The crass phrase sounded almost charming in his muted accent. “How does a guy working in a bar in Middle America wind up with a British accent? Or do you use it to pick up girls?”
“I spent six years in Britain and Wales when I was in the Army. And yes, it definitely helps me pick up women.” He placed a light kiss on her lips. “Did it work on you?”
She nipped his full lower lip, feeling brave and playful. “Definitely not. It was your telling me to get out that really rang my bell.”
“That hurts worse than the case of blue balls I’m going to have tomorrow.”
An idea hit her all at once, making her feel nervous and excited as a schoolgirl. “Alex, could I—could you show me how to…?” She made a gesture at his groin.
His next kiss was deep and slow, his tongue sliding sexily into her mouth, rubbing against hers in a teasing rhythm that made her whimper. A warm, wet heat built in her core. The empty ache intensified until she wanted to beg him to put his cock inside her. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, desire and longing for something she couldn’t quite grasp.
“Emory, are you asking if you can give me a hand job?”
“I think so.”
He didn’t grab her hand and yank it to his crotch like she expected. Instead, he gently threaded his fingers through hers, bringing them to his lips. His whispered exhale across her knuckles sent another jolt of desire straight to her pussy. When he began leading her hand across the tightly muscled expanse of his torso toward his erection, she held her breath in suspense.
“Take my shaft in your hand. Don’t be afraid to hold on.” He showed her how to grip him in her palm. “Slide it up and down, like this.”
His skin was wonderfully resilient, warm, and satiny. Beneath the surface he was iron hard, his erection growing harder with each pump. “Oh! It’s wet.” The place where she rested against his torso went rigid as her thumb glided through the dampness streaming from the hole at the tip of his penis.
Precum. The word drifted through her consciousness. It was so warm and silky. Without thinking, she leaned down and brushed her lips over the fluid. It tasted clean and sweet, like Alex’s kisses.
“Fuck.” His breath was coming in gasps.
Feeling bolder, she experimented with her hand and her lips, pumping his shaft while she tickled the head of his thick cock with the tip of her tongue. She sped up the tempo, using his expressions as a gauge. Quick circles around the crown drove him wild. A little suction had him gasping for breath. Beneath her hand, the long vein on the underside of his penis grew taut, bulging outward.
“Alex?”
He jerked beneath her, his hand covering hers, bearing down. Fascinated, Emory watched the vein pulse. A stream of white fluid burst from the end to bathe the lower portion of his belly with semen.
Drawing in a ragged breath, Emory was surprised to realize her heart was hammering in her chest. Creamy juice seeped from her pussy, coating the insides of her thighs. A few more minutes and she’d be humping his leg like a dog. Was it normal to get this turned on when you gave someone a hand job?
His breathing had started to regulate, his chest rising and falling evenly. Wondering if he would think she was insane, Emory reached out and brushed her fingers through the white fluid on his belly. It was thick and silky to the touch.
“What are you doing?”
She was glad to see there was curiosity and not disgust on his face. “My body doesn’t come with any of this stuff. I just want to see what it feels like.”
His bark of laughter seemed to catch him by surprise. “You don’t think you have any of this ‘stuff’ huh?”
“Women don’t ejaculate.”
“Not true.”
A searing heat below her belly wiped all of the amusement from her mind. She didn’t know if it was pure fascination or arousal that made her pussy clench at the thought of female ejaculation. What might that be like? Did it make the climax more pleasurable?
His hand dipped low, sliding between her legs. Two of his fingers swept through her damp slit before he lifted them to his mouth. She froze, captivated by the sight of him licking her fluids from his fingers.
The smile that curved his lips made her squirm with need. “You taste like heaven.”
Life was never going to be the same again. Emory wanted to keep going. She wanted to do this over and over again. Except that she was supposed to be downstairs running the store.
Damn reality.
Alex seemed to read her mind, his gaze going to the bedside table where her clock ticked away the minutes. “I’m late for work.”
She searched for a sign of irritation on his face and saw none. “I’m sorry I kept you.”