“Fuck, baby,” he growled when I gripped his balls in my free hand, using the other to work the base of him.
I’d swallowed as much of him as I could, and with every thrust of his hips, his cock hit the back of my throat. I hummed around him, reveling in the way he clutched the arms of the chair, the way he let out a guttural moan.
Finally, he tugged my hair in warning, but I didn’t relent. If anything, I sucked him harder, swallowing him down. And after I’d drained him completely, I licked him clean.
He leaned back in the chair with a sigh. “Holy shit.”
I laughed, enjoying his dazed expression. He’d seemed stressed ever since he’d returned from New York. I knew he had a lot going on at work, and I tried to be supportive. So to be able to give him this—this look of contentedness and peace—meant everything.
“You’re going to have to give me a second,” he panted, running a hand through his hair. “Because that was… Wow. I think you just blew my mind.”
I laughed, pleased by his compliment. This wasn’t the first time I’d sucked him off, but I’d put extra care and attention into tonight. And clearly, I’d done my job right.
I stood and strode toward the hallway, turning back when I reached the door. “I thought of a place we haven’t done it yet.”
“Griffith Observatory?” he asked in earnest.
“That’s true. We haven’t done it there. But I was referring to the pool.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You’re right. How remiss of us. We’re slacking.”
“Mm-hmm.” I bit back a grin. “I already turned on the heater. Want to join me?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
And as he chased me down the stairs in a race to shed our clothes, I couldn’t stop smiling. Hunter might spoil and protect what was his, but I was determined to cherish what was mine.
