, vibrating into his flesh. What he’d said had paradoxically shamed and aroused her. Perhaps her shame came from enjoying this so much, relishing in seeing his pleasure. It was a little like watching him masturbate, but different because she knew his excitement came from what he did to her.
A dove crooned in the woods, the noise calm and soothing, strangely at odds with Thomas’s rigid muscles and grunts and growls of mounting arousal as he thrust into her mouth. Sophie’s lips and jaw grew sore from her tight hold on him and her efforts to maintain a healthy suck, but she didn’t let up. She loved observing her effect on Thomas.
She could smell his arousal with every inhale now, and tasted it as well, as his cock left an occasional stream of pre-cum on her tongue. She longed to put her hands on him, to feel the tight flex of his hard buttocks as he thrust in and out of her mouth, but he’d indicated she should keep her hands behind her back. Her sex had grown warm, wet, and achy. She felt her juices lubricating her inner thighs, but her own arousal didn’t detract from her pleasure at observing Thomas in the midst of sexual excitement . . . in fact, just the opposite. She wanted to take him deeper, to throw him into a frenzy of need.
As if he’d read her mind, he paused with several inches of turgid flesh filling her mouth. He studied her as he ran his fingers over her neck and stroked the base of her skull. His tender caresses on the new, fine hairs at her nape caused her to tremble.
“Do you want more?” he asked in a hushed tone.
She nodded eagerly and sucked hard on his cock, making him grimace. She flinched when the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat, but he withdrew almost immediately. When she resumed her lusty suck and looked into his face entreatingly, he flexed his hips and slowly penetrated her again. This time, she controlled her body’s defensive reaction when he touched her throat and continued to breathe evenly through her nose.
“Aww, Sophie. Your eyes are going to be the death of me,” he grated out between a clenched jaw. He slid out of her throat, the spasm in his cheek making it clear to her how difficult the withdrawal had been before he tested her once again.
Sophie’s sexual arousal was so great, her concentration on bringing Thomas pleasure so immense, that the sound of the car approaching never even penetrated her awareness. A woman’s shout coming from the direction of the lake house made her pause, however, with Thomas’s cock filling her mouth, the tip lodged in her throat.
“Sophie!” Daisy Dolan called cheerfully. “I’ve got your mail.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Thomas’s entire attention was focused down to the narrow channel of immense pleasure Sophie granted him. He could have forgotten anything with Sophie’s lips wrapped so tightly around his cock and her huge, velvety eyes staring up at him as he had his way with her. He knew he was behaving like a barbarian, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from relishing what she offered so freely. Besides, knowing he was desecrating Sophie just a little added an intoxicating spice to his arousal.
He wanted to be tender with her . . . but he wanted to dirty her just as much.
He never heard the woman’s first call, too preoccupied with Sophie’s delicious mouth, too busy drowning in the liquid sex of her eyes . . . too wrapped up in the building pressure of the explosive orgasm building in his testicles. Thomas only knew something was wrong by the sight of Sophie’s eyes suddenly going wide and panicked while half his cock was buried between her lips. At first he’d thought he’d pushed too hard or far into her throat, but then the woman’s call pierced the roar of lust echoing in his ears.
“Soo-phee,” a woman crooned. Thomas guessed the intruder on their carnal interlude stood at the back corner of Sophie’s lake house. When she called again, it was clear she was walking down the length of the yard toward the lake.
Toward them.
Sophie started in shock, but Thomas’s fingers were already rubbing her scalp, soothing her. “Shhhh,” he whispered softly. “She won’t come back here.”
For a few taut, electrical seconds, they remained immobile, staring into each other’s eyes, both of them still and alert for sounds of the visitor . . . Thomas’s throbbing cock lodged in Sophie’s wet, warm mouth. He heard the woman’s footsteps on the dock and knew Sophie had heard them, too, when her eyelids flickered anxiously. Whether on purpose or not, she tugged gently on his cock.
Sweat trickled down his abdomen. Damn, it was the purest kind of torture to stay still under these circumstances. He grimaced as he slid his swollen cock out an inch and then back into Sophie’s mouth, the small stroke sending tingles of excitement up his spine.
“I’m sorry,” he told her silently as he continued to fuck her mouth with tiny, electrical thrusts. His cock looked enormous now, stretching her lips wide. He was about to come and he couldn’t stop himself. Perhaps he could have ceased if Sophie had jerked away from him, but instead her dark eyes glazed with lust as she stared up at him and she pulled on his cock hard enough to make sweat pour off his brow. There was something else that he saw in her gaze that made him lose all vestiges of control.
Permission.
One hand fell to the back of the boathouse, bracing himself, as he gave himself wholly to the experience. When he felt Sophie’s throat muscles tighten around the tip of his cock, squeezing him, he knew he’d reached his limit. At the moment of his crisis, guilt stabbed through him for the way he’d been using Sophie so selfishly for his pleasure. He wanted like hell to explode in her mouth, but hadn’t he been forceful enough with her as it was? His entire body went tight as a coiled spring, his jaw clenched to prevent a shout of bliss from ripping out of his throat. He winced in unbearable pleasure, but the second before he came, he jerked his cock out of Sophie’s mouth.