He couldn’t believe he got to live his fantasy. That she wanted him to do this for her.
All the things he’d imagined doing to her—with her—he didn’t even know where to start. He wanted all of it. Now.
And he’d nearly walked away.
He pulled down the waistband of her leggings, slowly peeling them off to reveal the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs. She hiked up, and he yanked them off, dropping them onto the floor. With his hands on her knees, he opened her, watching her expression as he ran his tongue up one thigh and down the other.
“Oh.” Arching her back, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting her gorgeous breasts fall free.
“Jesus, Phinny. Look at you.” He cupped them, pushing them together and kissing each nipple. He wanted to swallow her gasps, capture them, so he’d feel the elation of making her this happy for the rest of his life.
Her hips twisted, her hands rounding the back of his head to pull him closer. She’s so fucking responsive. He closed his lips around her, letting his tongue swirl and suck, just to get those hands fisting in his hair again.
She made a sound of frustration, like it wasn’t enough, and his fingers trailed down her belly, dipped between her legs, and slid into her hot, slick core. “Declan.”
Pressing kisses along the same path his hand had taken, his pulse spiked when he saw her pretty pink core, all wet and glistening for him.
Just as he leaned in for a taste, she stiffened and pushed him back. “Don’t be mad if I don’t come right away, okay? Sometimes it takes me a while.”
He gathered her hands and kissed each palm. “Phinny?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded.
“Cameron’s an asshole. I’m probably an asshole, too, but not when it comes to wanting you to be happy. Now, can I kiss your pussy or would you rather we do something else?”
She slammed back against the couch, rolling her eyes. “Fine. Go on and give it a shot.”
He laughed, and just seeing her smile like that, all the tension and worry gone, undid him. “You just lay there and think about England.”
Her body shook with laughter, but she held his gaze as he slowly licked her from one juicy end to the other, ending with a slow circle around her clit.
Her back arched, thrusting her tits out. “Oh, God.”
Yeah. He gave her open-mouthed, licking kisses that had her writhing and her legs falling open. When her hips started pumping, he focused on her sensitive little nub and licked her into a frenzy.
She gripped the back of his head, as if he might get bored and leave. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. Not until you come so hard you scream. Reaching for her breasts, he plucked at her nipples.
“I’m…oh, God.” And then she shouted, “What is happening to me? I can’t….” Her hips punched, twisted, and her hands pulled his hair, as she released a long, keening cry. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.” With one last jerk of her hips, she issued a breathy, lust-saturated, “Declan.” And then her ass landed back on the cushion, her fingers relaxed, and she gave him a deeply satisfied smile.
He pulled away, watching her eyelids flutter closed. He got up and sat beside her.
Like a kitten, she curled into him, drawing up her knees, and wrapping an arm across his chest. “That was amazing.” She reached under his shirt and idly stroked his chest, completely oblivious to his painful hard-on.
But that was okay because this was about her. He’d take care of himself in a few minutes, after she went to bed.
Her hand caressed in slow circles, gradually making its way down to his navel. “Would you take your shirt off for me?”
I’d do anything for you. But he didn’t know how much more he could take. Sitting forward, he grabbed the material at the back of his neck and yanked it off.
“Mm.” Her palm stroked in broad circles. “I’ve never touched a man built like you.” She glanced up at him. “Can I…touch you?”
This night’s about her. This night’s about her. “Sure.” His voice sounded gravelly, and it took all his self-restraint to just stay put and let her take control.
She gripped him through his jeans. “It’s so big.”
He chuckled through the pain. Jesus, take the wheel. That feminine hand stroked him cautiously.
But then, she tightened her grip, peering up at him. “Is this okay?” When she saw his discomfort, she sat up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I’m such an idiot.”
He grabbed her hand and put it back on his cock. “Tonight’s about you, remember? I’m not sixteen.”
“Yeah, but you’re obviously in pain.”
“The prettiest girl in the world is sitting on my lap naked, touching my dick…I’d say I’m a lucky son of a bitch.”
She grinned. “If I promise to make it all better, can I pull it out?”
He laughed. “Yeah, Phinny. You can do whatever you want.” As she started to unbutton his jeans, he clamped his hand over hers. “But you have to call it what it is.”
“A penis?”
He shook his head.
“A wiener?”
He barked out a laugh. “No. There’s only one word I want coming out of that pretty mouth, and you know exactly what it is.”
“Okay, hockey boy.” She got up on her knees, her breasts bouncing, and scraped her fingers through his hair. “Can I suck your cock?”
Lust roared through him, and he could only answer by yanking down his jeans and kicking them off.
“Oh. Wow.” She gripped him at the base. “I thought they all looked the same.”
“How many cocks have you seen?”
“Really only Cameron’s. I had sex before him, but I never really saw the guys naked like this.” She pumped him a few times. “Yours is making me feel things.”
The base of his spine tingled, and desire grew frantic at the edges. He needed to come so badly, the pressure was killing him.
And then she leaned forward, her hair brushing his thighs, her scent wafting up and filling his senses. “Can I taste you?” He grew impossibly harder. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She licked the tip, a luscious, wet swirl around the head, before taking him slowly into her mouth. Her tongue flicked, and electricity lit up every cell in his body. Her sexy little moan had his hands curling into fists. And then she pulled him out of her mouth. “Hang on. This is an awkward position.” She got on her knees, gripped him, and took him even deeper than before. One hand pumped in rhythm with her mouth, while the other caressed his chest.
He held back as long as he could, but he was a man, and it was Phinny sucking his cock like she couldn’t get enough of it. Of him. He caught a glimpse of her tits bouncing, and it was so fucking hot that his hips punched. “Sorry. Shit.” He worried she’d freak out, but instead she worked him harder, faster, her eyes burning with lust. His balls tightened, all the churning tension focused, coalesced, and his orgasm came barreling through him. He pushed on her shoulder, a warning. But she shook her head.
She wanted him to come in her mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ. He couldn’t hold back another second. Belting out a harsh cry, his hips jerked, as he came in a scalding, euphoric rush. Burst after burst, the climax didn’t end. He rode the waves, one after another, until the tremors subsided. And then, he exhaled with a huff, and she let go. With a satisfied grin, she sat back on her heels.