Page 125 of On His Team

I look down at her and touch the side of her face. “You sure?”

Her expression changes immediately, the teasing slipping away. “Yes.”

That’s enough.

She grabs me then. A full grip and stroke of my dick. Her mouth wastes no time. The first touch of her wet lips makes my hand tighten against the edge of the counter.

“Fuck.”

Gianna looks up. Seeing her eyes makes it even hotter.

I move one hand into her hair, not pulling, just holding it away from her face so I can see her. She notices what I’m doing. Her mouth moves over me again.

I breathe through my teeth, feeling my dick hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck, G.”

She hums softly, and I have to close my eyes for a second.

Every time my breathing changes, she notices. Every time my hand tightens in her hair or I say her name differently, she adjusts. There is this quiet satisfaction in her face when she realizes something works, and the fact that she’s enjoying getting a reaction out of me makes it significantly harder to keep one under control.

I look down again. “Oh, fuck.”

She works me deeper, then she sits back on her heels and strokes me. She catches her breath and goes again. Her lips tighten, and I’m seeing stars.

She looks up at me again, and that does it.

Everything in me tightens.

“G, I’m close.” I warn her because I’m still capable of enough thought for that.

She doesn’t stop.

I say her name again, rougher this time, and come with one hand braced against the counter and the other still tangled in her hair.

For several seconds, my brain is completely useless.

Gianna sits back on her heels.

I breathe.

She wipes at the corner of her mouth with her thumb and looks so pleased with herself that I start laughing.

“What?” she asks.

“You’re a problem.”

“You liked it.”

“I like you.”

Her smile disappears as she looks up at me.

“Yeah,” I say, reaching down.

Her eyebrows lift when my hands go under her arms. “What are you doing?”

I lift her.