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He growled into her mouth, pinching her nipples in return before sliding a hand between her legs and fingering her clit.
She groaned her approval and reached for his pants. His cock jutted free of the open zipper, the button the only thing keeping his pants up. He must have done it up before they bolted from the beach. Well, she’d take care of that problem right—
He pulled away, breaking their kiss. “Let me,” he said on a shaky breath.
She sensed him rising to his feet before her. The soft sound of material and belt buckle hitting the floor sent her heart racing. Her pussy contracted, impatient.
Warm fingers feathered against her cheek, her shoulder. She lifted her hands in the dark and found her prize. His erection filled her grip, thick and solid and warm and hard.
“Dio,” she whispered, running her thumb over its tip. A small bead of moisture wet her skin, and her pussy contracted again.
“Oh fuck, Zeta,” he groaned. “I—”
Whatever he was going to say dissolved into a raw growl as she took his length in her mouth.
His hands clawed into her hair, and he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. She hummed with hungry delight, grabbing at his ass cheeks. Tight and muscular and smooth, and God, she couldn’t wait to see them in the light.
She sucked harder on his length, moving the tight seal of her lips up and down as she did so.
“Fuck…” he groaned again, his fingers fierce in her hair. “That’s good. You’re good. So good.”
She pulled off him with a pop. “Say that again.”
His throaty chuckle fell down on her in the darkness. “You’re good.”
Grinning, she pumped his cock with slow strokes of her hand. “Of course I am. Took you long enough to realize though.”
His hand fisted her hair, tilting her head back before his lips brushed hers. “A mistake I’m sure you will never let me live down,” he murmured.
“Never,” she confessed before cupping his balls with her other hand and giving them a gentle tug. “Now straighten up so I can show you just how good I am.”
He laughed and did as she asked.
She took him in her mouth again. Brought him close to the edge more than once. She loved that he told her, warned her just how close he was. She hated it when men just blasted into her mouth without warning. Mick did the opposite, telling her just how incredible it was, that he was close, so close, so fucking close. Every time he did, she’d tease him by easing off a little. Every time she did, he’d groan out a guttural laugh and promise retribution.
His words turned her on as much as the carnal noises he made, the thrusts of his hips, the pulsing spasms of his cock in her mouth.
She kneaded his sac with her palm, aligned her middle finger to the sensitive area behind it, just before his anus, and pressed.
“Oh fuck!” he ground out, slamming his hips forward.
She laved her tongue against the underside of his length, took him deeper, and then let out a little gasp as he jerked back a step and his cock popped free of her mouth.
“I…” His breath tore from him, turning the word to a choppy exhalation. “I don’t want…in your mouth…the first time…”
Ahh. She smiled, wishing she could see his face. Goddamn storm. “Do you have a condom?”
“I do,” he rasped. “In my toiletry bag.”
“Go get it, Michael Blackthorne,” she ordered.
He let out a wobbly chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”
He hurried away, and it was only when she found herself admiring the broad strength of his shoulders and the narrow leanness of his hips that she realized her eyesight had adapted to the lack of light.
Enough to watch him collide, shins first, with the living area’s ottoman.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, recovering and continuing to what she assumed was the bedroom.
