Working Stiff(51)

Damn, he was good at that.

And she was not surprised at all.

He pressed his lips to her belly, laving his tongue over her navel, traveling downward.

She arched under him and grabbed his shoulders, trying to drag him up because she was desperate to kiss his mouth, to have him in her arms and inside her body, but he stretched downward and laid on the couch between her legs.

“Cash.” She tried to curl up to grab him.

He pushed her chest back with one hand and flipped her thighs over his shoulders.

She closed her eyes and reached for him, running her fingers through the silky strands of his hair. “You don’t have to—”

He opened his mouth on her thigh and ran his teeth over her skin. “I want to.”

“You don’t have to.”

“You’ve never been with a man who likes to watch you come, have you?” His deep voice vibrated, and his lips brushed her thigh as he spoke.

She opened her eyes. The ceiling above her was white and very far up there, and all she could feel was his arms locked around her thighs, holding her down. “I—I don’t know.”

He chuckled, his breath puffing against her skin between her legs. “If you don’t know, then you haven’t been.”

Shudders ran through Rox at the thought of him watching her.

He started with her folds, running his tongue over the outside of her, almost tickling with the delicacy of his caresses until she was whimpering again.

His tongue grazed her clit, already swollen, already lightning-sensitive, peeking out.

A bolt of pleasure shoved though her, and Rox arched under him.

He licked her deeper, stroking her center with his tongue, staying away from her oversensitive clit.

Her body was tightening, and her fingers curled into fists in his hair.

He opened his mouth, sucking at her and licking, like he was using his mouth and tongue to suck the meat off a ripe peach. He was eating her, deep and hard, and Rox arched under him, trembling, her whole body crackling with energy begging to be released.

One of his arms that was wrapped around her thigh withdrew, and his mouth moved up just enough, not all the way to that pinpoint of sensation that was throbbing, begging for release, but up, and he slipped a finger inside her, rubbing her inside, too.

Rox bucked her hips, trying to find her release, and he growled against her pussy while he ate her, and then he slipped another finger inside her, too, filling her and stroking her hard.

She thrashed on the sofa, but his other burly arm around her leg held her down.

Some other finger drew light circles over her asshole, not scary at all, but he was attacking every sensitive place on her. She curled up, panting, crying, so tightly wound that her body was going to break.

Cash glanced up at her, a wicked gleam breaking though the daze of lust in his green eyes, and he moved his mouth up just far enough to take her clit with his tongue, rubbing and sucking it while he fucked her hard with his fingers and rubbed her asshole.

It blasted through her, throwing Rox backward on the couch. Waves rocked her, driving thought from her mind and shattering her body.

For many, long minutes.

The pulses faded, and she was limp, gasping. Cash had gathered her into his arms, holding her against his shoulder, murmuring to her that she was beautiful, and damn, he loved seeing that.

Rox’s head cleared, and she pushed herself back.

Cash smoothed a hank of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. His mischievous smile was more like him. “You okay?”

“Oh, heck, yeah. You?”

He shrugged.

“Did you?” she asked.

One of his eyebrows rose as if she had said something pretty dumb. “No. I liked seeing you come, but no.”

Even though she was boneless and limp from the orgasm, she didn’t want this moment to end. She craved touching him, his mouth, his body.

Rox slid off the couch, between his legs, until she was kneeling on the deep carpeting. She unbuckled his belt.

“No,” he said, catching her elbow. “Don’t.”

“Quid pro quo.” The legal term meant something for something, a fair trade. She unzipped his fly and tugged at the denim and his underwear.

“You shouldn’t.” He wasn’t stopping her.

“I want to.” A happy trail of fine hair led from his belly button down to his pants. She brushed her hand down the soft hair and hard ridges of muscle underneath and pulled down his underwear.

His cock nudged out, a long, hard stalk and thick head.

Wow, the women at the office hadn’t been kidding. That thing was huge.

She licked up his shaft to the ridge.

“I can’t argue anymore,” he said.

“It’s not often you hear a lawyer say that.” She pressed her lips around the head of him, slowly parting her lips as if he was pushing into her.