A Guy Walks Into My Bar - Lauren Blakely Page 0,29

straight while my head is buzzing, my mind bathing in endorphins.

He lets his gaze travel down his body to his cock, thick and pulsing. Gripping himself, he runs a hand down his length, pushing hard along the crown, swiping his thumb across a bead of liquid on the head.

I lick my lips, wanting, my tongue begging for what he has to give. He heeds the call, stretching out his arm, running his thumb across my lips. I lick him off his thumb, and my eyes fall shut at that first intoxicating taste of him.

I open my eyes to see his hand is back on his shaft, stroking. “Well, then. I’m guessing it’s my turn now,” he says.

I push up a few inches, grab an extra pillow, and park it behind my head. “Then get up here and fuck my face.”

13

Fitz

Take it easy.

Take it slow.

Enjoy it.

I repeat those guidelines. Not that I need a reminder to enjoy a fucking blow job—hell, blow jobs are life.

I say it because I don’t want to shoot too early.

And I don’t want to be too rough either.

I want to take time to enjoy the hell out of this.

I straddle him, settling in under Dean’s shoulders, a knee on each side of the pillow. I’m so damn aroused after sucking him off, this delicious, tempting man, that I don’t know how to take it slow.

I don’t know if I want to.

I want release. I want to get off. I want to come in his throat as he watches me. But I also know this position is playing with fire.

I don’t want to make him gag. But I also really want to fuck his mouth. Hard.

I wrap a hand around the base of my aching dick, and I offer him just the tip, rubbing the head across his lips.

His tongue darts out, and he groans as he licks. His moans and murmurs are already the sexiest sounds I have ever heard, and they send my pulse roaring.

With one hand braced against the wall behind him, I give small little thrusts, letting him lick and suck the head. That lasts a minute, maybe more, as I burn with desire.

Then he growls, a frustrated sound. His hands snake around my legs, big palms clasping my ass, gripping me. He opens his mouth wider, tugs me in a little deeper, his lips wrapping around the crown of my cock. I swear, it’s a miracle I don’t come right then. “Your lips are fucking fantastic,” I rasp out.

He grins against my dick, pulling back. “But I’ve barely got you in my mouth, Fitz.”

“So what? They’re still sexy as hell. Look at you. Jesus. Just look at how sexy you are with my cock in your gorgeous fucking mouth.”

And it’s like those words do something to him. They affect him in a way I haven’t seen, didn’t expect. His eyes darken, etched with a brand-new intensity. He licks the tip, his eyes never straying from mine, and I don’t look away either.

My God, how can I?

“Then don’t hold back,” Dean commands. “Give it all to me. If I can handle your enormous ego, I can handle your enormous cock.”

I let go of my dick, grazing my hand over his face, and speak from the heart of my insatiable desire for him. Because I’m serious—no joking here. “No. It’s me. I don’t know if I can handle how hot this is.”

His lips twitch. “Bet you can, Fitz. I absolutely bet you can handle it all. I bet you’re dying to come in my throat.”

I groan as lust tears through me. This man. His words.

He grips my ass hard, pulling me into his warm mouth. Letting me know he’s got this, he can take it, he can take all of me. His lips wrap around my shaft, and I’m right where I want to be.

And holy fuck.

Sparks sizzle across my entire body.

I swear, my skin is on fire. Pleasure floods me, touching everywhere as I slide to the back of his throat, watching as he takes me in. As he lavishes delicious attention on my dick.

I find a rhythm, set a pace, pumping into his mouth. “You’re killing me, babe. Fucking killing me with that mouth. That tongue.”

His eyes sparkle with desire, with satisfaction, saying that he’s going to give me the best blow of my life. And no doubt he will, because he is.

Because I fucking love what he’s doing to me.

Love his hands on my ass. Love his face. Love his sinful