You've Got Fail(40)

When I floated back down to earth, Willis kissed my mound and crawled back up to my mouth. Brushing his lips against mine, he asked, “Was that okay?”

Even in my blissed-out state, I laughed. “That was far better than just okay, Sparky.”

He smiled against my lips and kissed me, sharing my taste. Then he pushed up and climbed off the bed.

I stared, too languid too move. “What are you doing?”

“I need to, um. There’s a situation here.” He glanced down at the erection pressing against his jeans. “And I don’t want to rush this. So, I’m just going to hop in a cold shower real quick, and then I’ll be back. You just relax…and yeah.”

Who was this man, and why hadn’t a woman snapped him up yet? The litany of “he’s too good for you” started up in my mind, but I pushed it to the background as I sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. “Come over here.”

He glanced to my chest, one of my breasts still exposed. I grabbed the other shoulder of my dress and pushed it down, giving him the full view.

“Jesus.” He grabbed the back of his neck but didn’t take his eyes off me.

When I sank to my knees on his soft wool rug, his eyes widened.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” I let my gaze wander down his toned body and then froze on the sizeable bulge in his jeans. My mouth watered, and I tweaked my nipples as I caught his eye again.

He returned to me, his gaze locked with mine, and ran a hand through my hair. “I don’t know if I can be gentle about this.”

His words hit me right between the thighs, and my body started ramping up the tension again. God, what this sexy nerd did to me with just his words.

“Let’s see.” I grabbed his jeans and undid the button and the fly. Pulling down his Superman boxers, I freed his cock and took a breath. Medium length, it had a smooth head that was reddened with blood and a thick shaft. A beautiful cock, as far as penises went.

Gripping him, I stroked down to his base and then back to his tip. My fingertips couldn’t meet. Damn.

He groaned and fisted my hair. “Lick it.”

His command was like electricity moving through water, thrilling the parts of me that were already drenched with lust.

Opening my mouth wide, I ran my tongue along his tip and stared up at him. He clenched his eyes shut, then opened them and locked his eyes with mine.

I rested my hands on his hard thighs and took him as far into my mouth as I could. His groan radiated through his body, and the hand in my hair pulled me closer. I gagged, but didn’t give up, running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft in a crisscross motion as he eased back a little.

Eyes watering, I bobbed my head, rubbing the tip of his shaft against the roof my mouth as I sucked and licked his hard length. A salty twinge on my tongue spurred me on, while his hands in my hair made sure I stayed right where he wanted me.

His hips surged forward with steady strokes, fucking my mouth as I took as much as I could again and again. I gripped the base of his shaft with my hand, working it in tandem with my mouth. The wet noises grew louder, and his grip in my hair grew tighter.

“I’m close.” The words hissed through his gritted teeth. He was beautiful, every muscle tense as he stared down at me.

I didn’t stop, only moved faster, taking him deeper and using my hand to increase the pressure. Pornographic images of him coming on my face, my tits, my pussy flooded my mind, and I moaned against his shaft.

His cock thickened even more, and he groaned. “I’m coming.”

I fastened my lips around his shaft and sucked as he came, each spurt coating my tongue as I swallowed him down. His masculine grunt rang in my ears as he finished, and the tension slid off his body like rain from a roof.

When he was spent, I swallowed once more, then leaned back and rested my head against his mattress.

“Fuck, woman.” He reached down and grabbed me under my arms, then lifted me and hugged me to him. “You are too much.” His lips on my neck were an extra scoop of ice cream on top of our sexy sundae. He kissed lower, then stopped. “Who are you?”

His question splashed me like an ice water bath. If he knew who I really was—or what I had planned for him—all this would be over.

“Hey.” He must have noticed I’d stiffened. Sitting me on the bed, he knelt in front of me.

I pulled my dress back into place, covering myself as his sated look darkened into an almost-frown. “Don’t shut off. I’m sorry I asked.” He stroked my cheek, but I leaned away.

“I need to get going.” I rose and hurried into the living room.

“Scarlet, please.” He followed me. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t worry about it.” I forced a smile. “I had a great time.” Snagging my handbag, I hurtled toward the door. “I’ve got my homework. We’re all good.”

He put a hand on my shoulder. “Slow down, please.”

I shrugged him off. “No, it’s fine. I’ll see you Friday night, okay?”

He sighed, as if my words had pulled the plug on the Willis balloon and all the air was escaping. “All right.”

I opened the door and stabbed the elevator button with a vengeance.

“Is this going to be weird now?” He leaned on his doorframe and gave me a doleful look.