The Troublemaker - Cathryn Fox Page 0,34

behind us.

He backs up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I wet my lips, loving this sexy little removal of clothes. With a roll of his broad shoulder, he shrugs from the shirt and it falls to his feet.

“Keep going,” I say and point to his pants, the button still open from earlier.

The hiss of his zipper fills the space between us, and my pulse jumps in anticipation. He makes quick work of his pants and stands before me in his boxers, his erection straining for freedom.

I step up to him, and drop to my knees. “Remember the first time I took your cock into my mouth?” I ask, working hard to forget he thought he was with Emily that night.

He puts his hand on my face as I free his pulsing cock. It pulses against my chin. I stick my tongue out and lightly lick around his crown, and a tortured sound crawls out of his throat.

“How could I ever forget that?”

“I was wondering about something.”

“What?” he asks, and pushes my hair from my face.

“You couldn’t see me, so I was wondering if it was better in the dark, or is it hotter if you can watch me take you into my mouth.” I lean forward and take him deep, until he’s hitting the back of my throat, and his hands fist my hair. He swells inside my mouth, his soft curses urge me on.

“This,” he says. “Fuck, Kins. Watching you take my cock like this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I back up a bit, and he plops from my mouth. Pre-cum drips from his slit, and I stick my tongue out again, and he drips on it. “Holy fuck,” he says.

I swallow him and give his crown a lick to get every drop. “Mmm,” I say. “I love the taste of you.”

“You are so good at that,” he says.

“I never used to like it.”

“You like it now, Kins? You like my cock?” he asks, the hitch in his voice bringing my gaze to his. The want, need, and desire I see reflecting in his eyes, caresses every inch of my body.

“Yeah, Cason. I like doing this to you,” I say honestly. I blink up at him, teasing slightly, as I say. “Are you done with the questions so I can get back to your cock?”

“Fuck,” he says and grips my hair tighter to guide my mouth back to his raging erection. “No more questions.” I take him deep again and his hips canter forward, until his crown is in my throat. “I love watching you suck on me.” He throbs in my mouth, and I sense he’s close. I take his balls into my hand and massage lightly. “Kins,” he groans. “I’m too close.” He tries to pull me off him, but I refuse to let him. I bob my head, my lips tight around his cock. When he gets the idea that I want him to come in my mouth, he loosens his grip on my head, and lets loose a deep growl.

I work my mouth over him, and take his base into my hand. I slide back and forth, my hand following the motion as I continue to fondle his balls, and when he stops moving, his labored pants letting me know he’s close, I inch back, and hold out my tongue, all the while running my hand up and down his long, thick shaft.

“So fucking hot,” he murmurs, and his cock jumps as he spills onto my hungry tongue. He comes and comes and comes some more, his body stiff as he depletes himself. I drink him in, and ever so softly, run my tongue over his crown to taste all of him.

“You are incredible,” he groans and reaches for me. He pulls me to my feet, and he looks a bit dazed and lost as his eyes move over my face. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“Why wouldn’t I say that when it’s true?”

A thrill goes through me. “Still want to watch?” I ask, and he angles his head, like he’s wondering where I’m taking this.

“Watch what?”

“This,” I say, bold and brazen from his compliment. I release the buttons on my dress and let it fall to the floor. He sucks in a sharp breath as he takes in my matching bra and panties, recently purchased. “You like?” I ask.

“Yeah, I fucking like.”

“Does this make up for having to sit through a horrible