Exhilaration resonated through me. She meant it. “Let’s go to bed,” I said thickly. “Right now.”
“I’m not going anywhere near your sex room. Not ever.”
“Yeah. Fine. Of course. We can use your room, if you want.” I thought she might prefer that over my wicked, wicked bed—which was precisely and perversely where I wanted her.
“No. Yours.”
Yes, please, I thought. What I said was, “Mine?”
She nodded.
“Fine. Mine. But… why would you prefer my room?” The way she had said it made me curious, like there was a punchline in there somewhere.
The steel rod in my pants was throbbing in time to the beat of her wiseass cracks.
“So I can leave when I’m done with you. That way you won’t get all clingy or try to sleep over. I’m not a cuddler, but I’m guessing you are.”
“Stop that,” I told her, feeling absurdly fond. “Stop being so adorable. I’m already hard. Now let’s go to bed.”
I stood. She didn’t. I raised a brow.
She shook her head. “Not right now. Tonight.”
I sat heavily and considered having an outright tantrum.
“That was cruel,” I told her solemnly. “You’re a terrible woman.”
She ignored me, focused on her computer like we hadn’t just had an earth-shaking conversation.
“At least let me see you naked,” I tried. “To tide me over.”
“Nope.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Liar,” she said softly and like she could see into my very soul. “You have so much fun with me.”
“Tease.”
“Horndog.”
“Ballbuster.”
“Wanton.”
“Can I just see a nipple?”
That got her eyes off the computer. “Just one?” she asked with heavy amusement.
“I’ll take anything.”
“Show me your dick.”
My brain stopped working for a bit there. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, cupcake. Take out your cock, and I’ll show you a nipple.”
“That wasn’t part of the plan. We were going to pretend my hard-on doesn’t exist while I get you off, remember?”
“Are you going to whip it out or not, Thorn?”
“Don’t call me that,” I said, but I was already moving to lock the door.
I went and stood by her shoulder where she sat at her desk.
She turned slightly, looking up at me. She appeared so unruffled in that moment that all I wanted to do, the purpose of my whole existence, was to ruffle her.
I cupped the back of her head. Her lips were inches and a few layers of fabric away… It was a heady experience.
“Hey, now, that wasn’t part of the deal,” said Ro.
I chuckled. “I wasn’t doing that. I was just…”
“What you weren’t doing was taking your dick out.”
“Is your sole purpose in life just to surprise me with the crazy shit that comes out of your mouth?” I asked her with concentrated, abject affection.
“You’re one to talk.”
“You really want this?”
“What was your first clue?” she asked wryly. “I’ve been so subtle.”
“Why?”
“Why have I been so subtle?”
“Why do you want me to take it out? Do you have any plans… after it’s out?”
“Nope. Not one. I’m just curious. Is that all right with you?”
“Anything you want is all right with me. If you asked me bury my face in your ass while you read my Wikipedia page out loud, I would do it.”
“Very specific. How about we stick to the basics?”
“I can do that. Do you want to take it out yourself, or should I do it?”
“You do it,” she said it like it was a dare.
I took her hair down.
“No one said my hair was on the table,” she told me.
I pulled my shirt off.
“No one told you to take off your shirt,” said Ro.
I grinned. She loved it. Her eyes were eating my abs in adoring little bites.
I didn’t draw it out for another second, pulling the loose waistband of my athletic shorts and boxer briefs out and down and showing her what she wanted.
She stared. It was gratifying when her breath started to pant in and out of her in short bursts.
My breath was just as unsteady.
She didn’t ask, but I stroked it for her.
“You’re big,” she said blankly.
“How do you know? How many dicks have you seen, virgin?”
“And so thick,” she added, ignoring my questions.
She leaned forward just a fraction and came around to answering, “And if ten inches isn’t big, we’re living in an alternate universe. That’s how I know. Math.”
“Nine and a half. And if you breathe on it, I’m going to come. This is fair warning. You have me so primed it won’t take much.”
She leaned forward just far enough and breathed.
I shut my eyes, fighting for control. “Okay, maybe it’s ten now. Just for you. You really do have a mean streak. You wicked, little harridan.”
“Come, then. I want to see it.”
“Where?” My voice was unsteady. “Where do you want me to come?”
“Where would you suggest?”
“I’m not picky. This is ladies’ choice right here. Tell me what would freak you out the least. I don’t want to scare you off.”
“I guess it will be a mess?”
“Yes,” I said succinctly. I was really feeling out of control, just beastly. “Where would you like the mess?”
“I don’t know,” she said like she’d honestly never considered it before. “I guess I just want you to look at me while you do it and come wherever you want to.”
“God, don’t say that. You’re not ready to say a thing like that to me.”
“What came to mind?” She licked her lips. “What did you think of just now, when you said that? I want to know. Where do you want to come the most?”
“You’re about to make me come just from talking. I’m not exaggerating here.”
“Do it, then.” The dare was back in her voice. “But first tell me where you want to come the most.”
Right as she said it she breathed on me again.
That was it. I cupped the back of her head, angled my tip and pressed it against her soft as flower petals lips. Miracle of miracles, they opened. I pushed in the barest amount, not wanting to overwhelm her on the first try, and her eyes widened as she stared up at me. I bit my lip, our eyes meeting.
“Lick it,” I told her thickly.
Her tongue caressed the underside of my head, and I came like it was my first fucking time letting a woman touch my dick.
I stroked her silky hair as she swallowed my cum. Our eyes were locked the whole time as she took it, got it all down in hard, struggling gulps.
It was glorious.
I didn’t linger at it long, a little ashamed I’d gotten off before she did. It wasn’t to my credit, that lack of control. I was better than that, but I’d clearly been at my limit.