“Of course.” In a quick yank, Stone had the t-shirt over his head and tossed on the floor behind him. He grinned. “Your turn.”
She chuckled. “Are we taking turns?”
“Mmmm…” His lust-filled gaze caressed her breasts where they swelled over the top of her bra. “I think you’ve got more clothing on than me, so you should take off two pieces to every one of mine.”
Sophie studied him. He’d kicked off his shoes when they’d entered the room, and with his shirt gone, it left four pieces by her count—jeans, underwear and socks. She had five remaining—bra, jeans, panties and shoes. “I’m only one ahead of you.”
“Two.”
Before she could argue, Stone popped the button on his jeans, yanked down the zipper, and shoved them over his hips. Bending, he lifted each foot in turn and slipped free of his pants, taking his socks at the same time. He straightened and kicked the clothes aside.
“You’re…” She licked her lips, her gaze glued to the large erection pointing right at her. “Commando?” The word came out high-pitched, as though her vocal cords were being strangled.
“Always.” He shrugged. “Makes for easier traveling. Less laundry.”
“Oh.” She wanted to touch him. Wanted to wrap her hand around his shaft and feel the heat and strength beneath the flushed skin. “Can I…”
Stone emitted a choked growl when she reached out and gripped him.
He was hot and silky-soft against her fingers, and she couldn’t resist sliding her hand up and down his length. Squeezing a little tighter on the up stroke.
“Soph,” he rasped, spurring her on.
“I want to…” Giving in to the impulse, she dropped to her knees, bent her head and sucked him between her lips.
His whole body jolted. “God. Soph. Fuck.”
She hummed, bobbed fast. Lashed with her tongue and sucked. She couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t fit as much as she wanted in her mouth. The taste of him, masculine and hot, made her mouth water, the extra saliva aiding the slide of her lips.
His hands found her head, his fingers weaving through her hair, but he didn’t force her to move a certain way. It was like he was holding on, as though he couldn’t remain on his feet without that simple connection.
She gripped the base of his cock with her left hand, cupped and rolled and squeezed his balls with her right, all while sucking him deep, until his cock head hit her throat. When she swallowed around the spongy tip, his shaft pulsed on her tongue and his fingers dug into her scalp, delivering a sharp surge of erotic pain.
“Soph. I’m close,” he panted.
It never entered her mind to pull away. She never thought about anything except giving him the ultimate pleasure. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked harder and rolled his balls on her palm. His hips bucked, his length throbbed and hardened, and he gripped her head and held her still—took control.
Keeping the rhythm she’d already set, he drove his shaft in and out for a few more strokes before he plunged deep and stiffened.
Warm fluid filled her throat and mouth. She swallowed and sucked every drop he gave her.
She’d never done that before. Never taken a man to his release with her mouth.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Stone’s legs shook, his grip on her head loosening. “What was that?”
Sophie licked up the last of his come as he pulled from her mouth. “A blow job?”
“No. That wasn’t a blow job. Fuck, woman.” He sank to his knees in front of her. “I’ve had blow jobs. But they were never like that. I think you blew the top of my head off.”
The stab of jealousy that hit her at the thought of some faceless woman giving him pleasure was instantly soothed by his praise of her efforts. “I’m never done that before.”
“What?” He stared at her, eyebrows high on his brow. “You haven’t sucked a cock?”
She laughed. “No. I’ve done that. I haven’t…” Heat filled her face. “You know.”
“Swallowed?” He smiled, reached out and traced his thumb along her lips. “Thank you.”
Sophie smiled. “It doesn’t seem right to say ‘you’re welcome’.”
