Chapter 13
I was certain my bodyguards meters away heard my gulp. Hannah was so gorgeous as she crouched in front of me with her sparkling eyes shining up at me. How anyone could look so seductive and innocent at the same time was beyond me, but Hannah accomplished it.
“Moi? Uh, oui.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have taken Spanish in high school. But I’m gonna take that as a yes.” Hannah leaned forwardto lick the tip of my throbbing erection, and I closed my eyes with a groan.
“Merde.”
Hannah laughed huskily as her lips skimmed down my cock to the base. “You know how I know that I’m getting to you?”
I must’ve made some sound for her to continue, but honestly at that point my every thought was devoted to not coming all over her face like some untried teenager obsessed with pornos. Hannahsqueezed my cock at the root as her tongue tickled my foreskin.
“I know I’m getting to you when you babble in French. It’s like your brain can’t work to make the translation.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s a lack of blood flow problem.” I gasped as her deft tongue found a sensitive spot under the head of my cock. “Uh.”
“Well, before you lose all blood flow to your brain, how about we take a littlebreak so you can give me your shirt.” Hannah’s hot breath caressed the wet skin she’d left behind from her lips.
“Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
Hannah blinked up at me. “What?”
“No, that’s what I said. You want my shirt? For what?”
“For my knees, Casanova. My quads won’t let me squat forever.”
“Ah, mon chou, Je suis désolé. I wasn’t thinking. Come, come. We can do better than my shirt.”
“No, I don’twant to wait. Just give me your shirt.”
“Really, Hannah, I think that’s supposed to be my line.”
“Here.” She stared up at me mulishly, and I had to laugh. Was I really arguing about where she was going to blow me?
“As you wish.” I grabbed my shirt and rucked it up and over my head; my undershirt came off, too. I balled up the material as best I could to make an adequate cushion, then handedit to Hannah.
She shoved it under her knees and sat up with a groan. “Thank you. I think my legs were about to give out. Now, where were we…”
This time it was my turn to groan as her lips skimmed down my length. Her hair brushed against my naked thigh and I shivered. I brushed her hair back and tried to curb the impulse to thrust my hips into her face. Christ, her mouth felt good.
Hannah murmuredappreciatively as she took more and more of my length into her mouth. She worked my dick with a hungry determination that made it almost impossible to control myself. I wanted to grab her hair and thrust, take control of the moment, but I held back. Hannah didn’t deserve a rutting, grunting caveman who didn’t give a shit about her. Although if she kept making those groaning sounds and vibratingmy cock for much longer, I couldn’t be held responsible for what I did.
Hannah squeezed my cock at the base just as the head brushed against the back of her throat, and I lost it.
“Han—Ugh, I’m gonna—” That was all the warning I was able to garble out before I came. Spurt after spurt sprang out of my cock. Hannah made a muffled sound but kept my cock in her mouth as my ejaculate jetted out.When there was no more in me, I sagged and would’ve fallen but for the knowledge of what was under me—rocks and twigs and scratchy scrub grass. And Hannah. It took all of my willpower, but I locked my knees and remained upright. Like a man.
Hannah pulled back slightly and gave the tip of my cock a soft kiss. Then she blinked up at me with teary eyes. “Was that…Are you okay?”
“Aww,mon chou.”I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her to her feet. Covering her lips with mine, I tried to tell her without words how amazing she was and how grateful I felt. Her mouth tasted faintly of salty musk, but I tried not to think about that too much.
After a few moments, I pulled back and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Are you all right? I’m so sorry I couldn’t give you more warning.”
“That’sokay. I like it when you lose control. And I take it back—I love it when you’re too flustered to form a sentence in either language. It’s a rush to know that I can do that to you.”
“Thank you, Hannah. And you can make me incoherent anytime you’d like. Because I’m so giving like that.”
Hannah laughed softly as she cuddled into my naked chest. The breeze picked up and a wave of goosebumps roseon my legs, reminding me of our surroundings and how little I had on.
