The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(41)

A hint of softness when he was coaching me through finding the loophole, the relief on his face when he found out it was Oaklyn I’d been speaking to on the phone.

His expression had changed again.

It was untamed, his stare dripping with lust.

My hand dropped down my breasts to the bareness of my navel before I stopped at the top of my pussy. I sucked in a mouthful of air as the pads of my fingers gently touched the spot he had just licked.

And sucked.

“Ahhh,” I gasped, surprised by how good it felt even though it was a touch I had been expecting and even though it was a touch I was extremely familiar with.

What made a difference was Declan.

“I want you to finger yourself while you’re rubbing your clit.” His eyes bored through me. “I want your wetness coating your fingers.” He gradually glanced down to my breasts, hips, calves, even my toes. “And then I want you to feed those fingers to me.”

Dirty.

Delicious.

And—at this moment—all mine.

Redness swept over my cheeks as I teased the area he wanted me to enter. I circled a few times, my hips sliding forward to meet the peak of my finger, to push myself in.

But I didn’t.

I stopped.

I let the want grow.

The pressure mounting, especially as my palm rubbed my clit.

“All the way in, Hannah.”

Was I taking my time or testing him?

Before I could decide, he stepped forward, his hands flattening on the table on either side of me, his face inches from mine. “Show me how good you can make yourself feel.” His focus was on my lips—the ones on my face. He was ogling, flirting with my pout, even if he wasn’t going to kiss me. “Show me how badly you want my fucking cock.”

All I could smell was him.

And it was that scent, his passionate presence that caused me to glide in. I was so wet; it was like he’d drenched me in lube.

“Fuck yes,” we both hissed at the same time.

It quickly became too much.

Not just the euphoria spreading through me, but also being under his watchful eye.

His gaze wasn’t a normal stare.

It was power.

Pleasure.

“Fuck yourself, Hannah.”

My neck fell back as his words collided into me, my hand beating between my legs. His mouth had already brought me so close; it wouldn’t take me long to return.

“Look at me, Hannah.” The sweetness of his breath breezed across my face. “Stare into my eyes while you fuck your pussy.”

A bolt of energy blasted down my chest as my neck straightened.

I couldn’t breathe.

All I could do was hold on to the sexiness of his face, those wildly beautiful green eyes, his carnal temperament that I could feel in the air between us.

“Harder.”

I listened.

I followed.

And I observed him pulling off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, a swishing sound hitting my ears as each item of clothing fell to the carpet.

Each bit of his body that he revealed was even more of a turn-on. Ripples and cords of muscle, grooves etched across his abs.

He spent hours in the gym, and I appreciated each one.

A bead of pre-cum was at the head of his cock, glistening under the overhead light.

My God, that dick.

I remembered it.

There was no way I could ever forget it.

But here, we weren’t surrounded by darkness.

Here, I could see the bulge of his crown and the thickness of his shaft and the short, coarse hairs that ran along the bottom of his stomach.

More man than I’d ever seen before.

He wrapped his hand around it and pumped.

Hard.

Even though he had torn off the corner of the metal foil and had the condom ready in his hand, he climbed onto the table, kneeling beside me. “Suck my cock while you finger yourself.”

There was so much vigor in that creamy droplet that I wanted it on my tongue.

I wanted to mix his taste with the wine and brownies, adding to the desire that was keeping me so wet.

But there was something else, something that was also taking over.

“Declan”—I inhaled sharply—“I’m going to come.”

“Do it with my dick in your mouth.” He held my chin, his thumb tracing my lips. “Let me feel it on your tongue.”

The saltiness immediately hit my taste buds, a flavor so masculine that it made my mouth water. I swallowed the small bead and lowered down his tip as far as I could go.

It was one thing to look at his cock in the light.

It was a whole other thing to have it in my mouth, my lips stretched wide, my throat too narrow to take most of it in. But as my orgasm started to take shape, the tingles working their way through my pussy, I filled my mouth with him.

Bob, swirl, suck.

A pattern.

He grabbed the back of my head, gripping my hair, and I moaned on his shaft. I was taking him in a little deeper with each plunge, but I’d reached the point where I couldn’t fight the peak of my orgasm.

It was here.

Nearing so fast.

“Fuck, yeah, suck that fucking cock.”

As I began to shudder, he twisted my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, the pain only bringing me there quicker.

We were moving together in a rhythm, my hand matching my mouth, too full to form words, but my breaths were loud, my moans unmistakable.