Without thought, without hesitation, she sank to her knees and took the plump crown between her lips.
“Fuck! Maz!”
His hips rocked, his cock plunging to the back of her throat in a driving stab. She gagged, choked, struggled to breathe before she managed to relax her jaw.
She’d never enjoyed giving blow jobs for this exact reason and yet choking on Rylan’s cock turned her on, twisted the spiraling heat in her pussy tighter, made her want to take him deeper.
Breathing through her nose, she let her neck go soft, let the muscles in her throat loosen, and swallowed him down to the root. The thrill of success raced through her as his shout of pleasure tipped along her nerve endings and electrified every inch of her.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucked hard and fast, and used her fingers to stroke and squeeze his balls until the sounds coming from above her made no sense. His hands in her hair encouraged her, and his bucking hips enthralled her with how they jerked his cock in and out of her mouth.
His grip on her head tightened. The noises falling from his lips got louder, and those thrusting hips went faster. The pulse of his shaft warned her a second before his words reached her ears.
“Shit. Maz. I’m. Can’t. Gonna.”
She’d done that. Made him incoherent.
“Maz!”
His shout proceeded the swelling of his flesh on her tongue. Heat throbbed between her lips as a burst of fluid filled her throat. Pulse after pulse of hot liquid coated her tongue and teeth, the shock of taking him all the way eclipsed by the satisfaction of giving this man the ultimate release.
She didn’t—couldn’t—let him go until she’d sucked every last drop out of him. Her fingers continued to caress his balls, her tongue licking and slurping his softening flesh while he petted her hair and the sides of her face.
When she finally let go of his spent flesh, he dragged in a breath and cupped her jaw. “Fuck. Maz.”
Her gaze met his. The awe in his almost crumpled her legs under her. She’d never seen that look in a man’s eyes before. Never felt such gratitude without hearing the words, without being told. With just a glance, Rylan made her feel better about herself, about something she’d done, than anyone or anything else ever had.
And at that moment, she knew there was no way she’d be able to stay away from this man.
She’d have to guard her heart. She could let him have her body, could enjoy his, could even be friends with him, but her heart would have to remain shielded.
Because if she let him in any more than she already had, he had the ability to crush her—destroy her. She knew that as well as she knew her own name.
He reached down, gripped her elbows, and pulled her to her feet. With a grin, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted. “My turn.”
Her shorts and panties hit the floor a second before her ass hit the cold granite counter. “Ry,” she gasped as a shudder racked her.
He only grinned and shoved her legs wide. “I didn’t get to do this last time.”
Any protest or question was lost in the back of her mind when his mouth landed on her throbbing core.
“Hmm . . . so wet for me.” He lapped at her, stroked her clit with the flat of his tongue. Flicked and licked and sucked. And sent her careening toward orgasm in seconds.
“Ry!” Her hands flew to his head. To pull him closer or push him away she wasn’t sure. The only thing she was sure of was the ache slicing her in two. It started deep, razor-sharp, and stinging, then took her breath and shook her body until she trembled on the precipice of something monumental.
“Please,” she begged, her fingers curling into his hair and tugging.
He hummed against her, used his fingers to fill her clenching core, to stroke over the sensitive pucker between her cheeks, and detonated the most devastating orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Her back bowed, her head thrown back with a primal scream as light and sound flashed from toes to fingers to ears. Snapping forward, she wrapped around him, his head between her thighs, his mouth still on her sex devouring, pushing and pulling her release until she sobbed for him to stop.
Until the pleasure verged on pain.
Until the last of her strength gave out and she slumped against him, toppling over and off the counter.
22
Rylan had never wanted something to be over as much as he did right now.
