She moved him in and out of her puckered lips, tasting him, craving him. She hummed softly around his shaft, and she felt him twitching against her lips. She wanted to taste him in her mouth and was working him, trying to convince him to spill inside. She ran her tongue over the delicate seam on the underside and teased the head.
Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ on a cracker.
His voice was silk on silk. Husky, deeper than his normal speaking tone, the words were nothing but perfection, not a hint of an accent of any sort. They fit the scene perfectly, rough, strong, but caring, and shockwaves of his tone tripped over my skin.
The words flowed, like a smooth fountain of sweet vanilla and chocolate I could dip my finger in and lick the sweetness of his sound from. There was no innuendo, and he left none there—it was pure, unadulterated sex and desire laced into each word.
I smacked my hand on the stop button, turned him in the chair, and slammed my mouth over his. There was no half hard about me. I was fully erect, and fully dressed and one of those didn’t belong.
MARCUS
WELL THEN.
Not pulling back even a little from the assaulting kiss, I yanked the headphones off and pushed the microphone out of the way.
For just a moment, I toyed with the idea of pulling back and shutting the board down, butfuck thatbecause I needed to fuck Chase,right now.
Never releasing him from the kiss, I wrapped my hands around his arms, and backed him away from the closet and toward the bed. His arms slipped around me, pressing him close to my chest.
God, he felt good.
He was just a few inches shorter than me and the difference made it so easy to lean down and capture his lips over and over. He tasted like wine and chocolate, the remains of the fabulous meal we’d had.
I hadn’t meant to seduce him by reading that erotica, but he was clearly taken by whatever it was he heard there. It was just a stage voice I used, but I could feel his erection long and hot, low on my hip.
“You’re sure?” I whispered, flicking open the buttons on his shirt.
“Just tell me you have lube and condoms,” he answered.
“Nightstand,” I answered. “Hope springs eternal.”
He nipped at my lip, let me finish unbuttoning the casual blue shirt he’d put on.
Chase’s hand landed on his chest. “Hope springs eternal? What does that mean?”
“It’s been a really, really,reallylong time since I’ve had a hot guy in my bed.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Major cockblock is living with your parents.”
He laughed. “Okay, cowboy, pony up. Get naked and let me see what the rest of the homosexual population has been missing out on.”
“But half the fun is undressing you…”
“Not if I’m going to blow my load just because you touched my dick,” he stated. “Which is totally what’s about to happen if you don’t back up and shuck the clothes.”
I leaned in very close to his lips and breathed the words across them, “Schuck. How every midwestern of you. I kind of like it.”
The shiver ran through him, and he closed his eyes. “I will not come, I will not come, I will not come.”
“No, not until I’m buried deep in your ass.”
“Oh, shit, oh fuck,” Chase gasped. “Bedroom voice. Very dangerous. Very orgasmic. Very climaxy.”
At no point in all the books I had recorded had it occurred to me that myvoicecould be the very thing that got someone off. But Chase clearly associated my clean reading voice withsex, because he had a collection of them with bookmarks at the dirty parts.
I was back at his shirt and I unfastened the buttons, just three left and then quickly popped open the cuffs. Pulling the whole thing off and and his t-shirt over his head, I had him standing there, barechested in a moment.
“You’re absolutely sculpted perfection,” I said, usingthat voice.I leaned down and ran my tongue from just below his ear, down his throat to the soft skin of his collar. “Your skin is perfect, and warm, and soft and—”
“Fuck, Marcus, I’m only just hanging on here.”
