“Babe, that orgasm was intense,” Eric said. “Wow, you did need it. How do you feel?”
She whimpered. “I still ache.”
Eric stroked her thigh. “We’ll fix you.”
The second her pulsing muscles let up, impatience clawed Tyler. He grabbed the snap of his jeans and wrenched it open, shoving his zipper down. Since he usually went commando, nothing else stood in their way.
His c**k sprang free, and he palmed it, stroking slowly as she caught her breath and backed up, watching him with wide eyes.
“Holy shit.” The whisper slipped out of her mouth, as her gaze fused itself to his cock. She blinked, and then blinked again. “Seriously?”
Tyler shrugged. He’d been told before that he was big, but he’d never had problems fitting. “We’ll go slow.” Though it will kill me. “I won’t hurt you.”
That seemed to dissipate her fear. “I know.”
Eric wheeled over to the sofa and used his arms to lift and throw himself onto the cushions, then leaned against the arm. “I need to see more. God, I remember how much I’m missing. I want this back. I’m going to work to get this back.”
Del smiled at Eric, then turned to him. As she did, her expression turned saucy. “You’re not shy, right?”
Tyler snorted, his blood on fire. “Whatever you’ve got, angel, dish it out. I can take it.”
She liked the challenge—her smile said so. Then she dusted kisses across his jaw, her fingers skimming, teasing down his torso, to his thighs. She gripped his c**k in her hand, stroking with authority and a clever grip.
He groaned long and loud at the pleasure screeching through his body.
She giggled. “I’ll bet you thought us old married broads were dull.”
He’d never thought that about Del. He’d certainly never think that about her in the future. She knew way too well how to run her thumb over the sensitive head, then gently scratch on the nerve-laden indentation just beneath. Tyler sucked in a breath.
Then she started shimmying down his body until she sank to her knees.
“Del. Jesus, don’t— Oh, f**k me, that’s good.”
Her mouth closed around his c**k like hot velvet, all soft and wet and welcoming. Tyler gripped his fists in her long hair and eased deeper into her mouth. It was like quicksand, sucking him under until he felt as if he was drowning. Tingles hammered through his cock, down his thighs, and when she swirled her tongue around the head of his dick, then tried to take him to the back of her throat, he groaned.
“That’s so hot,” Eric murmured. “You know how, babe. Give it to him. Yeah . . . Fondle his balls.”
Shit, it was like Eric could read his mind. Instantly, Del complied, her fingers cupping, stroking, sliding. Those tingles swirled, concentrated. He looked down at her lush little mouth, lips parted so wide, trying to accommodate him in that hot silk haven. She’d never take all of him, but when her lips slipped down another inch of his cock, Tyler thought he was going to lose his mind.
A blow job was a blow job, but this . . . Damn, how was he going to keep it together and not come down her throat in the next thirty seconds? Knowing it was Del’s hot little mouth all over him was killing him. He wanted to take her in every way possible. In that moment, he couldn’t deny a primitive urge to stake a claim.
Using his grip on her hair, he eased back. “Lick the head.”
She did, just like she’d eat a f**king ice cream cone, laving as if he was a delicious treat she’d craved. And she looked up at him through those lashes, dark blue eyes soft and sultry. Aroused.
“Now lick your lips,” Eric told her.
Tyler watched her sweet pink tongue cover her top lip in a slow sweep before darting inside again. Then it emerged again, the tip tracing the sexy little line in the middle of her bottom lip as it turned glossy and slick. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly with each moment. And still she never looked away.
“Good, babe. Now let him f**k your mouth. Do it slowly.”
Crap, Eric was trying to kill him, and Tyler would object if it didn’t feel so f**king good.
Del thrust out her tongue again, this time cradling the underside of his cock, then slowly luring it back, drawing him back into her mouth.
He tightened his fists and threw his head back. “Del. Goddamn it . . .”
Then she made it twenty times worse, taking his c**k even deeper in her pretty mouth and humming around it. She swallowed, and the head bumped the tight, working muscles of her throat. Pleasure spiked through his system. The tingles were becoming a storm, centered at the base of his spine. His balls felt heavy, loaded.