“Quiet,” she murmurs, and pulls me free.
Her eyes are full as she stares down at me. I’m big—I know I’m big—and watching her study me, watching her lick her lips, is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Like what you see?” I manage with a grin.
She doesn’t answer with words. She leans forward, runs her tongue along my length, and I nearly black out.
Then she slips her lips over the tip of my cock, drawing me into her mouth, and I have to brace my hands against the door to stay upright.
Wet heat. Tight suction. Her tongue is working magic. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Hannah, you feel so fucking incredible.”
She takes me deeper, and I’m fighting every instinct to thrust, to take control, to fuck that beautiful mouth. But this is her show, and I’m going to let her run it.
She’s working me with her tongue, taking me deeper, her hand cupping my balls, and I’m right on the edge, barely holding on. Watching her mouth wide and full of me is insatiable. She keeps sucking, licking under my shaft until the tip hits the back of her throat. I moan, my hips grinding against her. She stares up at me with tears in her eyes but never stops, and I fucking love her already.
Then someone knocks on the door.
We both freeze.
Her mouth is bulging full of me, her eyes huge and startled, and I’m using every ounce of willpower not to move.
“Busy,” I call out, voice strained. “Come back later.” I reach back blindly, manage to find the lock, and twist it.
She grins around me, actually fucking grins, and keeps going.
The knock comes again. “I need to get something from there!” Patty’s voice, loud and insistent. “What are you doing? Why is the door locked?”
Hannah is using the distraction to tease me, her tongue tickling my cock, and my vision blurs, my legs shake.
“We’re organizing,” I gasp. “The books. Very important alphabetizing happening right now.”
“What?” Patty sounds confused and suspicious.
Hannah fondles my balls, sucks harder, and I groan. Fuck me.
“Open up!”
Of all the times.
“Critical organizational work!” I call out, voice cracking as Hannah takes me deeper. “Very delicate! Can’t be interrupted! Come back in thirty minutes!”
Hannah’s pace picks up.
Another set of knocks, sharper, angrier. “No one organizes anything that loudly!”
I slap a hand over my mouth, because I’m one second away from groaning loudly enough to be heard across the valley.
Hannah makes a low, obscene sound around me on purpose.
I grit my teeth. “For the love of—Hannah—sweetheart—mercy—” I’m gone. Absolutely done for. I come and burst in her mouth with a force that damn near folds me in half, my hand flying back to brace on the door, knees shaking.
She swallows all of it, every last drop, like the perfect Omega she is, throat working to take it. I’m panting, sweating, trying to remember basic physics.
Knock, knock, knock. “THIS IS HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS!”
Hannah finally pulls back, licks me clean, and then has the audacity to grin up at me like she didn’t just almost send me into cardiac arrest.
