“Open.”
She parts her lips.
“Suck.”
She closes her hot mouth around my fingers, sliding down to my knuckles. She peers up at me through those long lashes and sucks herself off my fingers with a pop.
Fuck.
I can’t wait another second.
I grip her jaw, keeping that sultry gaze locked on me as I give her another command.
“On your knees.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ELI
Blair hesitates for a second, a flash of her rational brain kicking in through the needy haze. I take half a step back, flicking open the button of my black cargos and reaching in to give my desperate cock some relief as I wait.
She slowly lowers to the ground, curiosity swirling in those whiskey eyes.
Good girl.
I pull my cock free from my briefs, using the precum to glide my fist from base to tip in a few quick pumps. A groan escapes me, my need pulsing in my hand.
I reach out and slide the precum across her lower lip with my thumb.
“Open.”
She blinks before swiveling her head and peering around the wooden beam at the party that still goes on. No one the wiser to deeds we are getting up to in the dark. When she looks back, her brows are pinched in a worried furrow.
“Someone might see.”
“Then let them.”
I give myself a lazy stroke, and she swallows, eyes following the motion.
Honestly, the odds of someone seeing us over here are fifty-fifty, but Blair’s position on the ground makes it a lot harder tospot her. The only kind of people who might come wandering over would be the kind looking to do the exact same thing. And who doesn’t love the thrill of potentially getting caught? Risk made the high all the more addictive.
“I’m not going to ask again, Blair. We had an agreement. Unless you’d like to use your safe word and end this game. Do you?” I raise my brow in challenge.
“No.”
“Good. Now open that pretty little mouth and suck until you’re choking on my cum.”
Desire swirls in her eyes at my depraved words, and she shuffles forward on her knees, delicate hand reaching out to wrap around my base. Her touch is soft and tentative as she guides the throbbing length to her tongue and licks just from the base of the head to the tip.
I let out a hiss.
She closes her lips around the head, and the wet heat of her swirling tongue has a groan building in the base of my throat. She bobs halfway down the shaft and then bounces back up, repeating the motion over and over.
“That’s it, baby. Keep going.”
I guess the encouragement melts away some of her self-consciousness because she suddenly starts going at it with a fuck-ton more enthusiasm. It catches me so off guard I have to remind myself to calm down so I don’t bust a nut before I’ve even had a chance to see just how deep she can go.
I reach down and wrap her hair around my fist, keeping it out of the way while still letting her set the pace…for now.
