Oh, fuck, she’s using her teeth and my body is shaking in a way that I can’t stop.
Soon her hands are moving up and down, up and down, and then a little higher to graze my cock head—that’s when I pump my hips, needing to be in her mouth, needing to fuck her mouth.
I open my eyes and look down.
Her body has gone still.
And then, with small, quick flicks of her tongue, she slides it up my cock from my base to just below my head. Up a little higher to let the wet, hot abyss of her mouth hover over my tip.
I look down another time.
Again she has gone still.
I lick my lips.
Blink.
Wait.
Wait some more.
Still, she does nothing.
I can’t take it.
And then I beg. “Please, Maggie, please.”
At last she engulfs me, takes me down the back of her throat. Tastes me. Sucks me. Devours me.
That’s it.
Oh, fuck.
That’s it.
Greedy, she sucks me hard, concentrating on my head, while her hand, slick with her saliva, strokes up my shaft.
Shards of pleasure spike in my every nerve.
Unable to control myself, I slide my fingers into the back of her hair and anchor her there.
When I give a little tug, she gasps.
This makes her fuck me with her mouth faster, harder. She’s all mouth and teeth and tongue.
Pleasure coils tight and hard, low in my belly and balls. I fuck her mouth harder, faster, and I groan, or maybe roar it’s so loud.
That’s when she lets her jaw go slack to take me deeper. And I fuck her mouth with an urgency I’ve never felt before.
“Maggie,” I groan.
My fingers twist and tangle in her hair.
“Shit,” I say, “oh, shit, this feels so good . . . I’m going to come, Maggie, I’m going to come.”
I prepare myself to pull out of the blissful cavern that is her mouth, but she doesn’t let me.
“Fuck. Yes.”
My thighs shake as my body starts to surge toward an explosion. Muscles tensing and nerves rapid-fire releasing, getting ready to come.
And then it happens.
I groan.
Wordless.
Desperate.
And I’m coming. Coming. Coming so hard.
Maggie takes everything I give her, sucking hard until I’m spent and softening in her mouth. Even then she’s not done. She places small, tender kisses in the most sensitive places. And her mouth is on my balls, licking, touching, driving me crazy and sending bolts of energy racing through me.
Never wanting this feeling to end, I watch her take everything I have, and I know I have never felt like this with any woman. Ever.
Moved in a way so unlike me, I tug her to her feet so I can tell her what doesn’t make too much sense. Shit, I’m not even sure it’s something a guy should say to a girl, but I do it anyway. “Fuck, Maggie,” I mutter, “I think I’m in lust with you.”
She laughs, but only softly, as if just enough to gauge my sincerity. I get it. It’s the barrier that doesn’t want to come down.
I slump back against the wall and look at her. My hair is damp with sweat, my body ablaze like it never has been before, and the fire in my eyes is the only way to prove my sincerity. “I mean it, Maggie.”
She leans closer. “I think I’m in lust with you too, Keen Masters.”
That’s when I swoop her into my arms. Actions are so much better than words. My hands feel her. My mouth finds hers. My tongue probes hers.
Then I taste myself on her lips, and smile. “Just so we’re clear,” I start, “that is the one and only time I will ever beg.”
Eyes half-lidded and super sexy, she looks at me. “Don’t count on it.”
And fuck, she’s probably right.
If she keeps looking at me like she is right now, I might be begging . . . a lot.
Maggie
It goes one of two ways—always.
Your hotel bed is either made of feathers and so comfortable you never want to get out of it, or it’s made of bricks and so lumpy you can’t wait for morning to just give you a reason to have to get up.
I honestly can’t tell you a freaking thing about the mattress right now. All I know is that sleeping with Keen Masters has to be the most comfortable way to spend the night.
So when the light streams through the curtains that must not have been closed all the way and my eyes pop open, my only worry is that I have overslept, and so has he.
Crap!
We can’t both be late for work.
A familiar, sexy voice breaks through my thoughts. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Blinking a few times, my eyes come into focus and land right on Keen in all his beautiful glory. God, I don’t believe in love, but I swear if I did, I might just think I am in love with him. Not just lust, but love.
And how insane is that?
It’s just . . . he’s so damn sexy. Everything about him. The way he talks, the way he walks, the way he fucks. Even the way he’s lying at the foot of the bed right now with his head resting on his hand and his eyes blazing with desire meant for me.