he got a really good look.
"I'm pretty sure what I'm about to do violates the code of ethics of my profession," she said huskily. "But you know what? It'll be worth it."
His body tightened underneath her. A quiver worked through his thighs and over his taut belly. She shifted back, sliding her hands over his too-perfect chest, down the thin line of hair leading to his navel.
No longer able to hold back, she bent her head and swirled her tongue around the shallow indentation.
"Shit," he hissed.
She smiled as she pulled away. Her hands closed around his cock as she scooted down to his knees to give herself better access.
Hot steel. He was hard as a rock and pulsing in her hand. With both hands wrapped around his dick, he still had two inches above her grip. Man, oh man, she wanted him inside her, filling her. He was made for a woman's pleasure.
He sucked in his breath when she lowered her head. Her tongue shot out and traced a delicate line around the head. Then she sucked him hard inside her mouth, taking him whole and deep.
His back came off the table like a shot, spasms ricocheting through his body. But he kept silent, according to Julie's dictate.
He tasted wholly male, or like she imagined someone as big and rugged as he was would taste. Strong. He was equal parts satiny, as her tongue glided over the smoothness of his shaft, and rough, as she encountered the pulsing veins and wrinkled flesh of his foreskin.
The crown of his dick was tight. Silky at the top, puckered around the flared edge. She lapped hungrily at it in anticipation of his release. Not that she planned to let that happen for a while yet.
She paused and pulled her head away, keeping her fingers curled around the base. She glanced up to see him staring down at her, his eyes glittering with lust. Yeah, well, she wasn't going to get any grand ideas that he wanted her. Wrap your lips around a man's cock and shove breasts at him, and he wouldn't give a shit about who you were or worry about deeper attraction.
She winced. Gee, try to not take that personally.
Determined not to look back at him, she lowered her eyes and set about driving him crazy.
Deep. Sucking. Swallowing as she guided him deeper still. His fists were curled into tight balls at his sides as he strained upward to thrust into her mouth.
And then she stopped. She released him slowly, letting her lips glide sensuously over his cock on its way out. He arched helplessly toward her, but she raised her head out of his reach.
"Goddamn, Julie, what do you want?" he asked desperately.
She loosened her hold on his dick and rocked back until her bottom rested on his knees. She stared levelly at him.
"I want you to beg."
He glared at her. "I don't beg. Ever."
She smiled, accepting his challenge. "Well see about that, Tucker."
She leaned down again, pulling his cock up so that the underside was accessible. With a long swipe, she licked from the base to the head and then rolled her mouth over the crown. She sucked him deep, taking all of him. Her nose met the short, crisp hairs of his groin, and still, she held him deep, swallowing.
His groan split the air. He was close. Really close. But she was determined not to make it easy. What was the point in giving the man the best head of his life if she was going to cut it short? She wanted him to remember. To lay awake at night, his skin alive with want. She wanted him to want her. To realize what he'd never have again.
If that made her vindictive, oh well.
He cursed when she pulled him close to his orgasm and then stopped, allowing him to slide away from sweet release. When he calmed beneath her, she began again, coaxing and unrelenting.
The third time he trembled beneath her, ready to explode in her mouth, she pulled away again.
"Julie, please! God, just finish it. I'm . . . begging."
With a wicked smile she descended, taking him hard. His hips arched convulsively, his ass bumping against the table as she fucked him with her mouth.
"Oh, God," he breathed. "Shit. Julie. I'm going to come."
Her grip tightened around him and she worked her hand up and down in unison with her mouth. His hips shot upward in one continuous bow. His cry ripped over her ears just as