“Suck.”
Her moan vibrates around my finger as she listens, watching me the entire time like she’s searching for approval. Praise, maybe.
My thumb sinks deeper, past the first knuckle. Her reaction only grows more intense, spreading far beyond the simple tease I anticipated it to be. Shelikesthis. Really, really likes it.
I stare deeper, harder, needing to reveal the words inside her beautiful head that are trapped behind my intrusion, unable to be set free. There’s something different about her right now. Something darker, needier. Like she’s sinking into a place I haven’t ever explored.
A place I’ve seen her enter online.
In an instant, there’s a trickle of icy water rolling down my spine. I grow still, my thumb stuck knuckle-deep in her mouth. My jaw works, anger and frustration warring with the need that’s screaming for me to keep going. Warm, steady hands fallto my belt. The clack of the buckle being undone yanks at my subconscious, demanding I pull my head from my ass.
Brielle pops off my thumb with a loud smack of her pink lips. Before I can pull it away, she snags my hand and brings it to the top of her head and holds it there while reaching across the elevator and smashing the emergency stop button.
My mind whirls. Alarm and concern push forward first, but she leaves me no time to question what she’s doing. I hold my breath when she presses down on the hand palming her crown, and then?—
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grit out, my brain lagging as I watch her.
She settles on her knees in front of me and abandons my hand. Her focus shifts to the front of my slacks as she undoes the zipper and, with a firm shove, sends them and my briefs down my thighs. My cock jumps at the freedom, the leaking tip glistening in the light.
“Get out of your head, Roman,” she demands, but it’s weak, breathless.
I search the elevator for the camera I know must be there, but she wraps her fingers around my shaft before I can find it. She’s the centre of my attention now. My eyes don’t stray from the sight of her kneeling before me, with my thick cock in her hand and lips poised so close to where I’m dripping that one thrust forward would slide it between them.
“They can see us,” I croak, reaching behind me to palm the wall.
“Who?”
Her tongue darts out, and I see white. Soft, blonde curls get fisted when I curl my fingers and hiss a breath, trying not to move as she collects the precum rolling down my shaft. It’s the most beautiful torture I’ve ever experienced. I crave more, regardless of the consequences.
“Brielle,” I grunt, chin dipping into my chest. “Cameras.”
She rubs the head against her mouth, using my cum as lip gloss as she moans, sending the vibrations down to my tight balls. There’s no stopping now. Nothing is keeping me from her anymore. Not tonight.
“Let them watch. I don’t mind an audience,” she purrs.
I don’t get a chance to reply. The moment she finally takes me into her mouth, I’m incapable of stringing words together. Wet warmth envelops the tip as she guides me over her flattened tongue, coating the shaft in spit.
My hold on her hair tightens when her cheeks hollow, and that heat travels lower, coiling around three-quarters of my shaft. Disbelief crashes through me as my jaw relaxes, and a low, dangerously rough groan fills the elevator. I can’t keep still. Can’t not move.
I curse when the pleasure grows, and my hips jerk forward, pushing more of my cock into her mouth. The tip hits the back of her throat, making her gag. I wait for her to pop off and scold me, but the only movement she makes is to push further. My nails scrape her scalp as she makes a wet noise of pleasure and opens her throat before sinking deeper.
The walls of her throat squeeze around me, forcing words out of my mouth that I didn’t know I was thinking.
“Yes. Yes—fuuuck. Choke on it, sweetheart. That’s it. Let me hear you again.”
She mewls around the intrusion as spit leaks from the corners of her mouth and drips down my balls. I keep a solid hold on her but don’t force her to move. There’s no need for me to.
As if I weren’t already in way over my head with this woman, feeling her nose hit my groin and stay there until she’s forced my orgasm would have done it. I’m completely ruined by her. Mysack draws up as I fall back against the wall and unload down her tight, warm throat, unseeing anything but her.
“Swallow, baby,” I plead, trying to claw at the wall.
Brielle’s eyes flick up, finding mine and holding, watching as I lose myself piece by piece. She doesn’t waste a drop as she swallows me down, those dainty fingers tightening around my base, pink-tipped nails drawing soft lines along the sensitive skin.
Once I’ve finished, she runs her tongue from root to tip and pulls back. The slow movement tugs at the muscles in my lower stomach, making them flex. She doesn’t immediately release me until she’s given the deep red tip a parting kiss. The corners of her lips curl when she looks back up at me and releases my cock.
“Better?” she asks coyly.
“Than?”
