Page 83 of That Rush

She strokes me once, watching my face with the same concentration I used on her last night. Then she pushes the quilt down and shifts over me.

My voice is already rough. “What are you doing?”

“More research.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know.” She kisses the hard line beneath my stomach. “I want to know what makes you lose that steady voice.”

Her tongue slides over the head of my cock.

My fingers close around the quilt.

Paige looks up, satisfaction bright in her eyes, then wraps her lips around me.

“Fuck.”

The wet heat of her mouth sends every muscle in my body tight. She takes a few inches, pulls back, and circles her tongue around the head while her hand strokes the rest of my length.

She lifts her mouth enough to speak. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“What you like.”

“You want instructions with my cock in your mouth?”

“I asked for them.”

Her blunt answer sends another rush of blood into my already painful erection.

“Keep your hand tighter at the base.”

She adjusts her grip. “Like this?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth closes over me again. This time, her hand moves with her lips, firm and slick, and a groan tears out of my chest.

Paige hums around my cock.

“Jesus Christ.” My hips lift before I catch myself.

She releases me with a quiet pop. “You can touch me.”

I slide my hand into her hair, but I don’t move her. “Where?”

Paige guides my palm to the back of her head. “Here. If you want more, show me.”

My control takes another hard hit.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” She strokes me slowly. “Show me how you want your cock sucked.”

I tighten my fingers in her hair and guide her mouth back down.

“Take me deeper.”