Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)(27)
I do look at her, and while I like what I see, I know it’s not the true woman I love. Leaning over, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “While you are gorgeous with this suck-my-dick red lipstick, you’re right. This isn’t the everyday you, but this you is one I can definitely appreciate.”
Her pulse is visible at her throat, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of her breathing. “You can?” she takes a drink of her wine, a smirk on her face.
“Who wouldn’t appreciate the tightness of that dress? Get the fuck outta here, you know you’re hot as hell.”
A blush covers her cheeks, making them a pretty pink. “C’mon babe, you’ve never been shy before.”
It’s as if I’ve thrown down a challenge. I see her shoulders square, and she sets down the glass of wine she’s been drinking. Her eyes cut over to the raised partition separating us from the driver.
“What are you thinking?”
The smile she gives me is one hundred percent sin. It’s the type of smile women have used since the beginning of time to tempt a man – and fuck if I’m not tempted. I’ve had a semi since I saw the fuck-me heels. I’ve been a good guy while I’ve been recovering. I haven’t pressed either of us to get physical, because I wasn’t sure how much my body could take. Now that the cast is off and I feel ninety-five percent like my old self, I’m ready to shed this celibate skin I’ve been living. I miss Blaze and the hot sex we had. I’m ready to reclaim that part of our relationship.
“Why don’t you use those Lolita-red lips to suck my cock? Give me a real-life demo on how it’s smudge resistant.”
She makes a noise deep in her throat. Behind the zipper of my tux pants, my cock jumps from its neglected state. The skin covering the hardness is tight and more than anything, I want to feel the heat of her mouth wrap around the length.
“For tonight, your wish is my command,” her voice is soft in the quietness of the limo.
Quicker than I imagined, she’s sliding out of the seat, onto the carpeted floor. As she gets situated, I help her out by unbuttoning, unzipping, and slipping my pants and boxers down far enough to pull my cock out.
“Are you sure?” she quirks a brow at me. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
That sound deep in my throat is back. “The only way you’re gonna hurt me is by not taking my cock all the way down your throat. If it’s possible for someone to die from a case of blue balls, that’ll be me. Being around you, living with you but not touching you for the past few weeks has been torture. Do you know how many times I wanted to throw my crutches to the side and just fuck you?” I stop, cupping her cheek in the palm of my hand, biting my bottom lip, because I can’t fucking wait for her lips to wrap around me. “A million. Unless you want me to meet your parents with your mouth wrapped around me, taking it down the throat, you better get to sucking, babe.”
She breathes heavily through her nose before she leans forward, wrapping her hand around my length.
“No,” I grab her hand in mine, setting both of them on my thigh, fingers entwined. “Just use this gorgeous mouth of yours to get me off.”
Her eyes meet mine and the heat there is enough to make me spontaneously combust or come. Right now I’m not sure which I’m closer to. “I’m waiting, Blaze.”
The minx winks at me before opening that mouth and taking me deep in one smooth glide.
“Son of a bitch,” I grit out between clenched teeth. My fingers ache to thrust into her hair and direct her on which way I want her to go, allow how shallow and how deep she takes me. I stop myself, because I know it took her a long time to fix her hair, and if she walks in looking like she’s just been fucked, everyone will know what we’ve done. Instead, I save my thrusting for my hips, pushing my hard dick as deep as she’ll take it. “That’s it,” I encourage her, letting my head fall back against the leather of the seat. Normally I’m the type of man who enjoys the show, loves to participate, and loves directing her when she’s sucking me down. Tonight, I’m enjoying the hot warmth of her mouth too much.
My hand lets go of hers, and I growl deep, feeling it in my chest, as she digs her fingernails into my thighs. Through the material of my tux pants, I can feel the bite of her nails, the desperation with which she’s clinging to me. The tight heat of her mouth is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt, especially when she comes up higher on her knees, so she leans over and takes me directly down her throat. I feel her gag reflex, and then she swallows roughly, using her tongue to lick against the underside of my length. “God, Blaze, that feels fucking amazing.”
She hums as she lets up before moving down again. My fingers curl against the seat until they ache. I flex them, testing the skin I feel tightening all over my body. Pulling my head from where it’s resting, I look down at her, our eyes meeting. She’s got tears at the corners. I reach down, cupping her cheeks as she hollows them out, sucking me deeper. The pads of my thumbs brush those tears away. I’m breathing harshly through my mouth, thrusting against her tongue, when I feel her hand reach down to cup my balls. Her gaze becomes more intense as we look at one another, and I can see her desire, can feel how much she wants me. If she were calling the shots right now, she’d pry her mouth off my cock, straddle me, and shove me home. It would only take that one stroke and I’d be letting loose deep inside her body. I know that for a fact.