After Hours (InterMix)(54)

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come!

A loud moan built of frustration and pain and pleasure erupted from my throat.

Kelly froze, then his hold on me loosened. So, so lightly, his fingertips played up and down the length of my arm.

“You remember what I told you? About being quiet?”

I nodded wildly, crazed from the heat and sound and need stuffed inside me.

“If you can’t keep quiet,” he said, “we’ll just have to find that mouth something useful to do.”





Chapter Nine


“Get up.”

Another hot jolt, chased by a shiver of fear.

I fumbled from Kelly’s lap, his wet cock sliding between my cheeks and embarrassing me. When I made it to my feet and turned, he was up and shedding his shorts, and finally I got to see him. All of him.

His cock looked just as it felt: big and thick and intimidating, heavy with need, a force not to be defied.

“On your knees.”

I did as I was told. The carpet was soft, as soft as the eyes staring down at me were hard.

“Get your shirt off.”

I peeled it away, put my fingers to the clasp of my bra. He nodded and I ditched that, too. I touched my waistband, but—

“Leave the skirt.”

He stood before me, cock hovering between us accusingly. He fisted the root. I wanted a photo of that very sight, the only pornography I’d need for the rest of my life.

I’d never done quite this—never gone down on a guy while he was standing. Felt like a new act entirely. All the power belonged to Kelly with his looming body, his ready cock, bossy hands, and whatever commands might fall next from his lips, dropping down, down, down from so high above me.

“You ready for a feast, sweetheart?” He gave himself a long, tight pull, not waiting for an answer. “You gonna suck my cock? Show me whether or not you deserve to come on this later?”

More strokes, quicker but still perfectly controlled. Already a drop glistened at his tip, growing fatter until it slipped down the cleft of his head. I could feel my own desire priming, mimicking his.

“Open your mouth, girl.”

I swallowed, then obeyed, shutting my eyes to temper the intensity of the moment. His finger or thumb traced my lower lip, followed by the unmistakable smooth skin of his crown. Just the smell of him made my thighs tremble, and the flavor of his sex matched it—earthy and dark. My flavor, too. The arousal I’d basted him in.

“Wider.”

I obeyed, and his first inch slipped between my lips.

“Taste yourself.” That most unexpected of erotic touches again, as he slid his fingers into my hair and made a fist. As welcome now as it had been rejected with that old boyfriend. Kelly’s hips flexed, giving me more. Already my jaw ached, but it was just gas on the blaze, a spice that brought out the nuances of what he was serving me.

“Suck.”

I wrapped his base in my hand, held his hip with the other. I wanted to run them over his hard stomach, his thighs and his ass, the swell of muscle cresting from his ribs to his hip bones, everywhere. But I was the sex object, not him.

“Suck. Me.” The fist in my hair tightened, forcing my mouth farther down his cock.

I shut my eyes and closed my lips around him. Fucking big. Fucking hard, and with my mouth full, I had no choice but to breathe him in—that potent, distinctly male smell with its millions of iterations, that scent that can kill an attraction dead or make you an addict for life. And I was hooked on Kelly, instantly. His smell was as right as his voice, as hot as his body. It hit me like a shot of liquor, and all I wanted was to get wasted.

He tasted like skin and salt and sex, sex, sex. Just right. I’d never felt this with a man, this blind, shameless need to simply have him inside me, in any way I could get him. To submit to his maleness, do his bidding, invite him to shed all civility and just be. Just be a man, in all his base, greedy, selfish glory, and let me wallow in it.

I strained to take in the body above me, that face and those eyes. Tense muscle, flushed skin, that hard expression with those beautiful clear irises.

“More.”

His voice made me shiver and the hand holding his hip twitched. I took everything I could, slowly, to keep from gagging.

“Yeah. Nice and deep . . .” He gathered my hair in both hands, nearly tender. “I should come right now. Make you drink me down, send you to bed hungry for trying my patience.” He stroked my cheek roughly with his thumb and the caress echoed through me, potent as fingertips on my clit.