Girl Gone Viral (Modern Love #2)(81)

He nodded again, helpless.

“And what would you want me to do to you?”

His gaze dropped to her lips. “I’d want the same.”

“Say it. Tell me what you need.”

“I want you to . . . suck me.”

“Suck you where?”

He slid his hand down his belly, under the elastic waistband of his joggers. He fisted his cock. “Right here.”

A secret smile played over her lips, and she inched the waistband down, until she had freed him. It had been too dark to see in detail last night, but the sight of her small hand around his erection was almost more than he could bear.

But wait, there was more.

She moved down his body, her ass high in the air. He gathered up handfuls of the sheets.

A dimple popped into her cheek. “Tell me if this is wrong. I’ve never really done it before.”

“I’ve never really had it done to me,” he confessed. It had always felt far too selfish and uncomfortable and awkward.

He felt none of those things right now.

She paused. “Really really?”

“Really really.”

“Okay, then. That takes some of the pressure off.”

He tipped his head back when her breath melted over the tip of his erection, but he didn’t close his eyes. When her hand pulled a little too roughly at the head, he hissed, and she gentled immediately.

His gaze slit in pure pleasure when her lips fit over his penis. She was clumsy and a couple of times she tugged at his foreskin a little too hard, but none of that was important.

This was beyond anything he could have fantasized. She was hot and wet and perfect, and the fact she desired him enough to pleasure him like this . . . well, that was aphrodisiac enough, even without the visual of her lips wrapped tightly around his erection, her cheeks hollowing every time she sucked. Though that was nice too.

“Touch my hair,” she murmured against the tip of his cock, repeating the words he’d said to her last night. “Show me what you like.”

His chest rose and fell and he tentatively let his fingers tangle up in her silky hair. He guided her gently, unsure of what would be too crass or forceful, but when she murmured in pleasure, he grew more confident. Her strokes sped up and the knot at the base of his spine drew tight. He tugged at her hair. “I’m . . . close.”

Her fist slid up and down his shaft, spreading the wetness. “So come, then.”

His thighs tensed and his breath came faster as she went back to torturing him. It was all too much, the feel of her mouth and hands and the sight of her. He grasped her shoulder and squeezed as his body clenched tight, the pleasure radiating up from the soles of his feet.

When the aftershocks of pleasure had faded, he stroked her hair, then urged her up. She gave him a startled look when he swiftly turned them so she was under him. “Wha—”

“My turn,” he said. Or maybe he growled it. He wasn’t sure.

“We did this yesterday, though.”

“It’s not a quota system, Katrina.”

She gasped when he moved down her body, and moaned when he stripped her pants off in one smooth motion and pressed his lips to her pussy. He made a vee with his fingers to open her up, and feasted, the taste of her going straight to his head. This was Katrina he was tasting. He’d remember this for as long as he lived, even if this ended.

Don’t think of the end right now.

He shook his head to dislodge the thought, and she whimpered, so he did it on purpose, moving his face, trying different positions, keeping up firm, slow strokes to her little clit. She wasn’t shy now about grasping his hair, and he made a mental note every time she showed him what she loved.

She tasted like . . . he knew he was supposed to say sunshine and flowers, but that wasn’t true, and frankly he’d be a little concerned if she did smell like roses down here. She tasted good, an indescribable flavor he doubted anybody could ever replicate.

He loved it. He loved her.

He wanted to tell her, but there had been far too many revelations tonight. No need to add another emotionally charged one to her basket.

Her muscles clenched up, and he gentled his touch. He didn’t go far. He stayed there, resting against her thigh, giving her tiny, gentle licks, until she shifted beneath him. He wasn’t ready to leave her yet, but he reluctantly gave her one last kiss before coming to his knees. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and looked down at her splayed, delicious body.

He met her brown eyes, and that vague sense of melancholy he always experienced after a particularly bad dream moved through him.

What if this ends when we get back to the real world? Cinderella at midnight, left with a pumpkin carriage.

“We never got our shower.”

He blinked at the seeming non sequiter. “What?”

“Earlier, when your mom interrupted us. We were going to shower and didn’t.” She sat up and coasted her hand up his arm, then kissed his nipple. “I’m all sweaty now.”

He looked down at her body, his mood lifting. He was willing to be charmed into forgetting all of the dark stuff for a night and let hope spark inside him. Hope that this was exactly and entirely where he belonged. “As am I.”

“Shall we?”

“Absolutely. Can’t wait to see what you want to try next.”

Her laugh was low and throaty. This seductive, earthy side of Katrina was so new and exciting. All he wanted to do was wallow in that laugh and her touch.