Playing For Her Heart - Megan Erickson Page 0,25

greedy moans, and rolled her hips against him as her hands pushed at his jacket.

He pulled out of the kiss and tugged off his jacket quickly, dropping it on the floor at her feet. “Knees,” was all he said.

The flush on her face extended down to the tops of her breasts. She visibly shuddered at his command, and while meeting his gaze, slowly lowered to her knees.

She didn’t take her eyes off his as she flicked open the button of his suit pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled out his cock. He’d gone commando tonight, just for her.

Her gaze was on his cock now and so was his, watching her hand stroke him as her other hand teased his balls with light brushes of her fingertips. He spread his legs wider. “Go on and suck it.”

She descended slowly, pressing the tip of his cock against her closed lips, then slowly opening them, keeping a seal around his shaft as she descended to the root.

It was exquisite, this slow torture, the heat, the wetness. Her tongue pressed against his tip, swirling, dipping into the slit and he moaned, clutching her hair in his fist and bucking slightly into her throat.

She gagged and he let her pull back, off his cock, only to dip her head and suck one of his balls into her mouth.

Her tongue prodded at the thin skin, and he thunked his head back onto the door, closing his eyes, as she paid equal treatment to his other ball, then lapping at the skin between them.

“Fuck,” he muttered, unable to form any other proper words as she once again took his cock in her mouth on that slow descent, this time hollowing out her cheeks on the way back, sucking hard.

His balls were already drawing up tight, his orgasm tickling his spine. But this wouldn’t do. He’d vowed to fuck her good and proper, face-to-face, so he could see into those emerald eyes while he was inside of her.

With a tug on her hair, he pulled her off his cock. She resisted, mouth open, like she couldn’t wait to get him back in her mouth, but he growled, and her eyes shot to his.

“Stand up,” he ordered, and she gathered her feet under her, rising to her full height. He spun them around so her back was to the door, and took her mouth again, tasting the saltiness of his skin on her tongue.

Her hands brushed his cock but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them on either side of her head. “Keep ’em there,” he grunted. “I’m going to take my time with this body as my payment, and you’re going to let me, understand?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

...

Chloe was so turned on, she was nearly out of her mind. She could still taste Grant’s cock in her mouth, the smooth skin surrounding the hardness that she could have sucked on all night. She wanted to taste him as he came, spilling into her mouth.

Some day. Because she had at least a modicum of sense to realize she was addicted to sex with the man.

His eyes were in shadow from the light over his head, but she could see the shining blue irises dropping to her chest. He licked his lips, hooked one finger in the neckline of her strapless dress, and tugged it down.

Her breasts fell out, full and aching, her nipples already hard. She gasped as the cool air of the room wafted over her sensitive skin. Her hands came off the door beside her head for an instant, before she remembered Grant’s order and placed them back.

Grant’s hips were pressed against hers, pinning her to the door. He palmed each breast, jiggling them. She’d never met a man who was as into breasts as Grant was, but she didn’t mind. She had plenty to go around and her nipples had always been ultra-sensitive, like they were a line directly to her G-spot.

“I’ve been thinking about these gorgeous tits,” he said, almost reverently, flicking his thumbs over the nipples. “They feel so good in my hands, but I bet they’d feel better in my mouth, huh, Princess?”

She rocked her hips into his. “Please.”

He squeezed the flesh in his hands. “Yeah? Do you want me to suck them?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Beg me,” his voice was low. “Beg me to suck them.”

She hesitated. Chloe, of course, would never do that. But she was Sara now. She was Grant’s slutty maid who touched herself, who came in Grant’s bed.