The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(54)

“Relax, baby. We’re just playing around,” he murmurs against my lips. He continues to slide my boxers down and takes them off.

Okay . . . what the hell?

We’re both naked. This is a dangerous kind of playing around.

Don’t go there.

We kiss, and he rubs his fingertips through my pubic hair. “Hmm.” He whispers softly, “You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you like this.” As we kiss, he circles his fingers over my clitoris in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

Oh no.

“Making you come is all I’ve thought about for months,” he whispers. “You have no idea how much your body turns me on.”

Arousal instantly builds deep inside me.

His fingers are just the right pressure, and my mouth falls open.

Oh . . . oh . . . how does he know the exact spot? It’s like he has a map. My head plunges back. He does that too well.

Damn him and all his womanizing experience. I don’t stand a chance to play it cool.

His breath on my neck, his fingertips gently circling, his erection up against me.

Keeping my legs closed is a near-impossible task.

I shudder, and he chuckles against my neck, knowing full well that he’s hardly even touched me and I’m about to blow.

No.

I’m so embarrassing.

I need to deflect. I go to pull out of his grip, and he pushes me back down. “Don’t move,” he demands as he holds me still.

The dominance of him is next level, and my arousal hits fever pitch.

I’m coming tonight . . . whether I like it or not.

I reach down and take his hard length in my hand, and what the hell?

Big.

I can hardly get my hand around him. I swallow the nervous lump in my throat.

He pushes my legs back, my thighs up against my chest, and rolls over onto me.

“Christopher,” I warn.

“Playing,” he snaps.

This doesn’t feel like playing. This feels like he’s about to nail me to the bed. “But . . .”

“Shut up, Grumps,” he whispers.

I giggle. That’s not something I ever expected to hear in the heat of the moment.

He adjusts his dick so that without being inside of me, he rubs himself through the lips of my sex. He slowly drives forward and right over my clitoris.

That feels . . . good.

Oh fuck . . .

His dark eyes hold mine, and he turns his head and licks up my calf muscle. His tongue is thick and strong. I see stars, and I shudder hard, unable to hold it.

Oh, the horror.

I’m a two-pump chump.

“You’re going to be so much fun to break in, Grumps,” he murmurs. He takes my face in his two hands and kisses me deeply. “Suck. My. Cock.”

My eyes widen . . . jeez.

He talks dirty.

I’m suddenly unsure of myself. I feel like a little girl, inexperienced and immature.

Way too come-y.

He kisses me deeply and grabs a handful of my hair and guides me down his body.

Well . . . here I go. I’ve given head before, but never to a master.

I lick his tip, fluttering my tongue over his end. He lies back, and with his eyes locked on mine, he inhales deeply.

He likes that.

His reaction spurs me on, and I slowly take him into my mouth. His breath quivers, and I know he’s close too. I take him in my hand and stroke while I suck. Our eyes are locked, and he spreads his legs wider.

Inviting me in.

I take him rougher and suck harder, and his eyes flutter as he moans. “That’s it.”

I want to be more for him. I want to say something unexpected . . . dirty.

“Fuck my mouth,” I whisper around him.

His eyes darken, and he grabs two handfuls of my hair and slides deep down my throat.

Oh no . . . too far.

I gag at his size, and he pushes the hair back from my face and smiles down at me. “You probably shouldn’t tell me to do that, Grumps.”

Bastard.

Determined to do it better, I take him in my mouth again. I get into a rhythm, and he moans and tips his head back, and damn it, I wish I was riding him home.

Tonight, I’d be the jockey of all jockeys.

His grip on my hair tightens, and he shudders, and I brace myself.

“I’m going to come.” He moans, “Grumps.” He’s giving me an out if I don’t want to swallow.

To hell with the rules. I’m in bed with a sex god. Where the rules are, there are no rules.

“Do it,” I dare him.

Fire flares in his eyes, and he spreads his legs wider and holds himself deep. He comes in a rush down my throat.

Oh . . . god . . . I forgot this part . . . aah.

Ugh . . .

Stop it.

I let myself go and drink him down, taking my time. I lick him up. With my eyes locked on his, I lick my own fingers that still have him on them.

He stares at me. His brow is creased, and as his chest rises and falls as he struggles for air, I’m not sure if he’s impressed or horrified.

Maybe a little of both.

I kiss his dick and crawl up his body and snuggle up into his chest.

He lies still, so still that I look up at him. “What?”

He puffs air into his cheeks as if surprised. “That was . . . fucking good.”