“Oh yeah, oh yeah…” she moaned when he closed his lips around her left nipple and sucked, cupping her right breast in his hand. “That’s it. That’s…”
Words deserted her as he lashed her nipple with his tongue, sliding his hand back down to her sex to penetrate her with a confident finger.
“Oh fuck…” she groaned, rolling her hips to take it deeper, holding his head to her breast with a far-from-gentle hand at the back of his head.
He feasted on her nipple and fucked her with his finger, in utter control of her pleasure. In utter control of her body’s response.
She rode his hand, wrapping her legs around his hips as he moved his mouth to her other breast, propelling her to the edge of a precipice she hadn’t anticipated.
Her third orgasm took her by surprise; a short, tight, and fierce climax that tore a strangled cry from her throat.
“Holy crap,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, her pussy clamping around his thrusting finger. “Holy—”
He captured her mouth with his.
Her own juices slicked his tongue and lips. She didn’t care. In fact, it was time she tasted him…
Pulling away from the kiss, she pressed her palms to his chest and met his gaze. “My turn,” she said and dropped her legs from around his hips, shoving him back a step.
A shaky laugh fell from him. “If you in—”
She didn’t give him a chance to finish the word. Wrapping one hand around his balls, she dropped to her knees and slid her mouth down his engorged cock.
“Fuck me,” Owen groaned, hips bucking forward.
Sucking up his length entirely, she pulled off him with a pop and grinned up at him. “Later. For now, I’m having fun.”
He breathed out a laugh, his eyes on hers. “Go for it. I’m not going to stop you.”
Flashing another grin, she cupped his sac and gave it a little tug. “Better not.”
He laughed again, and once again, the sound melted into a raw groan as she closed her mouth over his length.
His fingers combed through her hair, gently holding on to a fistful, not so much guiding her motion but engaging with it. Something about the subtle connection sent a hot lick of happiness through her, and she increased her speed and suction, taking him deeper still, cupping and squeezing his balls.
His breathing quickened, turning erratic and hitching. His hand in her hair grew tighter. She flattened her tongue to the rigid length of his erection and drew her lips up, stopping when she reached the rim of his cockhead and flicking at the tiny slit at its crown before plunging down again.
“F…fuck, I’m going to bl- come in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he warned.
A part of her wanted exactly that. A part of her wanted to bring him to the most intense orgasm of his life with only her mouth the way he had done with her.
Another part though, a selfish part, wanted to see his face when he came. Wanted to see the pleasure she’d given him there. Hearing it in his ragged breaths and groans was one thing, seeing it…
His fist tightened in her hair, and almost grounding out a low laugh, he jerked his length from her mouth and staggered back a step.
She sat back on her ankles, licking at her bottom lip as she looked up at him. Once again, her hip reminded her this kind of movement was all very new and unexpected, but she didn’t care. She was having way too much fun.
Eyes fluttering closed for a second, Owen wrapped his hand around his dick and squeezed, shaking his head. “Fuck, I didn’t realize I had such willpower.”
“I’m both impressed and shattered,” she said, her body aching for him already. It felt wrong not having a part of him inside her in some way.
His ragged chuckle fell from him, and he met her gaze. “You have no idea how much I wanted to fucking explode in your mouth.”
“So why didn’t you?”
An uncertain frown twisted his eyebrows, and he ducked his head. “I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
Bria laughed, shook her head and laughed again. “Oh my God, Owen, I—”
She stopped herself just before she said she could fall in love with him. No man wanted to hear the L word during a wild hookup. No woman only recently out of a semi-serious relationship and in her right mind should utter it either. But damn, he was so freaking incredible and sexy and funny and sweet and…
Stop it. Ride him like a fucking pole, Bria, and then say good night. Goodbye. The guy lives in Australia for Pete’s sake. Remember that.
He watched her.
Heart racing, she slowly straightened to her feet—biting back a wince as her hip complained a little—and closed the small space between them. “Do you have a condom?” she asked, feathering her fingers up the underside of his jutting cock.
His chest swelled as he sucked in a slow breath. “I have a condom,” he confirmed, voice low and husky, stare holding hers.
She closed her fingers around his thick dick and brushed her nipples to his chest. “Get it.”