Less than a dozen…
There was saliva all over her chin and cheeks, tears mingling with it.She wasn’t exactly breathing, but wasn’t precisely holding her breath.On the eleventh stroke, his erection gave a thick, swollen throb, and hot come spurted down her throat.It filled her mouth, escaped around him, and mixed with the other fluids already on her chin.Pulse after pulse of it.Spook grunted, revelling in the sheer fucking bliss of it.The relief.The ecstasy.The goddamned incredible rush.
He pulled back, giving her time to swallow, but not yet drawing free of her mouth.Not until he’d ridden the last few squeezes.
Only then were his arms around her, drawing her up into a tight embrace, and a kiss, just as airless and graceless as his climax.
He cleaned her face, with the swipe of his thumbs, and with his lips, without a care for whether he was tasting his come or her tears, or an intermingled combination of the two.If a friend had described such a thing to her, she’d have made faces and a revolted noise, but the reality was astonishingly intimate.
“That was pretty epic, Ms Hutton.”
She coughed, and he held her close, patting and rubbing her back.
“I haven’t hurt you, have I?”
“No.”She turned her head and kissed his neck.“I’m okay.Just crazy horny.”
“Then we’d better do something about that.”
She liked that idea.It sounded very promising.
“How could I possibly reward you?”
Alle smiled sweetly.“I can’t possibly imagine.”
“Then I’ll have to be in charge of the imagining.”
Damn.Her teeth dug into her lower lip.There was an exciting, somewhat daunting prospect.Where would he let his imagination take them?Too often he seemed more determined to censor himself.
“Lie back on the floor.”
“Why?”She didn’t like not knowing things, not being privy to facts and figures.
“If you’re going to question every action, then I might have to shelve your reward.How about we agree I’m in charge?We’re not going to have a discussion, and if I say something, you’re gonna go ahead and do it.”
“You could say anything.”
“That’s where trust comes in.Either you do or you don’t trust me.”
“Do you trust yourself?”
He hedged his bets, tilting his head over to one broad shoulder and then the other.“Some of the time.Over this, and your enjoyment of it.Absolutely.”He pursed his lips, but then he was all grin, like he had some grand entertainment planned and was fighting not to squeal over the brilliance of it.“If I said I was going to spank you, you’d obey.I’m not, incidentally, but you will like it.”
He had a point.She was only resisting because… Actually, she didn’t know why she was resisting.Out of some perverse desire to always know what was going on?And that stemmed back to having four brothers and being odd one out.
She lay back on the floor.
Spook gave her a condescending clap, which almost prompted her up onto her elbows again, except he started giving out further instructions.“Knees up.Feet flat.Now legs open wide.”
“Spook?”It was an ungainly position, a bit clinical, and it was going to display everything.How wet she was.How red and puffy she was.Also, she’d noticed his phone propped against the arm of the sofa.He’d been filming them this whole time.
“I don’t think you want a treat.”
“I do.”She adopted the prescribed position, hoping it was the prelude to him going down on her.There were things he could do with his tongue she hadn’t imagined possible before experiencing them.
“Good girl.Now stay right there.”
He rocketed off the sofa and dashed in the direction of the bedroom, returning a moment later with something hidden in his hand.
