“You don’t have a good side,” I remind him, hitting the record button.
“Be serious, now. It’s my first on-camera performance with full frontal, and Rook’s a tough critic. I’m keen to make a good impression.”
Westlyn cracks up. “I can’t speak for the cameraman or the critics, but I knowexactlywhere your good side is, Jude Hendrix.” Without giving him a chance to respond, she leans forward again, gripping the base of his massive cock, swallowing half his hard length in a single thrust.
After all her slow and careful teasing, the sudden deep-throat clearly surprises him, and he growls and bucks his hips, unable to keep himself from fucking deeper into that hot little mouth.
West takes it like a champ, bobbing her head to pick up the pace, then pulling back, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him hard.
“Bloody fuckinghell, woman,” he grinds out. “That’s…fuck. You’re… you’re just… bloody perfect.”
Peering at the camera’s viewing screen, I watch the black-and-silver waves of her hair undulate with the motions of her head, Jude’s claws tightening against her scalp as she licks and sucks, her nails scraping down his thighs, and fuck this angling-for-the-perfect-shot bullshit.
I need to be in that fucking bed. Now.
Trusting the camera to do its job, I climb back in behind her, hauling her up by the hips and positioning myself between her thighs, spreading her wide. She’s already glistening with desire, more than ready to take me in, but it’s not time for me to fuck her just yet.
Not with my cock, anyway.
First, I want a taste.
Keeping a firm grip on her thighs, I lower my mouth to her exposed flesh and give her a long, languid lick, making her gasp around a mouth full of Jude’s cock.
A low growl vibrates through my chest. The taste of her…Fuck. I meant what I told her the other night. I want my first meal of every fucking night to bethis. Her. For the rest of my cursed existence.
One more long lick, and then I’m picking up the pace, teasing her, tempting her, driving her wild. We’ve spent enough time together that I know exactly what she likes, how hard, how fast, how deep, and it’s not long before I’ve got her writhing for me. I swirl my tongue around her clit, then draw back, blowing a hot breath over her flesh before finally spearing her, sucking her, burying my whole fucking face in her soft, wet heat until I’m absolutelyfeastingon her.
Ripples of pleasure course through her thighs, her muscles tensing beneath my grip, her ass grinding back to meet every thrust of my tongue, again and again and again until…
A strangled cry erupts from deep inside her, and she comes around my tongue with a shudder that rockets throughout her entire body and straight into mine. My lips, my tongue, my chest, right down to my aching balls.
Rising up on my knees again, I grab my cock and drag it through her wetness, seconds from burying myself to the hilt with a deep, delicious thrust…
A sudden movement in the doorway stops me cold.
Fuck. We’re busted.
I tense, glancing up to meet our intruder’s gaze.
But itisn’tDraegan coming home early to scold us for messing up his fine linens and interfering with her “recovery.”
It’s Rook.
He briefly meets my eyes, then scans the room, taking in the whole scene. A soft breath hisses from his lips, and every muscle in his body goes rigid.
But the look in his eyes is pure, liquid fire.
Westlyn lifts her head, and I can already picture the grin sliding across her pretty, swollen mouth.
“Good evening, professor,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “Funny—I wasjustthinking about you.”
Chapter Thirteen
ROOK
That ripe, red mouth. That sexy-as-sin voice. The sweet blush of pleasure and the sight of Auggie’s glistening chin and Jude’s cock twitching near her lips and the raw, uncut scent of her desire invading my senses…
All of it conspires to steal the breath from my lungs.
