Her eyes dropped to my dick, who decided to try reaching for her himself when I stayed put. Yup, my body had no doubt about who we wanted.
“I could take care of it, if you want.”
Fuck, yes, we want!
“This isn’t about me.”
Wrong thing to say. She folded her arms around her bare breasts, hiding them from my view.
“Shit. Blair. I’m not saying this right. I’m so fucking in for friends with benefits, but I don’t want you thinking Ionlywant to fuck you.”
Her eyes were wary behind those pretty gold-framed glasses and she relaxed the tiniest bit.
“But you do want to fuck me?”
“It isn’t obvious?” I waved my hand at my dick, as it tried to wave at her.
She slid to the floor and maneuvered her body between my knees.
Seriously, a man was only so strong.
Silently giving myself over to her, I stretched my arms along the back of the sofa as she worked my button and zipper with efficient hands. I lifted my hips to help as she slid down my jeans and boxers, and my erection sprang free. The relief from the pressure of my clothing was nothing compared to the warm, wet slide of her mouth over my head.
Fuuuuuuck.
Do not embarrass yourself.
I clenched my ass hard and tried to think of my junior hockey stats to bring me back from the edge as she wrapped her fist around the base of my cock and tongued my slit before sucking me all the way back into her throat.
I didn’t want to think about how she’d gotten so good at this. Some ungrateful bastard had used her without appreciating the absolute queen she was. Because if they had, they never would have let her go.
I wasn’t stupid. We’d call this whatever she wanted us to: friends with benefits, boyfriend/girlfriend, whatever. But one thing was crystal clear for me.
I was hers.
And if she wanted to leave me, I’d put up a hell of a fight to keep her.
“Your mouth feels amazing.”
She did something with her tongue and I tried to remember the alphabet backward in a panicked rush so it wouldn’t be over.
Please don’t let it be over.
Her grasp was firm, her fist sliding easily over my length with the amount of spit slicking me up.
Fuck, forget first loves and passionate one-night stands; this was the single greatest sexual encounter of my life.
And her pants were still on.
I wondered if she’d let me go down on her. I bet she’d taste like heaven.
Shit.
The image that came with that thought fanned the burning in my lower back into an inferno.
“I’m coming,” I choked out, trying to give her warning before I lost it. She tightened her fist and kept sucking as I lost the battle and my orgasm rolled over me like a freight train.
The sight of her lips stretched wide, her throat working to swallow what I gave her drew it out until I felt empty in the best kind of way.
