Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,68
the contours of his stomach muscles tightened with each exhale.
Forcing myself not to fixate on his dick, I tightened my fingers around the pants around his knees, murmuring, “Let me unwrap you first.”
He kicked off his shoes and shuffled his pants down to his ankles. I yanked them off, so he lay bare. The pulse between my legs reminded me that I was overdressed for the occasion.
After toeing off my loafers, I reached beneath my skirt, pulled down my tights, and straddled his hips. Even with my skirt creating a tent over us, his dick still strained against the fabric.
Orlando’s gaze raked down my form. “Don’t I get to see you?”
“Get me hot and bothered enough and you can tear off my clothes.”
His nostrils flared, and his handsome features spread into a grin of brilliant, white teeth. “Do you like what you see?”
Pulling up my skirt to expose his purpling tip, I licked my lips and slid further down his legs. “How about I let you know after trying out the goods?”
His eyes bulged. “You’re going to—”
“Let’s just say I want the taste of things to cum.”
A laugh erupted from his chest, making his muscles tighten and bunch. “You’re incredible.”
When I gripped him around the base, the laughter stopped, and Orlando raised himself up on his elbows. My hands weren’t the smallest, and neither were my fingers, but I could barely contain his girth.
My gaze flicked up to meet his, and those hazel irises shone with molten fire.
I gave my lips a slow lick, making him tremble under my touch. Maybe it was the thought of affecting him without so much as my mouth touching his dick, but heat flooded between my legs in a rush of pleasure that made my head spin.
Parting my lips, I let out a warm, slow breath, enjoying the way the organ beneath my fingers pulsed. He was so responsive and so mine.
Orlando smelled of cedar and sunshine, and radiated a heat and masculine beauty that tightened my nipples and made my heart race. My core twitched at his pained, impatient groan, and saliva flooded my mouth, making it as wet as my folds.
I lowered my lips toward the bulbous head of his penis, which seemed to swell in anticipation for my mouth. My tongue flickered out to catch the droplet, and he arched his back clean off the seat with a moan.
“Steady on,” I said with a chuckle. “We’re only at the beginning.”
Orlando’s face went slack, his lips quivering with unspoken want. “How do I taste?”
I rolled the sweet, salty flavor around my tongue and hummed. “Undecided. I’ll need another few licks.”
He threw his head back. “Are you trying to kill me?”
I was too busy running the tip of my tongue up his shaft to answer. His skin there was as soft as velvet, as thin as silk, and barely concealed the rush and pulse of the vessels beneath my tongue. I paused to suck on a thick vein and swirled around the part where the shaft met the tip.
Orlando hissed through his teeth. “Lilah.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to cum.”
“N-no.”
“Good.” Securing him firmly by the base, I slipped him between my lips and opened my mouth wide to accommodate his girth.
He threw his head back and howled. Pride swelled in my chest and pleasure flooded my core. An unexpected response, but most welcome. Orlando must have known he was more than a mouthful because he kept still, not thrusting his hips like Sammy might have done to reach the back of my throat.
I pumped my hand up and down his shaft, while bobbing my head back and forth along his tip and the first three or four inches. All the while, Orlando made deep, shuddering sounds that turned me on so much that fluid trickled down my inner thighs.
Until now, I hadn’t thought that being in control could be so arousing, but Orlando’s noisy restraint made heat pool in my sex and made my core muscles clench with a hunger to be filled.
His thigh muscles tightened, and he moaned something incoherent about getting close. I could stop now and mount him or let him climax, knowing that he would last ages the second round.
Humming around my mouthful, I quickened my pace, making the muscles beneath me quiver. Then without so much of a warning, Orlando’s hips rose, and he erupted with a roar.
Warm, thick fluid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed again and again around my mouthful until his body went