But now it was her turn. I lifted her up and cupped her fine ass.
“Your mouth—” I traced her lips with my finger “—so righteous.” I kissed her, tasting me there. I reluctantly set her down just for a second to flip the sign and lock the door. Without a single hesitation, she’d given me head while anyone could’ve walked in, which was a turn-on all by itself, but for what came next, I wanted zero interruptions.
“I didn’t even think about the door.” She blushed that pretty pink I was beginning to expect. She did it a lot and I liked it.
“Oh, baby, I know. You only had room for my cock in this sweet head of yours.” I kissed her temple. “You have amazing oral talents.” Most women didn’t like the straight words, so I’d managed not to say she was the queen of blow jobs.
She licked her lips and traced the line of my jaw. “Can I tell you a secret?” Her voice had turned low and husky. “I love sucking cock, giving head, whatever you call it. It turns me on in ways I can’t explain.” She bit my lower lip before she sucked it into her mouth.
I hauled her up my body and she wrapped her legs around my middle with my hardening cock pressed into her jeans-clad crotch. I carried her to my tattoo table, also a massage table. The day Zayn and I both inked her at the same time, I’d imagined her here, naked and willing on my table.
I laid her back and unclasped her pants, she lifted her hips so I could skim them down her hips and off her. Her shoes dropped with her jeans and undies to the floor.
“A beautiful pussy.” I stroked the wet folds of her sex, and she arched into me. “A true redhead, babe. That’s sexy as fuck.”
She blushed but frowned, something she did almost every time I mentioned her hair. I laved the seam of her pussy and moved up her until I met her T-shirt. With a slowness I fought for, I lifted her shirt, nuzzling her stomach, biting her breast through her sexy black bra and up until our mouths found each other. Greedy, she ran hands over my hair as she let her tongue dance with mine.
I’d expected passion, but she soared past passionate to whatever came next. She moved her body, trying to connect our parts together. The clover scent of her arousal filled the air, she needed release, but I wanted her to climb higher. I moved down for my turn to eat her up.
I slipped my tongue through her seam and flicked her clit.
“More.” She groaned, lifting her hips to me.
I played with her, enjoying the way she gave in to me, letting me guide her. I kissed her outer lips and played with her clit, but I didn’t apply the pressure she needed to come. She flexed her hips, searching for what I withheld.
My god, she was beautiful, consumed with the need to come.
She opened her glazed eyes and met mine. I grinned down at her, needing her to understand how much I enjoyed her.
I lifted her calves and pulled her to the edge of the black leather table. I bent, placing her calves on my shoulders, and went to work. I held her on the edge, close enough to be overrun with pleasure, but not to the point where she’d explode. Any woman as giving as her needed more than a quick fuck. I planned to spend hours worshipping her body.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I wanted to ignore it, but I knew, just knew, this would be about Donnie. I’d told Jericho I’d be there, and that meant answering. I flipped open my phone and turned away from the woman on my table.
“What?”
“Be here at nine,” Jericho barked into the phone.
I checked my watch—thirty minutes. Not nearly enough time.
“Dare,” she moaned behind me.
“You best nut fast, brother,” Jericho said.
“I’ll be there.” I clicked off my phone and turned toward the woman I’d have to leave way too soon.
Hurt blazed on her features as she scrambled toward her clothes. I’d hurt her, broken the trust she’d so freely given. Motherfucker, I knew she was too good for me, but I wouldn’t be letting her go.
“Don’t move,” I commanded. “Not even close to done with you. But we’ll have to bring this session to an end.”
She froze and I caressed her cheek before I brought her lips to mine. She was stiff under me, our kiss one-sided, so I pressed harder—stroking her back with one hand while the other moved between her legs. I nibbled her lips, asking for entry. She opened her mouth on a sigh, still resistant, but when I pushed her magic button she gave in to me, allowing me to satisfy her.
Despite wanting to play, I no longer had the luxury. I moved my mouth to her pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue. Her hips thrust up. She spoke words but I couldn’t make out what she said. I needed her to let go and fly high, it was the least she deserved.