Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,54

I’d ever been and had no idea that kissing could be this hot.

I licked my way down to Dallas’s jawline, loving the prickly sensation on my tongue, then flattened and pressed it to his Adam’s apple, shivering from the slow, sexy slide over his skin. When I sucked on the bump, he gasped. It all made me so fucking hard that I was getting dizzy.

His hands were in my hair and on my neck, coaxing me lower, and even though I was more than willing to please him, I was undoubtedly feeling some nerves over what I was about to do. No way was I letting my brain get in the way of something I was more than curious to try. I wanted Dallas’s cock in my mouth, and now was not the time to overthink it.

My tongue flicked at his left nipple, then circled the light brown disc before I sucked on it—hard. When I did, Dallas arched up off the bedding and moaned loudly.

“You like that?” I asked, so very pleased with his reaction. I was driving him crazy, and I loved how that made me feel.

“Feels so good,” Dallas nearly stuttered.

I could feel his cock leaking between us, and as much as I was dying to taste his pre-come, no way would I rush this seduction and risk missing something incredible. As I rubbed my cheek across his chest and felt the soft dark hair tickle my face, Dallas shivered. Apparently, my beard stubble against his skin was turning him inside out. I made a note to add that to the sexual things I now knew Dallas liked having done to him and teased his other nipple. By the time I reached the indent of his bellybutton, he was practically speaking gibberish.

“Are you okay?” I teased him with the flick of my tongue inside his navel. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuckkkk, no stopping,” he grit out.

I chuckled from his words and rubbed circles with my chin on his lower stomach. His breaths had now turned to pants, and his fingers in my hair flexed more frantically, but he never pushed down on my head to rush me, even though I suspected that was exactly what he wanted and what he was used to getting from other partners. I might be playing the role of someone confident right now, but inside I was a mess of worry, not sure I was giving Dallas what he needed. He tugged lightly on my hair, and I glanced up at him.

“This feels fucking amazing,” Dallas said soothingly. “Don’t doubt that I’m not loving this, because I am.”

I grinned a bit and nodded. I could already feel the heat of his groin warming my throat and could smell his arousal along with the scent that was all Dallas. Even the slightest trace of him gave me wood. His unique blend of pheromones was my aphrodisiac, like catnip to a cat. I loved how these things were becoming exceedingly familiar to me; it was very easy to melt into the emotions he made me feel.

I pressed my nose into the crease where his leg met his groin, and inhaled, long and slow, then my tongue joined in on the fun and left a path of saliva down as low as I could reach until my mouth was right next to his ball sac.

“Jesus, Fletch. I swear you’re going to make me come before you even touch my dick,” Dallas exclaimed.

I looked up at him and our eyes locked. I made sure he was watching as I dragged my tongue through the pool of pre-come smeared beneath the head of his cock. I collected every bit I could on my tongue and let the flavor float over my tastebuds.

“Mmmm, my new favorite thing to eat.”

“Have you ever tasted your own come?”

“Yeah, just the other day, as a matter of fact,” I confessed. “I jacked off and licked the jizz from my fingers, then collected what I spilled on my stomach and ate that too. I wanted to see what it tasted like so I’d know what to expect when I blew you.” I glanced down at his cock just inches away from my mouth and watched as another pulse of pre-come seeped from his slit. “Fuck, I just saw you leak some more. That’s so fucking hot.”

“Taste me again,” Dallas suggested, and my tongue snaked out from between my lips and swiped at the underside of his cock head to collect the sweet