Fade Into You (Shaken Dirty #3)(29)

The marketing expert in her couldn’t wait to see what Tumblr had to say about this new development, while the rest of her just wanted to get her hands—and mouth—on him.

So she did, petting his chest and stomach even as she licked her way up the center of his torso as far as she could reach while on her knees. He groaned a little, his hand cupping the back of her head to hold her to him as she kissed and licked and sucked her way back down his stomach and abdomen to his cock. She paused right below his navel, sucked a small, round bruise into the skin to the left of his happy trail. Then she licked her way over and around it a few times, relishing the way his muscles jumped and flexed under her tongue.

He smelled so good, tasted so good—like lemon and sandalwood and dark, hot sex. She wanted to roll around in his scent, to pull it over her like a blanket. To wrap it, and him, around herself for long, lust-filled nights.

But they didn’t have nights, didn’t have anything but this one, sun-drenched afternoon, and she was determined to take advantage of it—and the freedom she had to touch him, to taste him, to take him. To let him take her.

And so she kissed and licked and sucked her way back down his abdomen as a late summer breeze whistled through the trees above them. When she got to his cock, she paused, her mouth hovering inches above his tip. He was big, long, and thick, and heavily aroused, and she was pretty sure if she pressed his dick against his abdomen the head would stretch past his belly button.

He was an arousing sight, no doubt about that, but she wasn’t sure she could take all of him—in her mouth or her body. So instead of swallowing him down as she longed to do, she chose instead to kiss just the very tip before pulling the head into her mouth and licking around and around it, her tongue flat and firm against the sensitive crown.

He shivered, his back arching a little in a desperate bid for more. He looked hot, so hot, his eyes hyper focused and electric blue as he put a little pressure on her head in an attempt to urge her closer. To get her to take more of him—and to give him more of herself in return.

Because she couldn’t resist the way he asked—any more than she could resist the way he looked at her—she gave in, widening her circles until she was licking halfway down his shaft. As she did, she made sure to pay attention to the sensitive area at the bottom of the tip, spiking her tongue and flicking against the spot.

“Fuck, Poppy.” Wyatt’s fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he thrust his hips forward, forced his cock deeper into her mouth. “Baby, please…it’s been so long… I need…I need—” His voice, already low and gravelly and so, so sexy, broke on a groan as he pulled her into him at the same time he slammed his hips forward.

The movement caught her by surprise, but he felt so good and she was so turned on that it only made her hotter. Stretching her jaw wide, she took him deep. Took him all the way to the back of her throat and still that wasn’t enough. Still there was more of him.

She’d never done this before, never opened herself up to a guy like this. Never let him use her mouth—use her—the way she was letting Wyatt. But then she hadn’t understood how powerful her surrender made her, hadn’t understood that in yielding to him she got at least as much as she gave. Maybe more.

Because even as tears sprang to her eyes, even as she struggled to breathe, she realized this summer afternoon f*ck wasn’t just about him. About what he needed. It was about her too. Because the more he took, the more she wanted to give him.

Considering the job she was here to do, it was a terrifying thought. Terrifying, and so, so arousing.

Her nipples peaked.

Her breath came faster and faster.

Her sex throbbed.

“Fuck, baby,” Wyatt groaned, his hands tugging her back this time instead of pulling her forward. “That’s so good. That’s so—”

She moaned and the vibrations had him breaking off, had his hips thrusting forward fast and hard. Suddenly she was taking all of him, his cock in her throat. Her nose buried against his skin.

It was a lot—he was a lot. Almost too much, really. But she wanted this for him, wanted it for herself, so she concentrated on breathing through her nose. On relaxing her jaw. On tamping down her instinctive need to panic at the dominance of his position.

On one hand, it wasn’t easy—she was a control freak who liked to be in charge of everything—and her heart was beating fast, her skin prickling with awareness, her body half-frightened, half-enthralled by the sensation of yielding control to him. But on the other hand, it was the easiest thing she’d ever done. Giving herself over to Wyatt, taking what he gave her in return. It had been a long time since anything had felt this right.

Because the knowledge scared her—she had to remember how wrong this was on so many levels—she shoved it away, ignored it. Concentrated instead on giving him as much pleasure as she possibly could.

Lifting her hands to his hips, she tugged his jeans down a little more. She wanted to touch the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, to hold his balls in her hands, to scratch her nails down his ass, his hips, the back of his thighs.

She wanted to experiment, to figure out what turned him on and what brought him the same kind of immeasurable pleasure he’d given her the night before.

With that goal in mind, she slipped a hand between his thighs, brushed her fingers over his testicles and then moved back, behind them, to rub softly at his taint. Wyatt stiffened, his fists going lax, and she pulled off of him slowly. She spent a minute sucking at just the tip of his cock, her tongue sliding over and around the slit as his breathing grew labored. Then she turned her head and rested her cheek against his hip as she pressed soft, sweet kisses to his abdomen. His navel. His V-line.