Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,266

something else.” His head falls back and his hands slide into my hair.

I let him stretch my mouth when he pushes in before releasing him slowly, over and over again and he groans a little longer each time. I tease him to the brink, igniting shivers up my back as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.

I’ve never hated giving blow jobs, but I didn’t exactly pull out my pom-poms when it was my turn to siege the beeje. With Roarke though, seeing him hanging on to his control by a thread, waiting to see what I’m going to do next...his moans that turn into growls that turn into grunts that turn into expletives. And then when his hands tighten in my strands telling me he’s trying to hold out as long as he can, but I’m making it impossible. The whole experience is a turn on for me and something I want to repeat again and again.

Tipping my head, I suck one of his balls into my mouth as my hand runs up and down his shaft, my thumb spreading the pre-cum along the slit of his tip. Covering his dick with my mouth, I deep throat him again and let him slide out of my mouth—over and over as I take control with one hand wrapped around his girth and my other teasing his balls.

“I’m gonna come.” His hips rock harder and I take him as deep as possible until the warmth of his release coats my throat. After a final few jerks, I let him slide slowly out past my lips and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Just when I think I have you all figured out, you blow me like a pro.” He holds his hand out for me and I rise to my feet.

“What are you suggesting?” I ask wide eyed.

He chuckles. “Just that I have some repaying to do.”

Roarke gently nudges me back and I fall to the mattress. This time he’s the one to fall to his knees, and just like he described earlier he slides his hands up my legs, slips off my panties, and he buries his face under my skirt and repays me in full—with interest.

Later that day, Roarke and I snuggle on the couch with Lucy pawing at Nickel’s cat toys while Nickel stares on with a grumpy look on his face.

“Why do you have a cat?” I ask.

His gaze darts to where Nickel is laying on the top of the ottoman. “I shouldn’t tell you. You already think I’m soft.”

I poke him in the side. His hand covers the spot and he captures my hand when I try to do it again.

“He was a stray. The last kitten in a free box outside a liquor store I sometimes stop at on my home from work. I felt bad for the little furball so I took him in on a temporary basis, but…” His voice trails off, his attention once again shifting to Nickel who looks like he might pounce on top of Lucy.

I smile and he shakes his head, grabbing the remote from my free hand.

“I feel the need to put on Die Hard or The Terminator. Something manly.” The screen flickers as he flips through the channels.

“Nothing wrong with Dirty Dancing.” I try to snatch the remote back.

He drops the remote when it gets on some show about surviving in the desert. I pick it up and click it back to Dirty Dancing.

“For the record, I think it’s sweet.” I lay my head on his bare chest.

“I remember when you didn’t think I was sweet.”

I lift up and straddle him and right on cue Lucy barks. She does this sometimes when we’re touchy-feely with each other, the little twat swatter.

His hands fall to my ass and as usual, his fingers delve under my panties. It’s a habit of his I’ve come to love. As though he doesn’t even want even the thinnest silk barrier between us.

“I’m woman enough to admit when I was wrong.”

“So you were wrong?” His eyes dip to my chest. Though it’s covered in his DePaul law t-shirt, you’d think I was as bare-chested as him with the way his nostrils flare. Using his strength, he pulls me flush against him, greeting me with his hardness.

“I was wrong. This one time.” I hold up one finger to make my point.

He chuckles and rocks his hips.

Letting out an involuntary sigh, my hands fall to his shoulders as I continue to grind