didn’t expect was for her to go down full bore and suck. Troy nearly shot to the roof, every muscle convulsed. A stream of obscenities rattled off his lips.
One hand moved along his abs, up to his pecs as the other moved under his sac. She continued to drive him insane with her hot mouth and light scrape of teeth.
America’s Sweetheart had a very dirty side. Who would’ve have guessed?
She pinched his nipple and he bucked into her mouth inadvertently. She moaned, let her hand slide to his hip where she gripped him tighter, dug her nails into his skin.
He had to have her. Had to taste her while she did this to him. He hooked his arm around her thigh and shifted her over his face. He needed the distraction or he wouldn’t last another ten seconds. God almighty, she was soaking wet and tasted like sweet sin. He sucked, licked and nibbled. He spread her ass cheeks as he tortured and teased with his mouth and his tongue. He loved the way she trembled and shook. The intimacy of the act had never floored him as it did in this minute. He’d never felt closer to a woman than he did right now. Her moans vibrated through his dick to his balls. She lost her rhythm and her body stiffened as her internal muscles clenched in a hard orgasm. He would have pulled her off him, but she took him deeper. She had to know what was coming.
“Shit, Julie.” His voice sounded harsh in his own ears. “Too good.”
She purred. She fucking purred. Then she pulled at his balls, touched a spot so tender that he bucked again. His orgasm tore through him. Julie held on tight, her mouth snug around his throbbing dick. Maybe he’d wanted to pull her up a second ago, but now he thanked the powers that be as she stayed locked on to his sensitive flesh.
When he finished, when every last drop of come had spilled, he let her go. She collapsed next to him, her breathing hard along his thigh, her skin slick with sweat. They lay that way for a few minutes as they came down from the rush. Finally, Julie sat up, her lips swollen, her face flushed and her eyes bright with satisfaction. With a pure feline smile, she crawled over him and settled on his chest, set her mouth on his and kissed him like she hadn’t just blown his world to kingdom come.
“I just wanted to give you something to remember me by, but I think it might’ve backfired.” Her grin was all sass and sex.
Troy ran his fingers along her head and held her away from him, stared into her amazingly sharp blue eyes. “You know, this has been the most damn fun I’ve had in years.” Probably decades, but he couldn’t really confess that.
Her smile leveled him as she nodded. “Me too.” She stared at him and the moment stretched on. Her thumb grazed his cheekbone in a soft caress, her smile faded and turned into something serious. “I need you to know that I don’t do this.” She paused and searched for words. “I’m not like this. Ever. With anyone.” She looked like a virgin confessing her sins.
One corner of Troy’s lips barely curved upward. To say that knowledge made him feel special was an understatement. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, and he couldn’t claim to be a monk. But no other experience came close to this.
“Me either.” It was all he could manage. The truth, but he still had a hard time saying more. His upbringing had pretty much cured him of sharing his thoughts and feelings. He’d learned early on not to speak to his father unless spoken to because any mood could be translated the wrong way. If he was upset, he was a pansy. If he was happy, his dad quickly cured him of that with a swift, hard hand. Misery loved company and his dad never wanted to be alone.
Wait a minute... Did she mean...? “Are you saying that was your first sixty-ni—”
“Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “Jeez. Did you have to say it out loud?”
He’d bet money if she hadn’t moved out of the moonlight, he’d see her blushing. Just another thing to wrap his brain around. He might not have been her first, but in a way, he was.
She snuggled along his side and rested her head on his chest. Her