Page 135 of Unruly

She flashed him another smile.

Cross let out a heavy exhale. “Just … suck my dick already.”

“Somebody’s demanding.”

“Somebody just wanted a shower and sleep, Catherine, but you got me thinking about other things now.”

“Oh, so it’s cool if I—”

“Shut your pretty mouth right now or get it on my dick.”

Her laughter echoed throughout the empty brownstone. She tugged the towel away from his body, and came eye-level with Cross’s fully erect cock. She palmed the base of his length and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Catherine stared up at him to watch Cross tilt his head back to rest it against the doorjamb. One of his hands rested on his stomach, while his other came to tangle in her hair. He didn’t help her along in how she sucked his cock at first—he never did.

She warmed him up.

He liked to finish it off.

Hollowed cheeks. Air-tight pressure. Teeth scraping against velvet smooth skin.

Catherine knew exactly what her husband liked when she was on her knees. The thicker, and louder, his moans became the longer she sucked him off. The hotter she became between her thighs.

There was another reason Catherine liked sucking Cross’s dick, after all. It got him fired up and ready to go for the next round. He always fucked her a little bit harder after she had sucked him off, and she liked that just fine.

Catherine let her tongue flick against the throbbing vein on the underside of Cross’s cock, and felt him tense from the action. Another long, heavy groan fell from his chest, his fingers tightened in her hair, and she knew …

“My turn.”

His husky order made her look up again. She slowed her own work and let him take over. Both of his hands held onto her then, while he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Slow at first, and then faster. She relaxed her jaw and muscles, yet it still made her fucking eyes water.

She kind of loved that, too.

All the while, his dirty mouth worked, too.

“Take it, babe,” he urged.

And, “Make me fucking come, Catty.”

When he did finally orgasm, he held her all the way down to the base of his cock while his cum hit the back of her throat.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” she heard him say while his hands trembled in her hair. “Every bit, Catherine.”

She did.

The taste, uniquely him.

Wet as hell between her thighs.

Hot as fire inside.

Finally, Cross let her go. Catherine came off his dick with a smile, and numb, yet swollen lips. She traced her tongue along the edges of her lips while she stared up at him. He said something under his breath, but she didn’t quite catch it.

“What was that?”

“Okay, yeah, that was way better than sleep,” Cross mumbled. “Fuck.”

Exhaustion slipped through Catherine’s veins as she blinked awake. She didn’t even need to turn over to know she was alone in the bed. Not a bit of light filtered through the beige curtains covering the windows, telling her it was still quite late.