“You don’t mind”—she moved her lips up his length, still not making contact, and slid her free hand down her chest—“if I feel us both up. Do you? I wouldn’t ask, but that thing you did with your tongue...” She looked up at him, her lip caught between her bottom teeth. “Just the thought of sucking you off... I’m still hot.”
Every time he thought she couldn’t unravel him further... “Please do.”
She glided her tongue over the head of his cock. He growled when she dropped her hand between her legs at the same time she took him in her mouth, her groan vibrating through his skin. She moved slowly, keeping the tension high and him right at the edge, as she sucked.
Her sighs of pleasure increased, mingling with his. The sound of her voice blended with the look in her eyes, her mouth sliding up and down, and the sensation of her hand wrapped around him. All of them heightened every nerve ending in his body.
She pumped in rhythm with the bob of her head, hair spilling around her face and surrounding her in a curtain of blonde strands. He brushed her hair aside, needing to see her.
She increased her pace. Her muffled sighs and moans grew louder, and he recognized the sound of her drawing close to climax again. The noise drew him closer to a peak, taunting him, leaving his thoughts begging for release. She let her cries echo against his cock as she came, never slowing down.
He leaned back his head, so close to peaking but still not crossing that line. She caressed his sac, her fingers still slick from playing with herself, and he grunted in pleasure. She stroked the soft skin. Teasing. Tugging. Taunting. A rainbow wave spilled through his thoughts and filled his body. He felt a familiar clench in his gut and came fast and hard, all his thoughts vanishing in a rush when he hit the back of her throat with desperate thrusts.
She slowed as he did. As she pulled away, and licked him clean. He shuddered with each touch, his head still light from all the sensations.
She shifted her weight to sit on the floor, instead of kneeling, and folded her legs to the side. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she rested her head against the inside of his thigh. Expectation and question shone in her gaze when it met his.
He let out a laugh, tinged with relief and disbelief. “Wow.”
“So we call it a draw?”
He didn’t care what they called it, as long as he got to keep the memory seared in his head. Still, he said, “A draw implies we get to try for a tie-breaker.”
“I guess it does.”
He trailed his fingers through her hair, watching the rise and fall of her chest. Memorizing how perfect this moment was. Did they really need to be somewhere else tonight?
She sighed. “We should probably leave soon.”
“Yeah.” That answered that. The bubble encasing them shattered.
She grabbed her shirt as she stood, pulling it on but letting it hang open. Her smile never faded. “I need another quick shower.”
Fantasy ran rampant through his thoughts. “You want help?”
“Most definitely.”
He closed the distance between them, tangled his fingers in her hair, and kissed her hard. His teeth crushed into his lips, and she groaned against his mouth. Yeah, he liked kissing her a lot. Good thing they hadn’t taken another time off the table. Just the soft press of her lips was enough to make him half hard again.
He let go, not hiding his smirk when a tiny sigh escaped her lips. “Maybe next time,” he said. “You don’t want to hear it from Kenzie, for being late. But give me five minutes to clean up when you’re done?”
“Sure.”
He watched her walk away, hips swaying, the shirt barely covering her ass. Reality rushed back in, and he sank into his seat with a grunt.Please don’t let this be a mistake. The internal plea turned to a chanting voice, asking if he was being selfish again, doing what he wanted, regardless of who else was involved. True, the consequences for hurting Riley wouldn’t be as severe as his last big mistake, but he’d never forgive himself if he were a cause of long-term pain for her.