Page 43 of Playing Hard to Get

“What are you doing, darlin’?”

Her eyes were wicked and matched the devilish smile on her face. “I want to feel you, Mitch. You’ve given me so much today, and I want to give something back to you.”

“You have given me so much. Don't ever think different.”

She looked at my chest and I could see something was bothering her.

“What is it?”

Her fingers teased the fabric of my shorts before she palmed my cock. Her eyes met mine. Held them like a vise as her tongue traced her lower lip. “I want to taste you.”

My head whipped back. My sweet, innocent girl kept surprising me. This wasn't the girl I'd had in my bed. This was the Vivian I first met. The one who could bust my balls from across the room.

Fuck, I wanted this.

My grip on her loosened, and she slid down before me. She looked at me with those piercing blue eyes as she fingered the waistband of my shorts. That devilish smile returned. My cock thickened. I leaned back against the counter and groaned as she released me, then tongued my length.

She swirled that sexy little tongue of hers against my tip, sending bursts of pleasure shooting up my spine. She grabbed my shaft and fit her mouth over me, sucking long and deep.

Damn. Just like the first time. Like doing this would give her life.

“Viv.” Her name left my lips on a moan. I pushed a hand through her hair and felt her moan against my cock. She worked my shaft with her hand, slid those beautiful lips up and down my length. Took me deep in her throat, swallowing against the intrusion and making me jerk. Raked her teeth over my skin before covering them with her lips and dipping back down for more. She let me fuck her mouth. Her head was between my hands as I held her in place, and her moans of pleasure matched my own.

Fuck.

Yes.

So good.

My balls tightened and before I could get out a warning, I shot hot cum into her throat. She took it all, swallowed it down without a word, then licked me like she wanted more. My knees shook and I leaned back into the counter again. Vivian looked up at me, all innocence lost.

“Fuck, Viv.” I tucked myself into my shorts and slid to the floor, pulling her into my lap.

She smiled at me, then wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head against my shoulder. “You taste so good. I’ve wanted to do that all day.”

A chuckle rumbled through my chest and I squeezed her in my arms. “I’m pretty sure I’d let you do that to me anytime you please.”

Vivian's fingers teased at the collar of my t-shirt. As her hand started to slide down my back, I picked her up. Had her laying on her back in an instant, legs splayed on either side of my hips, my hands on either side of her head. Those beautiful blues were wide, staring at me with equal parts amusement and concern.

“What are you doing, darlin’?”

Her eyes narrowed and my heart skipped a beat. “I want to see your tattoo.”

“I want to lick your pussy,” I threw back.

“Mitch…” Vivian pushed a hand into my chest. “What's wrong?”

“I want to fuck you, darlin’. Right here.” I moved my hand, cupped her mound as my fingers press against the thin lace of her panties.

“I want to see your tattoo first.”

“No.” I slid a finger under the lace, but Vivian grabbed my arm.

“Why not?”

She sounded so fierce. Stubborn. She wasn’t letting it go. I sat back on my knees and dragged a hand down my face.

“Why do you want to see?”