“It’s fine,” I said.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, fingers clasping the elastic of his underwear, halting my progress.
“Yes, I’m sure. Now let go.” I batted his hands away.
He stayed propped and white-knuckled against the desk while I took him out of his boxer briefs. Given our one night together, I hadn’t really gotten the chance to explore him in the light of day.
After I’d looked my fill, I gazed up the length of Brady’s long, lean body and smirked. “I thought you’d be ...”
“If you say bigger, I’m leaving right now.”
I laughed. “No,” I managed, still amused and impatient and deeply turned on. He was plenty big enough. I squirmed a little at the memory of him inside me—thick and insistent. “I was going to say I thought you’d be more agreeable. You seem very worried about getting caught. Unless you’re trying to stall for some reason. Or maybe you don’t want my mouth on you.”
Brady swallowed, and I watched the movement of his Adam’s apple. “It’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s just that ... a blow job requires trust. You can’t ask some hookup or one-night stand to suck your dick.”
“Plenty of people do,” I argued lightly, still entertained.
“Yeah, not me.”
I reached out and wrapped my fist around his length, and Brady sucked in a sharp breath.
Perhaps it was the memory of those blond leafers, but something curious and a little spiteful made me ask, “So you do that often? The one-night-stand thing?”
“Well, no. But that’s beside the point.”
I smothered my laugh against his hip, where I placed another biting kiss. Then I remembered weeks ago, accusing him of not dating much. Now, to hear him tell it, he didn’t hook up either. Suddenly, I wondered what Brady Judd was waiting on.
Leaning back, I looked up at him once more. His eyes were clenched shut, jaw tense as I pumped his length slow and steady. “Is it okay if I get back to what I was doing?”
His lids fluttered open, and he regarded me warily.
I laughed again. “Brady, come on. Let me use my mouth. No teeth, I swear. It’ll be good. Do you need references?”
He frowned, eyes narrowed. And if I wasn’t mistaken, he sounded a little jealous when he snapped out, “No, smartass. I don’t want to hear about the guys you’ve been with.”
I grinned. “How about a sales pitch?” I touched my tongue to the very tip of him, a barely there caress that made his nostrils flare. “Need me to tell you all the things I’ll do to you?” A long, slow lick this time, up the full length of his erection. “Or would you rather my mouth be nice and full?”
Brady made a pained grunt in the affirmative before dropping his head back to stare at the ceiling.
I took that as a binding agreement and swallowed him down.
Whispered curses flew up and over my head. When I risked another glance up, I saw that Brady’s attention was focused back on me, on the way I was moving, bobbing up and down at a steady pace, taking as much of him as I could until he tapped the back of my throat.
It didn’t take long to figure out what he liked—messy and a little rough. I worked him over while he groaned and fought for control. But I didn’t want a calm and collected Brady. I wanted him desperate, wild, and reckless ... over me.
When his hands hovered in the air like he couldn’t decide what to do with them, I guided one toward my ponytail. He made a relieved sound as he wrapped the length around his fist, as if he needed an anchor in this storm as much as I did.
As I increased my pace, I kept my gaze trained on his. With desire blazing in his blue eyes, he clenched his jaw tight and nodded roughly, a helpless groan escaping in what I assumed was a warning.
But I kept doing what I was doing, content to see this through to the end. When he came a moment later, hips bucking in inelegant little thrusts, I swallowed every last drop.
With panting breaths, Brady released his hold on my hair, gently smoothing it across my shoulder. I watched, amused, as he fought to gather his composure.
“Did that meet your approval?” I teased.
He gave me a look that loudly conveyed,Yes, you idiot, but then said, “God, yes. I will never look at your red lips without seeing my cock disappearing between them.”
The casual, filthy way he said that had me squirming where I knelt, disappointed anew that neither one of us had a condom.
