Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,93
Hell, I need this communication. I have to reconnect with my man, and I want us pleasuring each other at the same time.
When I land on top of him, I push up on all fours so he’s lying under me. I lift my chin, run my teeth along my lower lip and give him a hot, dirty stare. “Sixty-nine. You in?”
“All in,” he says in a filthy voice that sends a sharp blast of pleasure straight to my balls.
“You want to be on top or me?”
Grant wiggles a sexy brow. “Seeing as you’re already on top, let’s get this double BJ party started. Move around and get your dick in my face.”
As I get into position, still on all fours, his cock bobs a greedy hello at my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Grant reach into a drawer in the end table, grabbing some lube.
“Just in case,” he murmurs as I lick a stripe down his shaft. Then I go farther, licking his balls.
“Oh yes,” he groans, jerking up his hips.
I indulge in a long, slow, delicious inhale of him. My body jolts with pleasure as his scent floods my nostrils, bathes my brain in desire. He is mine.
And I’m his as Grant lifts his arms, wraps them around and over my cheeks, and tugs me closer to his face. My man flicks his wicked tongue against the head of my cock. “Now fuck my mouth,” he commands, and he opens his lips in a filthy invitation and suctions me into the warm, wet paradise of his mouth.
My nerves sizzle from the twin sensations—me sucking him, him sucking me.
That’s all that’s happening in my head.
Just crackling. Sizzling. Burning. Melting. My brain is an egg frying on a hot summer sidewalk.
I pump my hips, thrusting my length down his throat.
Sparks tear across my body.
I want to talk, to tell him how much I love this, to use my words—I am a chatty mofo in bed. But I can’t since I’ve got a mouthful of perfect cock to keep me quiet. A cock I want to lavish all my love on. I draw him in, humming around his length.
Then I clamp down nice and tight, vacuum-sealing his dick in my mouth. I suck hard like that, rocking up and down on his erection with wild abandon, my hands braced on the couch, my body poised above him.
Sucking Grant off is a heady, mind-bending experience, and it always has been, but it’s even better tonight.
Because I’m here.
We’re not living on borrowed time.
We can sixty-nine tonight, and screw tomorrow, and we can jerk each other the next night if we want.
The images flash hot and bright before my eyes. I shudder, my stomach knotting with need as he sucks me deep, as I piston my hips into his face.
He grips my ass harder, hugs me tighter, squeezes my flesh with those big strong hands. The way he wraps his arms around my ass and jerks me deeper tells me my man wants his face fucked.
I rock and thrust my hips, finding a rhythm for my dick in his mouth, right as I bring his where it belongs—deep in my throat. The sound of a cap opening registers but then falls away. I swallow his cock, lavishing all the attention in the world to his throbbing shaft.
I can’t get enough of the way Grant smells. Both musky and clean, with a hint of manly sweat. He’s everything I crave. I drop his dick from my mouth to slide my nose in the crease between his thighs. “Ah,” I groan, getting a nice big hit of him. His scent jumbles my brain.
But . . . his mouth on me fries all my senses.
Kicks them into overdrive, sends blood pumping to my dick, my balls, and oh hello, my ass.
Grant Blackwood is a sneaky lover.
As he suctions my cock to the back of his throat, he presses a lubed finger against my hole.
A full-body tremble shudders through me. “Yes. Fucking yes,” I growl while he sucks me deep, working that finger at the same time.
Just so.
Sliding in another, he crooks both fingers, going all come-hither in my ass, while my dick is wiggling and dancing around in his mouth.
I’m not going to last.
Nope.
Not at all.
I drop my head farther between his thighs, giving in to the wild bliss running rampant in my cells. “Yes, babe. Gonna come. Gonna come so hard.”
I fuck his face, grind against his fingers, and grip his thighs,