Awk-Weird (Ice Knights, #2)(56)

She undid his belt and immediately went to work on his pants. “I’m not going anywhere tonight.” The second his button slipped free, she was lowering his zipper. “You wanna know what I want to do next?”

He let out a harsh hiss of breath. “Please tell me it involves my dick.”

“It does.” She slid down off the island and shoved his pants down over that high ass of his before wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. “And my mouth.”

He swallowed visibly and worked his jaw back and forth as if it was taking everything not to move but to let her lead. “Fuck me, Tess.”

“Yes,” she said, already lowering herself to her knees. “But not yet.”

Watching his face as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, licking up the salty evidence of his desire, she couldn’t help but wonder just how far she could push this. Cole wasn’t a man who let go of control easily; that’s where there was the routine, the schedule, the way things had always been. He’d been white-knuckling life for so long that he had no idea the absolute fucking joy of letting go every once in a while.

Taking him deep, she let him fill her mouth as he fisted his hands at his sides, obviously fighting the urge to take over. There was a happy middle ground between taking and giving; he needed to see that. She reached out and took his hands, putting them on either side of her head. He let out a groan of surrender, tightening his grip on her curls, rocking his hips, and joining in on the give-and-take with her, meeting her halfway as she sucked him, stroked him with her tongue, wrapped her hand around the base of him and moved in sync with her mouth. No one was passive—for tonight, they were in it together.

“Tess.” He held her head still, slowly withdrawing from her, and let her go. “This isn’t what I had planned for tonight.”

“You don’t like blow jobs?” Sure, there was probably someone out there who didn’t, but judging by his reaction, he wasn’t one of them.

“That’s definitely not it, but usually—”

“Cole,” she said, stroking his cock to distract him from his love of routines. “Sex doesn’t have to be P in the V. I can make you come with my mouth. I can jerk you off. You can jerk off. We could…well, we could do a million other things. There are so many ways to fucking come; are you really going to get caught up in the usual when you can let go and just let yourself enjoy the moment?”

He chuckled, the move making his abs tighten and showing off every definition line of his eight-pack. “Is this naked psychology?”

“Is it working?” She kissed the tip of his cock and then licked his pre-cum off her lips.

Letting out the groan of a man on the edge, he twisted one of her curls around his finger. “You might have convinced me.”

“I’m willing to try harder.” She had one hand wrapped around the base of his dick and raised the other to cradle his balls, tugging on them just hard enough to elicit a lusty moan from him. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a fuck yes.” He thrust his hips forward, the slick head of his cock brushing against her mouth.

She didn’t answer in words; instead she parted her lips and took him in until he hit the back of her throat. Moving forward and back, she kept pace with his hips as he fucked her mouth. God, having him like this, seeing him relinquish absolute control, was a kind of high in itself, like showing someone a sunrise for the first time or being there when an orchid bloomed. She couldn’t have him forever, but this memory, it was going to stay, and that would just have to be good enough.

“Tess.” Her name came out rough, pained. “I’m gonna come.”

She tightened her hand, sucked him deeper, lapped at the sensitive underside of his cock with her tongue until he came, his entire body going stiff. Swallowing, she watched him come back to himself in small increments, one breath and heartbeat at a time until he was helping her up into a standing position and wrapping his arms around her to bring her close.

“Tonight was so much better than what I’d planned,” he said, rubbing his palm in a circular motion on the small of her back.

“What exactly had you planned?”

“To say good night and then go hide in my room so I didn’t fuck you six ways to Sunday.”

She refused to look up at him, instead keeping her ear pressed to his chest as she tried to imagine a world in which they hadn’t just done what they’d done. Her mind went blank and she shivered. “That was a horrible plan.”

“Agreed.”

There was a riddle of a promise in that one word that she wanted to untangle and solve, but she didn’t trust herself for that. Things with Cole came too easy, too fast. The sixth sense of a kid who’d been shuffled from relative to relative should have been sounding in her ears. Instead, all she could hear was the steady, reassuring thump-thump of Cole’s heart. Best not get used to that—she wanted it too badly already. For all she teased him about going beyond his comfort zone, she was perfectly happy to stay in her own, where disappointment wasn’t a bug; it was a feature.

She took a step back, her hand automatically dropping to her belly as if to shield their baby from what she had to do. “I guess I’ll head to bed now.”

“As long as it’s mine.” He didn’t move, but there was more than a hint of a possessive growl in his tone.