Slow Play (The Rules #3)(65)



He doesn’t look away from me either. His eyes are so hot, I feel emboldened by his reaction. I love that he’s enjoying this so much and I feel like I’ve barely started. His arousal is turning me on and I’ve never experienced that before in my life. Never with any other guy.

Only with him.

Only with Tristan.

I’m going to lose it. Just come all over her pretty face and she’ll get pissed and probably leave. Well, I brought her here so she’ll have to find a ride home but Jade would help her. Shep would help her. They’d all think I was a total * and that would suck but…

Totally overreacting over here. I need to calm the f*ck down.

She runs her tongue down the length of my cock, mapping every throbbing vein, her fingers firmly clasping the base. I stare in wonder at the most beautiful girl in the world, the woman of my recent fantasies, the one who I can’t seem to shake no matter how hard I tried, give me the ultimate blowjob.

I spread my legs wider as she settles in, a little smile teasing the corner of her lips before she begins licking my cock again. A ragged exhalation leaves me and I reach out, pushing her hair away from her face so I can see this better.

And I really want to see this.

Her fingers stroke as her tongue licks, and she takes me deeper, the wet heat of her mouth making me close my eyes and fight against the urge to come. It would be so easy to let go. She’s been doing this for all of what? Three minutes? And I’m ready to blow. I blame it on the excitement that she’s the one blowing me. I blame it on the fact that I haven’t been with a woman in weeks. I blame it on the fact that I’ve become well-acquainted with my hand lately and the touch of Alexandria’s tongue and lips is just f*cking too good not to give into.

But really, it’s all about the girl. That she’s willing to do this for me, that she’s actually enjoying it, is upping my arousal factor. It’s an incredible turn on, to watch a woman suck your cock and have zero expectations in return. She’s doing this because she wants to.

Not because she wants something from me.

She hums around the head of my cock, causing a vibration that I feel all the way to my knees. I lift my hips, trying to send my dick a little deeper, not wanting to be obvious about it and she pulls away from me completely, her fingers still wrapped tight around the base. Her lips are damp, glossy in the low light. Her hair is a mess, a golden cloud around her head. And the best part, she’s naked. All naked and flushed, her tits on display, those long legs folded beneath her, she’s gorgeous. Looking a little flustered, a lot adorable.

“I don’t know if can take you all the way in my mouth,” she confesses, her face full of disappointment. “It’s just that…you’re so big.”

Every guy in the whole damn world wants to hear this. Yeah, yeah we want to be deep throated too but if your girl can’t do it because you’re well hung? Who’s going to complain about that?

“Just keep doing what you’re doing.” I hesitate when she frowns. “Or…don’t. It all feels good. Trust me.”

“Really?” She squeezes my dick, her fingers firm and I press my lips together to keep from shouting harder! at her.

“Fuck yeah. Don’t be shy.” I touch her cheek, cradle the side of her face in my palm. She leans into my touch and I push my fingers into her silky soft hair, loving the way the strands cling. “Anything you do, I’m going to like, angel. Trust me.”

Her cheeks go pink as she smiles. And then without hesitation, she goes at it in earnest, enveloping me in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her strokes matching the same rhythm as her seeking lips. I try to last as long as possible. Push her hair away so I can watch. Thrust my hips up and enjoying the view of my cock sinking deeper into her mouth. It’s visual overload, sensory overload, f*cking Alexandria overload and there’s nothing I can do to withstand it any longer.

I lose all control.

Her name falls from my lips in a shaky whisper as I arch my back, the tingly sensation starting at the base of my spine, flowing into my balls. It’s close. I’m close. I need to warn her. I need to tell her so she can pull away or whatever but then I feel it. That first spurt shoots out of me and f*cking forget it. I’m done. I’m coming in her mouth, coming on her tongue and she never pulls away, not once.

She swallows it like a champ. My champ. Damn, this girl is good.

I shake uncontrollably and sound like I’m dying, groaning and carrying on. She doesn’t let up until I’m finished, giving me one last swipe of her tongue before she withdraws, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I’m lying there in a boneless heap, helpless to move, to think, to say anything and she smiles at me. A sexy curve of lips, her eyes bright, her cheeks pink as she pushes her hair away from her face.

“I think you liked that,” she says quietly and I know. I just f*cking know.

I’m doomed.

Monday morning dawns, the air crisp and cold, the sky blue and not a dark cloud in sight. I wake up at six-thirty, practically bounce out of bed and take a long, hot shower, remind Shep when I’m done that we need to get going. He’s still in bed with Jade, the lazy ass.

But I forgive him. He’s got a nice warm woman snuggled up close to him. Why would he want to leave?

I wait patiently for him down in the kitchen, sipping on coffee and pacing back and forth. I’m starving but I want to save my appetite for the diner. Whatever’s the biggest breakfast plate on their menu, I’ll take it. I need to fortify for later today when I see Alexandria.

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