His back snapped straight, though he didn’t lose his grip in her hair. “That’s a load of lies.”
But she didn’t respond. She did something far more wicked, and pleasurable, instead.
She opened her sweet mouth and wrapped her wet, velvety tongue around his cock. Lapped and swirled around his sensitive tip. Soft lips created a wet cocoon so heavenly—stifling his meandering thoughts. A low groan escaped him as his breaths charged. Slowly, her tongue stroked him and her mouth engulfed him, sliding further and further down his shaft. Taking him all in. Her lips spread wide around his girth. The sight of her pink lips wrapped around his shaft made his cock twitch with arousal.
This wouldn’t take long. Not that he was proud of that. He’d been going on nothing but his hand and blue balls for days, or rather, years, if you counted no sex. He needed this release.
When he praised her tongue skills, she moaned and cooed some more, vibrating his cock. Wicked. Delicious. His thighs tensed.
“Nice and slow,” he said, wishing it could last forever. Wet, suctioning heat sucking him up and down over and again, was almost too much.
Penelope moaned as he popped free from her mouth. She ran her hand up his wet shaft, pumping him while her tongue lapped at his spongy head.
“Suck me. Deep. Don’t stop,” he panted. Lord, he was going to come. Just a little more…and he’d explode. Hell, he’d make it up to her later if she but finished him now.
Her mouth swallowed him whole, tongue slick and stroking. A growl took him as his orgasm neared—hard and ready. He fell into the rhythm of erotic ecstasy; into age-old, primitive emotions. Using his grip in her hair and his hips, he began working his cock in and out of her mouth. He loved watching it disappear then reappear. She let him do it for only a moments before cutting him with her nails again. A warning.
“Hold on and let me see.” What was the sound?
Ice filled his veins.
Was that—did he just hear—people on the other side of the door? Cursing, he tried to remember if he’d thrown the lock or not.
“Someone’s here,” Penelope whispered. Fear turned her face pale as a sheet. “You didn’t lock the door at my dressing room!”
The door handle jiggled. Click. It wouldn’t turn. The man pounded his fist against the door. “Who’s in there? Whoever it is you’re not supposed to be in there. I’m getting a key straight away!”
Shit. Damn. Bloody murder. There weren’t enough curse words to cover how he felt about this interruption.
“God damnit.”
When she sucked him down the back of her throat, his vision wavered. She started bobbing up and down, her mouth a hot, tight vice of suction that was leading him into dangerous territory.
Voice hoarse, he gritted out, “You have to stop before this becomes a mess for us all. Pen!” He tugged on her hair to send her a message to pull away, but she only brought her hand into the mix, stroking his cock in tandem with her mouth sucking on his tip.
His balls tightened into heavy, full sacks. His manhood pulsed in her mouth. There was stomping out in the hallway and loud, raised voices. They were coming in here and nothing he could do would stop that now. Whoever was there was causing quite a raucous over this.
“Pen, they’re coming back,” he warned her. She did a twirling dance with her tongue and he bit his lip to keep from groaning aloud. It split and bled at the pressure.
Damnit, no matter how much he hated it—he had to end this. He jerked her away by the hair. If she didn’t stop, he really would come. And this was not the right time. “This has to stop now, Pen,” he panted. Hell, were his thighs twitching?
She looked up at him with round, innocent eyes, his swollen cock in her small hand, her lips wet and puffy from sucking him, and her breasts heaving inside her tight dress—it was too much. He’d wanted her for too long.
The door handle rattled. “We’ve got the key now and we’re coming inside! If you have any weapons lay them down now and you might not be harmed by the king’s guard!”
“Oh, Ryon,” Penelope said, and then she pumped his cock in quick, hard motions.
His breath caught. Oh no. It was here. It was coming. He was coming.
“Pen,” he managed to choke, his grip bruising soft strands of her hair.
He came suddenly in shotgun blasts. He gasped through the erotic pulses as his vision blackened and all he could feel was the hard orgasm pumping and pumping. Shooting from his cock in bursts of white. She made a delighted sound as he erupted in hard streams, squirting her with hot, white ropes across her neck and the tops of her breasts. She continued to gently pump his shaft, prolonging the ecstasy.