Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,52

against her, from fucking her mouth.

After a few seconds of perfect, oh-fuck-yes pleasure, she pulled back. His length slid from her lips, glistening wet, and she gasped as she caught her breath. Then, before he could ask if she was okay, she took him hungrily back into her mouth.

“Jesus,” he growled as she sped up the pace. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking—ohhh shit.” He watched her slide back and forth along his near-painful erection, her eyes fluttering shut, her low moans sending vibrations along his cock and up his spine. He couldn’t stop his hands from cradling her face, sinking into the softness of her hair, even as he chastised himself.

He didn’t do things like this. He didn’t give into his urge to rut against a woman’s face, to use her mouth, even if his balls were tightening and his vision was blurring, and his lust was an uncontrollable beast.

But Ruth pressed a hand over his, as if encouraging him. He looked down and realised that she’d slid her other hand beneath her waistband, that she was touching herself. His knees almost buckled. Evan sagged back against the door and pressed a hand to the wall for support.

Christ, he wanted her naked. He wanted to watch as she played with her own pussy for him, as she came with his cock in her mouth. He wanted to see her cunt wet and soft and wanting him.

“You like this,” he grunted, his hips jerking as she sucked him deep.

She moaned again, her eyes meeting his, her tongue working him expertly.

“I want you to come,” he said. He didn’t recognise his own voice. It was harsh, commanding, nothing like him, but it tumbled from his lips anyway and it seemed right. “I want you to come,” he repeated, firmer now, “and then I want to fuck you.”

She shook her head slightly and pulled back, releasing him. “In my mouth,” she breathed.

If he hadn’t been desperate before, he was now. The sight of her gleaming, swollen lips, the sound of her breathless murmur—it was all too much. She sucked him again and he gave in. He tightened his grip on her hair and thrust, holding her still as he pumped into her, gritting his teeth as the hand beneath her waistband moved faster.

When she came, squeezing her eyes shut, her throat seemed to tighten around him. He felt the vibration of her long, drawn out moan, and he let go. Sensation danced along his spine as he groaned out his release, holding her tightly against him, burying himself. She clutched his thighs and swallowed everything he gave her.

Completely drained, Evan ran a hand over his face. His skin was hot, sweat gathering at his brow as if he’d run a damned marathon. He found himself grinning from ear to ear, which wasn’t really surprising. He might’ve just had the best orgasm of his life.

Ruth started to rise. In the interests of efficiency, Evan simplified the process and picked her up.

She gave a very un-Ruth-like shriek, followed by a reassuringly Ruth-like scowl. “What are you doing?”

Evan clasped his hands beneath her arse and tried not to look too smug when her legs tightened around his hips. “Nothing.”

“Oh, really?” She glared at him, her nose an inch from his. “It’s just, looking you in the eye is usually harder than this.”

“You never look me in the eye anyway.”

“Incorrect. I look you in the eye at least once a day. It’s disgracefully intimate.” Her lips were pursed, her eyes dancing. She was smiling his favourite kind of smile, the one that didn’t seem like a smile at all.

Evan kissed the corner of her mouth softly. He’d thought he loved that mouth before; now he was ready to pay it tithes. “You’re in a good mood. I don’t suppose—”

“It has nothing to do with you,” she cut in primly. “So don’t be smug.”

“Nothing?” He grinned. She huffed. He leant against the door and readjusted his hold on her, because she didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was essentially grabbing her arse.

So he might as well really enjoy it.

“Maybe it has something to do with you,” she admitted. “Slightly. Perhaps.”

“Perhaps.” His smile grew wider.

“Perhaps. By the way,” she added, her brow furrowing. “Why did you text me? I mean, did you want something?”

“Aside from this?”

She snorted. “If you’re trying to say that you rushed home from work for a blowjob—”

“To see you,” he corrected. “I rushed home from work to see you. I wanted to talk.”

“About?”

Evan