“Enough.”
A satisfied smile lifted her lips as she began working her fingers downward. She slipped them into the waistband of his jeans, a quick tease before she undid the button, then hooked a fingertip into his boxer briefs and slid the denim over his straining erection. Pulled them down his legs. He kicked them out of the way. Once again, she bent down, retrieved his pants to fold them with care before piling them on top of his shirt.
She walked back and knelt in front of him. When she licked her lips, his heart nearly beat out of his chest. This wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but it was obviously what she wanted. And when she reached out and cupped his c**k in her smooth hands, he’d have given her anything she asked for.
Her grip was soft as she ran her fingers over his length.
“Harder.”
She nodded, but before following instructions, she leaned in and swiped her tongue along his straining shaft. The pleasure from that fleeting touch was almost enough to make him come, but she wasn’t finished, making sure to lubricate him with her mouth before gripping him harder in her hand and pumping more steadily.
He swore out loud. “God, you’re going to kill me,” he muttered.
Big brown eyes glanced up at him, amusement and sheer desire in the depths, before she broke contact and refocused on her task. Instead of keeping up the pressure with her talented hands, she gripped his thighs and sucked him between her glistening lips.
She swirled her tongue over and around his cock, drawing him into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. With a groan, he grasped her hair, pulling hard as he thrust in and out of her willing mouth.
Her low groan told him she liked the bite of erotic pain he’d applied. In fact, she worked at him eagerly, licking, sucking, moaning around him, the vibrations sending him to another plane of pleasure. She accepted all of him, his c**k hitting the back of her throat with each pass through her lips.
He’d worry about hurting her except she was obviously as into it as he was, her soft moans only serving to bring him closer to the brink.
Light flashed behind his eyes as pleasure and Amanda consumed him. His body drew tight, and when she swallowed around him, he was done for. He came without thought of pulling out, and considering the eager way she swallowed every last bit, he had nothing to worry about.
Except when he came to himself and glanced down, he realized her hand was beneath her skirt and she was obviously taking care herself. Though his legs were shaking, he was still the one in control here, and she needed to know it.
He grasped her beneath her arms and pulled her up until they were nose to nose.
“What?” she asked with a too-cute pout, clearly annoyed he’d interrupted her.
“Let’s get something straight.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Your orgasms are my job.” He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Bedroom?” he asked.
She had a pleased expression on her face, her lips turned upward in a grin, and she pointed toward the back of the apartment.
He still hadn’t taken the time to really look at where she lived, and he didn’t stop to do it now, striding toward the open door with one wriggling, aroused woman in his arms.
He stepped into her bedroom and deposited her on the bed. His first thought was that she had to get a king-sized mattress if he was going to stay here often. Knowing how fired up that comment would make her, he kept it to himself.
He laid her on the bed, and Amanda had never felt so wanton or decadent. She’d never had a half-naked man in her bedroom standing over her, waiting to do God knows what either. But Decklan had walked in and taken over.
And though she normally called the shots in her daily life, she loved the ability he had to make her not think. In fact, since they’d gotten together, she’d stopped focusing on herself and her issues altogether, something she hadn’t realized but dawned on her now. He really got her in a way no one had. And she was beginning to wish she could keep him without hurting Brad in the process.
The thought would have had her pulling back, but Decklan was ahead of her, as usual. “Eyes on me, baby.”
She blinked and came back to focus on him.
He ran a strong hand over her calf and up her leg, his rough hands arousing her with his sensual touch. “Did I really catch you with your hand on your clit?”
She blinked up at him and smiled. “Maybe?”
He shook his head and laughed, but before she could breathe easy, he flipped her over, raised her skirt, jerked her panties down and off her legs, and treated her to one hard slap on each cheek.
She sucked in a breath at the sting, waited, and sure enough, the warmth caused her sex to tingle. “Who’s in charge in the bedroom?” he asked.
She hesitated, and when he smacked her once more, she realized she’d done it on purpose, wanting this exact result. She moaned and laid her head on the bed.