Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,19
my elbow, wanting to know what’s going on inside that head of hers. Everything in her body says she wants this with me. Why the hesitation all of a sudden? “Talk.”
She bites her lips to hide a chuckle and I follow her gaze down…to my cock. I shake my head and laugh. “Okay. Never mind. I get it.”
My cock thickens impossibly more beneath her inspection, and a groan of pleasure rises in my throat when she takes my length into her small palm.
“The problem is, I can’t let you out of the room like this. What kind of a girlfriend would do such a thing?”
“A really shitty one,” I say, playing along.
She frowns. “Too bad you have to hurry to the gym.”
“Fuck,” I murmur at the reminder. I have ten kids waiting for me but… “If we hurry…”
Before I can even finish the sentence, she’s between my legs, pushing me until I’m flat on the bed. Her long hair tickles my thighs as she poises her mouth over my crown. “I never got to finish what I started last night,” she murmurs, staring at my dick with obvious appreciation. She parts her lips, and I grip the sheets as my cock sinks to the back of her warm, wet mouth.
“Jesus, Haven, that is good.”
She takes me deep, her tongue doing the most insane things to me, and I grip her hair, pull it from her face to watch her take me in. Women have given me oral sex before, but Jesus, I don’t think any of them have ever really enjoyed it. Haven, with her half-lidded eyes, her soft sexy moans, is between my legs worshipping my damn cock like it’s a prized possession. I shouldn’t like that so much.
Ravenous, she sucks and licks and makes carnal noises like she’s eating an ice cream cone during Blue Bay’s worst heat wave. Speaking of heat… My body burns, blistering flames racing through my veins and coaxing my climax. I try to hold on, I’m usually pretty good at that, but this woman, with those gorgeous plump lips, natural breasts the right size for my mouth, and a body made for sin…well, how the fuck is a guy supposed to hang on when he’s battling this kind of perfection?
I touch her hair and my balls tighten as she takes me so deep she nearly chokes. A hard quiver goes through me and my hips jerk forward as I tremble.
“I’m there, babe. I’m fucking there.” I try to tug her away, wanting to pleasure her first. Christ, I’m not a guy to take without giving and never a guy to take first. That’s not how I roll. She refuses to budge, in fact, she wraps her hand around my shaft and moves it up and down, following the motions of that sweet mouth of hers. I’m a goner. I give it one more attempt, but she sucks harder. Okay, she has other plans, she wants me to come in her mouth, and I’m too damn weak to put up a fight.
I grip her hair and clench down, totally giving myself over to the things she’s doing to me. Mumbling curses under my breath as she cups my balls and massages lightly, I let go. I grunt, and my body jolts under her sweet ministrations, my release so powerful and pleasurable it’s all I can do to find my next breath. I pant and gasp as she stays between my legs and licks me clean, and I sit there, a little dizzy, a little out of touch with reality as her sexy moans dance like musical notes before my eyes.
“Wow,” I finally manage to say as I exhale a fast breath, only to drag in another. She glances up at me, a satisfied gleam in her eyes. “What a way to wake up,” I say, and she crinkles her nose, those blue eyes once again going glossy as she thinks about something. “What?” I ask and reach for her.
“You’ve never woken up like that before?”
“No, have you?” I ask, my voice a bit thick and accusatory. Jesus, am I jealous? Jealous that this woman might have woken up with a man between her legs?
“Actually, no,” she says, either ignoring or misinterpreting the hardening of my tone. “I just thought you—”
“Past relationships stay in the past, but if you’re asking if I do sleepovers, the answer is no.”
Her head rears back a little. “Oh. That surprises me.” She looks at the mussed bed. “Then why…”