She stared up at me, the usual sweetness missing. In its place was a siren with those otherworldly dark green eyes. The late day sun dappled the room, tattooing her skin.
I jerked the jeans and boxers down over my hips and let them pool around my ankles. She took me in hand, lifting my cock against my lower belly to lick along the underside of my shaft, making sure to use her mouth much like earlier.
When she’d driven me over the edge.
My fingers slipped into her hair as she sucked the tip, lightly tonguing the drop of precum before taking me deep.
“Fuck.”
She drew strongly and my head fell back as I tried to gather myself.
She hummed out her pleasure. I had to look.
I needed to see her mouth full of me.
My gaze raced over her face, over her swollen lips and tongue as she took me again and again, but then I noticed her fingers between her own thighs.
“Are you wet for me?”
Her lids lowered as if in answer as she took me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.
“Let me taste.”
She slipped her hand free. I took it, bringing it to my mouth as I licked her clean.
She used her other hand to grip my base as she bobbed her head up and down then let my cock pop free of her mouth. “How do I taste?”
I lowered my mouth to hers and she greedily sucked my tongue into her mouth. It was wet and messy, our flavors mingling.
She rubbed her breasts along my cock as she stretched to meet me.
“Where the hell is that condom,” I mumbled against her mouth.
“Bedside table.”
I lifted her up and she squeaked, but wrapped her legs around me.
God, it would be so easy to adjust her and slip inside.
My fingers dug into her thighs as I walked around the bed and tumbled us both into the sheets we’d been twisted in just a few hours ago.
I leaned on my hip and reached for one of the packets. I ripped it open and rolled it on. As I was about to crawl between her thighs, a giggle bubbled out of her.
I frowned, then looked down at the ultraviolet condom.
“Jesus.”
She grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of her. “I’m thankful for the romance author who did a signing at the bookstore with all the very best swag.”
I lifted her knee to widen her thighs.
“Tell me her name when my brain works again. I’ll buy her whole fucking backlist.”
She laughed and all that dark siren power dissipated into the honeyed gold that was Phoebe.
I dragged the head of my cock along her pussy, groaning at how ready she was for me. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
Her hand lifted to my cheek. “I’m stronger than you think, Atticus.”
