trails them down the front of my T-shirt. “But I’m not ready to sleep yet.”
“No?” I reach out and tug on her slightly windblown ponytail. “What’d you have in mind?”
“Repaying favors.” She sneaks her hands under my shirt and teases my belt buckle.
“You don’t owe me anything.” I close my eyes and my head hits the back of the door as she slides her hand over my zipper.
“What if I want to suck your cock?”
I crack open one eye. “Be my guest.”
“Hmmm.” She works my belt. “You plannin’ to help me?”
Chuckling, I unbuckle and unbutton my jeans but leave the rest up to her.
She steps back and slips her sweatshirt over her head, folding it neatly and dropping it at my feet. Her T-shirt comes off next. Licking her bottom lip, she sinks to the floor in front of me, staring up with wide eyes.
“Fuck,” I mumble. “Been thinking about this for a long time.”
“Me too.” She draws in a deep breath like she needs strength for the next part or maybe she’s just remembered how big I am. But there’s no hesitation as she tugs my zipper down.
Careful not to yank on any knots, I pull the elastic from her hair, sinking my fingers into her pretty blond curls like I’ve been fantasizing about doing all night.
I groan as she slides her hands over my hips, working my pants down. My cock springs out harder than motherfucking stone. She wraps her hand around it, pumping up and down a few times before opening her mouth and moving closer. She stares up at me as her hot breath ghosts over my sensitive skin. I’m completely trapped, held hostage by her eyes, anticipating her next move.
Finally, the warmth of her mouth surrounds me, and I suck in a stuttered breath. “That’s good.”
She sucks, hard, but takes her sweet time sliding down before drawing away and swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Do that again.”
She flattens her tongue against the underside and does it even slower this time—sending a million pleasurable tingles straight to my balls. My fingers twist in her hair, pulling it up, pushing her head down while pumping my hips forward.
“Mmm,” she encourages me, bobbing her head while working the rest of my cock with her tight little fist. She sneaks her other hand between my legs to cup my balls, gently squeezing and massaging.
“Fuck.” I can’t stop watching her—she’s so intent on pleasing me. She flicks her gaze up again. With her red-stained lips stretched around my cock, she smiles, and I almost lose it. “Holy fuck, Shelby.”
This isn’t quite how I pictured our night once I got her alone but I’m sure as fuck not grumpy about it. I also can’t last much longer.
“Shelby,” I gasp.
“Mm-hmm.” She rests her hands against my thighs. She opens her mouth wider, giving me permission to drive inside at my pace. Not quite wide enough to take all of me, though.
“Open,” I demand. “Wider.”
As soon as she does, I grip her hair harder, thrusting inside her hot, wet little mouth.
Still staring up at me, she hums a desperate noise. Her hands cup her tits, lifting them up in her pretty white, lacy bra.
“You want me to come on your tits?” I rasp.
She nods quickly and makes another excited noise.
Works for me. I’m already picturing painting her in my cum. It’s enough to trigger my climax.
Brushing her hands away, I wrap my hand around my dick, pumping faster. I barely pull back in time. Her chest heaves from all her heavy breathing and that’s where I aim, shooting cum all over the plump swell of her breasts and the lacy white cups of her bra.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. White lights burst behind my eyelids.
When I can finally see straight, I almost come again at the sight of her. Just as I’d pictured earlier. Red lipstick smeared all over her lips and chin, mascara streaks around her eyes, and thoroughly mussed hair.
“Come here.” I reach down and help her up, quickly kissing her forehead. “Thank you.”
Shelby
My heart’s still racing as Rooster helps me stand. Satisfaction rushes through me. That was even better than I’d imagined. Leaving a rough, hard man like Rooster shaking with pleasure is a huge turn-on.
“Your turn.” He stares down at me with dark, glittering eyes and curls his hands over my shoulders.
I swipe at the corner of my mouth. “I’m a bit of a mess. Can I clean up first?”