Shit. That would really, really suck.
Exhaling softly, I risk bringing our lips together. He leans into the kiss, not away, making me smile. The steady sweep of his hand up my back and beneath the bunched fabric of my dress at my middle anchors me.
“Well? Was it worth it?” I whisper, almost afraid to ask but needing to hear his answer.
“Ask me that tomorrow.”
Then, he’s standing, and we’re moving again.
25
ROMAN
My chest istight when I wake.
There’s a strangled groan in my throat that explodes when I feel hot, wet suction around my cock. Without blinking, I shove my hand down beneath the sheets and find a mess of silky hair.
“Brielle,” I grate out, forcing myself to open my eyes.
The human-sized lump beneath the blanket moves in time with the tongue gliding along the underside of my shaft. I don’t push her off me as she sucks fiercely, like she’s afraid this is the last time she’ll taste me. If anything, this unexpected moment has me using my hold on her hair to push her faster, deeper even.
A small, shocked gag forces my eyes into the back of my head as the sound slices through my body.
“You weren’t . . . sated from last night?” I ask roughly, out of breath. My abs tense when confident fingers release my cock and find my balls, massaging them softly. “Guess not.”
I can almost feel her smiling around my thickness.
“You’re a fucking brat, sweetheart. Don’t stop.”
A moan vibrates against me before she drags her mouth up to focus on the tip. My vision cuts for a moment before I twist herhair around my knuckles and glide her back down. Her tongue flicks out along the way before those perfect lips part wider.
“Next time . . .” I cut myself off when her throat opens and welcomes me inside. My grip on her hair turns painful, but when she doesn’t bat me away or bite me in warning, I ignore the impulse to release her. “Fuck—next time, you wake me with your cunt on my face, Brielle.”
I’m pretty positive that’s how I fell asleep last night. The last thing I remember is being so exhausted that I couldn’t get myself to pull her off when that wall hit me. It’s a wonder she didn’t suffocate me while I slept.
Not that I’d have hated going out that way.
She lets a mewling noise slip down my cock. I take it as agreement.
“Is your pussy dripping for me again?” I growl, bucking my hips.
Her gag is louder this time, uncontrolled. The noise intensifies the pleasure bleeding through my gut. I use my hold on her hair to work her at a quicker pace while giving shallow thrusts. She doesn’t back away or pinch my thigh for me to slow. This woman loves what she’s doing as much as I do, and that is intoxicating.
“Gonna come—” I warn, keeping my hips up off the bed and cock deep for a beat before retreating. “Stop or swallow.”
She stays in place. I furiously yank the blankets off her and send them toppling to the floor. The sight of her like this—her bee-stung lips being spread wide by my shaft, eyes dazed and gleaming, and her hair a damp, wild mess—tugs on that last cord and has me unravelling.
I grunt, too overcome to speak as the first spurt erupts in her mouth. The morning light bleeds through the room and illuminates her flushed cheeks when she pulls back a second later and aims me at her face. I reach up behind my head andgrip the headboard, watching as she bathes her cheeks and lips in my cum.
It feels like it’s never going to end. My muscles are tense enough to quiver in pain as I suck in a feral breath and keep blurry eyes on her. She waits until I’ve been wrung dry before gliding her tongue across her glossy lips and cleaning them. There’s a slow, pleased smile crawling across her face while she releases my still-hard cock and begins crawling up my body.
I can’t look away. Can’t fucking think.
There are thick smears of cum on her round, pink cheeks and clinging to her chin, but she doesn’t care. There doesn’t seem to be a single ounce of disgust or annoyance as she brings her mouth to mine and kisses me like the last few minutes didn’t happen.
My fingers twitch in her hair before I let them go lax and cup her jaw and nape, encouraging her to move closer. Our kiss deepens until the taste of her has been completely overwhelmed by mine. It’s the second time in the last twenty-four hours that I’ve had her all but feed me my cum, but I don’t hate it. It’s new and different, but not too much that I feel the need to pull away.
And I have an inkling that this isn’t the first thing this wildfire of a woman is going to teach me.
