Nights With Him(51)

A tremor rolled down his spine, and he speared his hands through her hair that was still up in some kind of twist on her head. “Fuck, Michelle. Your lips are fucking perfect on me,” he said, moving her up and down as he watched.

She glanced up at him, flashing him some kind of knowing look with those brown eyes.

“Look at you. Look at how good you look with my dick in your mouth,” he said, and relished the way her lips curved up while she sucked up and down. His fingers dug deeper into her hair. “I’m messing up your hair, but I don’t think you’ll be bothered.”

She shook her head, then his balls drew up as her lips tightened around him. More friction, more suction, and he closed his eyes briefly, relaxing into the pleasure bursting through him with every stroke of her tongue, every suck of her lips. She tugged on his balls, rolling them between her fingers as she worked him over with her lips. All his frustration from the afternoon, all the tension from his session, it all melted away with the glide of her lips and the pressure of her hands.

He groaned loudly as she dropped him from her lips, only to take his balls into her mouth and suck. He opened his eyes, not wanting to miss the sight.

“You look so hot and dirty,” he told her.

She let him fall momentarily from her lips. “Just you wait, Jack,” she said, then licked him back into her mouth, and he felt her throat relaxing as he rocked into her. He began moving his hips in synch with her, setting up a perfect rhythm.

Then he heard a faint buzzing, just enough for him to open his eyes. He drew a deep, sharp breath as he felt a hum against the base of his cock. A hum he’d recognize nearly anywhere. Then a vibration sent waves of pleasure through him.

“You are a naughty girl,” he gritted out as his blood pulsed. He gripped her head tighter, staring down to see what he suspected. Her lipstick was a vibrator, and she was rubbing it against his shaft. The twin sensations—her lips and the vibrations in his body—sent him closer to the brink.

“I want to fuck your mouth so badly right now,” he bit out.

She let go of him momentarily to whisper hotly. “Do it.”

She turned up the toy, sending waves of pleasure through him, like an annihilation of the senses, and there was nothing else in existence but the sinful press of her mouth. His lungs tightened. His vision turned blurry. The rattle and hum of the lipstick sent mini tremors through his bones. Release was in sight, so close, and he curled his hands around her skull and pumped into her mouth, watching her as she took his cock all the way in. Her mouth was like a miracle, her body was divine, and she was built for the most sinful kind of sex he wanted to have.

Hot, rough, adventurous.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been privy to her talented mouth sucking him, but there was something about this moment that sent a molten thrill through him. It was the way this blowjob was a fait accompli. She’d strutted into his office with one thing in mind. Being his fantasy.

“I’m going to come so hard and I want you to take it all,” he said. “I need to fuck your mouth hard.”

She squeezed his cock in her hand as an answer and drew the orgasm out of him in one long deep powerful suck.

“Fuck,” he cried out, his hands wrapped around her head, her hair spilling all over his fingers as he gave her everything inside of him and she took it. She took every last drop as she slowed her pace, and he moved with her until finally, he let go of his hold on her, his dick dropping from her mouth.

He exhaled deeply. A satisfied sound. She wiped her hand across her lips, her eyes lit up and her smile devilish.

“Come here,” he whispered, and pulled her up in his lap. “You’re so beautiful when you do that to me.”

“You like the way I look with you in my mouth?”

“I love all the different looks you have. I love the way you look naked. I love the way you look with your legs spread. I love how you look in this seductive outfit. I love how you look when you come,” he said, lowering his voice as he traced her lips with his fingertip.

“Were you surprised to see me?”

He nodded. “Surprised and happy,” he said, edging her cheek with soft kisses that made her tremble against him and sigh sexily. Soon, soon he’d take his turn with her.

He smoothed away her hair that had fallen in a wild tumble around her face. Some strands were still in the clip, but the rest had fallen free. Reaching up to the back of her head, he opened the clip and let the rest fall out.

“Nice glasses, by the way. Do they help you see better?” he teased.

“They make large objects appear even larger,” she said with a naughty grin. He laughed deeply, looping one arm around her shoulders, the other around her waist, and holding her close.