It doesn’t matter. Because even as I’m saying it, my fingers are tightening in her hair, dragging her into me with one hand as I shove all the stupid denim and cotton to my knees with the other. I feel the hot, wet little presses of her mouth down my hip, feel the tips of her long fingers pull out my cock, feel her thumb brushjustunder the head—fuck—and then stop.
I look down, to where Gwenna’s blinking. Once, twice.
Oh. My…jewelry. Guess she never got a close look before. Well, no time like the present.
“You like?” I tilt a smile down at her.
She rolls her eyes. Doesn’t let go of my cock, though. And she then smiles.
“Let me see…”
Eyes closed, she runs her tongue over the little rungs of metal, inch by agonizing inch.
“Fuck, Gwenna.” I clench my jaw, try not to rip out her hair as I restrain my hips from jerking. Where’d she learn todothat?
“I like,” she murmurs, glancing up at me again. “Didn’t it hurt?”
Taking a needle to the dick seven times in a row? “It didn’t feelgreat,” I pant as she sucks lightly at the tip. “But, you know.” Now the edge of her thumb is brushing lightly over the bars, and I have to lean my head back against the wall, eyes closed, so I don’t black out. “I lived.”
“Glad to hear it.”
She takes me in her mouth again—everything. Deep.
I shudder, gasping. Everything south of my ribs is molten liquid, pure electric pleasure, to the point I’m shocked I’m still upright. This is not going to be an all-time Kai Pendragon endurance record. And honestly?—
I make a strangled, keening sound as Gwennahumsaround my dick.
—honestlyI’mokaywiththat. Fuck. I grab around for balance, finding nothing until I finally clutch the edge of the weapon rack to my right.
No, it’s good, I think. I’m pistoning into her now, grabbing the back of her head with my left hand to shove myself deeper, my balls tight and my dick hard as iron. Because the sooner I come, the sooner we’re not at risk of someone strolling into the salle and catching me all but face-fucking this beautiful…
My fingers loosen in her hair.
Jesus. I have to stop.
“Gwenna,” I rasp. I slow down, way down, stroke the edge of her face to get her attention. “Gwenna?”
I look down. She doesn’t hear me.Shedoesn’t stop.
Oh, fuck.
“Gwenna,” I say urgently, the pressure building right back up again. “Gwen—nnh.”
I flex my abs, exhale hard with the effort of stopping myself.
Because I don’t want to—I don’t want tosurpriseher.
Or worse, make her think Iexpectthat. That I’m that kind of asshole.
But I am also so fucking hard. And she is so…
She tightens her lips.
…fucking…
She rolls her tongue.
goodat this.
