A Guy Walks Into My Bar - Lauren Blakely Page 0,28

to prove to him why I gave in.

Or maybe I want to prove it to myself.

Need to prove it to myself.

But I don’t want to stop toying with him. This game Fitz and I play, this teasing—it’s far more fun than any other game. And I don’t want to relinquish playing. I bend my head closer, drawn by the heady smell of him, the feel of him. My mouth waters, but I resist wrapping my lips around his shaft, kissing his thigh instead.

“Mmm . . . and you say you like everything I do. So, do you like this?”

I lick a path up the inside of his leg, teasing the hell out of him, resisting, with my evidently iron will, his thick, hard cock I want to suck.

He shudders, grabbing my face with both hands, his voice a barren, demanding plea. “Just get your mouth on me and stop talking.”

I narrow my eyes, then move closer, my jaw brushing against his pulsing length. “But I thought you liked my accent.”

“I love it except when blow jobs are hanging in the balance.”

My lips twitch in a grin. “Well, maybe you ought to give me one. That would be the best of both worlds.”

“Come to think of it,” he says, and before I even register what he’s doing, the man moves with the speed and grace of an athlete—of course—jerking me up from the floor, pushing me down on the bed, tearing off my clothes, and dropping his mouth down on my dick.

He deep-throats me in one swift move.

Electricity rushes down my body.

His expert mouth.

Holy hell, his delicious, expert mouth is working me over, sucking me deep, and it doesn’t surprise me that Fitz goes all in, and oh yes, I want him to.

My hands rope into his hair, one palm curling over the back of his head. “That’s right. Take it deep.”

I swear I can feel him smiling against my dick as he sucks me ravenously, like he’s starving for my cock.

But he’s not simply brute-force strength or a magical unicorn throat that can handle being fucked.

His tongue is a sorcerer, and the way he spirals it along my shaft, the way he licks and flicks and strokes as he goes, makes my thighs shake and my breath come in fast, gasping pants.

“Fuck,” I groan as Fitz slides his big hands along my thighs, up, down, and back up again. He cups my balls, playing with them as he devours me.

“Yes. Fucking yes,” I say, and there’s not much more talking I can give him while he does this, because I can’t form words.

Curses, groans, grunts—that’s all I’m capable of.

With the things he’s doing, soon I won’t be able to push out syllables. Lust barrels through my entire being, a punishing wave of agonizing pleasure as he blows my dick with so much enthusiasm it’s like he’s trying to blow my mind too.

Well, it’s working. It’s absolutely working.

My fingers tangle in his hair as my hips jerk, thrusting up, fucking into his talented, relentless mouth—this man is ruthless as he sucks me to the back of his throat.

I’m losing all control and loving it—loving the heat in my body, the pleasure in my veins, his hands on my legs, my balls, my stomach.

Everywhere.

He explores me everywhere as he takes my dick on a trip around the world of pleasure, and my orgasm builds at the base of my spine, a pulsing, ravenous thing with a life of its own, with the power to pull me under.

“So fucking good,” I say, as his tongue swirls up and down my length, as his fist grips the base, as lust rattles wildly through me. “Coming. Coming now.”

And upon my words, I can feel him moan against my cock, can hear the rumble of desire in his throat. The sound and the hum and the vibration make my feet tingle, make my chest burn, make me shoot so goddamn hard in his mouth that I’m not sure I’m on earth anymore.

White-hot bliss knocks me into another world from the intensity of the climax he wrings out of me.

It’s radiating through me, pulsing into every corner of my body as I groan endlessly—groan until I’m just panting, breathing, moaning.

That’s literally all I can do as the aftershocks spread through every molecule, every atom. Fitz lets me fall from his mouth with a loud, wet pop and a most satisfied grin on his supremely handsome face.

Rising, he wipes a hand across his mouth. I try to see