I withdrew my hand, letting her dress fall back into place, and like I’d done when we auditioned, I scooped her up into my arms. She squeaked with surprise, but I didn’t let it slow me down as I strode toward the end of the bed, and then set her down there.
Her yelp of surprise was louder when I gave her shoulders a gentle but urgent shove, forcing her down onto her back. I was impatient, and my knees hit the carpet in a loud thud.
“You want some honesty?” I asked as I pushed the layers of fabric back, billowing the skirt of her dress around her waist. “I got jealous watching your scene with Scott and Nina.”
She lifted her head to peer down at me, kneeling between her legs, and her mouth dropped open. “You did?”
I curled my fingers around the sides of her panties, which were sexy but had to go. “You came when she went down on you.” She lifted her hips, making it easier for me to tug her underwear down her legs. “That means I’m the only person in the house who hasn’t done that yet, made you come with their mouth.” I tossed them aside and delivered a determined look. “But I’m about to.”
She swallowed hard, making her throat bob, and then uttered the same thing she’d said during our audition, the phrase that had driven me wild. Except this time, it wasn’t a challenge.
“Then fucking do it already,” she whispered.
Shit, she created a fire inside me, and sweat slicked my skin, making my shirt cling to my back. I smoothed my hands up her legs until I got to her knees and then pushed them back to her shoulders, opening her to me.
Her pussy was all wet and perfect, and I dove in.
My tongue barely made contact with her clit before the tremble in her ratcheted up. Her legs shook, vibrating under my palms, and while I sighed with enjoyment, she sighed with exasperation.
She put her hands on the insides of her thighs like she could stop it or hold them still.
I paused and trailed my fingertips over one of her hands. “Does it hurt? The trembling?”
“No. It’s just annoying.”
“I fucking love it.” I smiled before bringing my mouth back to her. She didn’t like the tremble, just like she hadn’t wanted to be attracted to me, but her body had other ideas.
I spun the tip of my tongue across her clit, fluttering it back and forth, and as I worked, her little gasps and moans grew louder and more intense. Her body arched and bowed and writhed, while her hands alternated between clutching at the sheets, or gripping a handful of my hair.
Her skin was so soft and . . . sensitive. For a second, I considered slowing my tongue and backing her down from the orgasm that seemed to be building inside her, but—
No, that was a terrible idea.
I’d wanted this since our audition, and I wasn’t going to wait any longer. I was pretty sure I would have gotten her over the edge with just my mouth that night if she hadn’t distracted me with the blowjob.
I listened to the pace of her breathing. The whimpers that seeped from her lips. How she stretched and contracted with pleasure, watching for any dramatic change to signal she was getting close.
And she didn’t make me wait long.
“Oh, yes,” she said urgently. “Like that.”
I moved my tongue in a flurry, lashing at her damp, lush skin. One of her hands speared into my hair while the other reached out to ball the sheet in her fist.
“I’m coming,” she cried, but I would have known even if she hadn’t said a word. I’d watched her videos so many times, my ear was tuned to the sound.
Her orgasm was short but powerful, judging by how hard she shuddered and the gasp it punched from her lungs. I slowed my tongue, giving her long, languid strokes while she came down, and I didn’t stop until her hand on my head urged me back.
Her voice was quiet and appreciative. “Fuck.”
Hmm, yes. It was exactly what I wanted to do.
I planted a kiss on the inside of her quaking thigh before rising to my feet. My shadow fell on her as she stared up at me, looking blissfully happy . . . but still hungry. Her orgasm was just the appetizer, and I was ready for the main course.
She studied me with eyes that were heavy with lust as I jerked off my tie, hurled it to the floor, and got to work on the buttons of my shirt.
“I want to see your tits,” I demanded, yanking off my shirt. “Can you pull your dress down, or do I need to take it off?”
She grabbed one of the straps and peeled it down to her elbow, then did the same with the other side, giving me everything I wanted. Jesus, her tits were my favorite part of her body, and I stared at her tight nipples while I undid my pants.