was being punished in the most wonderful way given she nudged his legs apart and knelt between them. What did she think as she stared at his cock? It strained, jutting from his body, aching for her touch.
“You’re bigger than I expected.”
The words to make any man swell with pride. “And you are talking too much.”
She laughed. A true chuckle that lit her features. “Maybe if my mouth were full…”
Surely, she wasn’t implying—
He groaned as she leaned forward, her lips hovering over his dick while her damp braid tumbled over a shoulder and tickled his groin. When she blew on him, moist warm breaths, his hips arched, straining for more. But she didn’t touch it. Not yet. She blew hotly up and down its length. She cupped his balls and kneaded them. Drove him absolutely insane with desire.
“Suck me,” he demanded.
“Not yet,” she teased. “This is for keeping secrets.” She rubbed the moisture at the head of his cock, and he groaned.
“This is cruel.”
“But fun,” she declared before she took his swollen dick into her mouth. She gave him several hard sucks before going down deep. Up and down, deep dips that alternated with wet sucks.
He trembled. How could he not? He also did his best to watch, the sight of her so sexy with her hollowed cheeks and bobbing head. He drew a sharp gasp when she popped him free and spent a moment swirling her tongue around his head before taking him into her mouth again. He shuddered as she deep throated him, her slow pace enough to have him gasping.
And feeling selfish. This shouldn’t be just about him. He’d kissed her because of his need to taste her. A need that now throbbed within.
“Give it to me,” he growled, and in case she didn’t know what he meant, he pushed an image on her. A sensual desire that made her gasp around his cock.
But she understood and moved until she straddled his face, the lips of her sex hovering over his mouth. He grabbed hold of her and pulled her down. She cried out as he tongued her, running along the slit of her nether lips, tasting the sweetness of her.
He wanted more. He held her close enough to smother, but who needed to breathe when he was in nirvana? He licked her over and over again, and it was a wonder he could function because she returned to sucking him. Her mouth tugging and giving him such intense pleasure.
He flicked his tongue over the button of her sex, teasing it until she began to rock around it, then rubbed it before sucking it between his lips. He felt the moisture seeping from her, soaking him and coating his tongue. She moaned around his cock. He released one thigh only so he could thrust his fingers into her, feeling the wet heat of her clinging to them as he continued to work his tongue on her. She came with a low moan and a shudder that clamped him tight.
Her teeth bit down, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to come. The orgasm intense—for both of them. He could feel it radiating from her as her normal defenses lowered.
Before he could flip her around, and kiss her, the treehouse shook as thunder boomed outside.
It was enough to shatter the moment.
Chapter 17
The crash of thunder reminded Casey where she was and with who. Her brazenness.
Never mind he’d started it. She didn’t stop him. Hadn’t wanted to. But now, with her arousal sated, she pulled away from Roark. She sought out of her clothes, knowing her cheeks burned. Why had she become suddenly conscious of her nudity? It didn’t help she was all too aware of the wet satisfied throb between her legs.
While they dressed in silence, she couldn’t look him in the face. Such an odd thing to feel embarrassment after the intimacy—and pleasure. Yet she knew what they’d done had probably changed things between them. For good or bad? That remained to be seen.
“I’ll take first watch,” she declared, armored once more in garments. She expected him to argue. Waited for him to grab her and draw her close for more hot kisses. Perhaps even a snuggle. Some men liked to be close after sex. Then again, did oral count as sex?
Apparently not in Roark’s mind. “You can watch if you like, but I’m going to sleep.”
“Of course you are, because the pretty little king needs his beauty rest.” She couldn’t help the nasty words. Her anger