International Player(52)

I groaned and tipped us both onto the bed. I tangled my limbs with hers as I skirted my hands up and down her body, touching every inch, exploring every dip and curve.

As I slid my palms up her inner thigh, Truly shifted and reached for my cock. “Having you in my mouth gets me hot,” she whispered, her heavy breath coating my cock. “Do you think that’s weird?” she asked, then licked up the length of my dick.

I groaned, straining to keep my hips on the bed.

“I think it’s a little odd that getting you hard gets me so wet,” she said.

“Jesus, Truly.” Her words were as much of a turn-on as her mouth—it was almost too much.

She rearranged herself so she straddled me, and I could see exactly what her filthy mouth was doing.

Her fist at my base, she circled my crown with her tongue then paused. “I think it’s because it’s so perfectly straight and thick. Like velvet and steel mixed together,” she said as if she was trying to figure out the formula.

I was way past why and had raced forward to I want your mouth on me. I was done with analysis, and I just wanted to feel. To enjoy her wet, hot lips.

She swept her free hand up my chest then slowly began to take me deep, deep, deep.

Shit. I gripped the sheets and closed my eyes, fighting the urge to push up into her throat, wanting to feel her gag and watch her eyes water. She pulled back, the scrape of her teeth dampening down my climax.

“I love feeling you like this,” she said, her head bobbing back down as she took me deep.

She continued to lick and suck, setting off sparks along my skin, heating my blood and driving me wild. I just couldn’t get enough. But I wanted to see exactly how turned on she was, sucking me off like it was her job. I sat up, and she pulled back before I caught her and dragged her back to the mattress, capturing her legs in mine and sweeping my hand between them.

She was as wet as the fucking ocean, her clit swollen and hard. I grunted as I circled her nub with the pad of my thumb.

“You didn’t believe me?” she whispered. “You must know what you do to me.” Her eyebrows pinched together as I trailed wet fingers over her nipples, pushed her to her back, and sucked them clean.

She sighed, pulling her legs wide as I dipped down to my favorite spot at the bottom of her neck. Flinging her arm out, she lazily tried to wrestle the bedside-table drawer open. I pressed another kiss to the inside of her elbow, then took over finding a condom.

As soon as I was covered, I thrust into her as deep as I could go, and she screamed so loud she could drown out Big Ben.

“You like that?” I asked, pulling out and ramming into her again. We’d played around enough. I needed to get to the top of that mountain. I had to fuck, and I knew this is what she wanted, too.

“Don’t stop.”

“Never,” I snapped. “I’m never going to stop fucking you.” Already she’d stolen my breath, my thoughts, my mind, and I was totally focused on getting us both to the top.

She trembled underneath me, her loud moans turning to dull whimpers as if she’d given in. Her fingernails dug into the tops of my shoulders, and her knees clenched against my hips as sweat trickled down my spine. Waiting for that moment where bliss crashed over her face, I wanted this buildup to last forever, and I wanted to make her come right this second. With Truly, I wanted everything.

She choked out my name, and her body tensed and shuddered as I cried out and thrust in one more time, giving in to the fucking perfection that was Truly Harbury.





Twenty-Eight





Truly


I might not want to be here, but I knew dating was the right thing to do. The night Noah came round and we’d listened to U2, sex wasn’t the right description for what happened. It was more than that. An intimacy had ballooned between us that night.

And it scared the shit out of me.

I’d left Rob and Abigail’s determined to build some walls, retain some distance, but as soon as I’d seen Noah, I’d been unable to do anything but put down my tools and surrender completely.

But I wasn’t a quitter. I just needed to get back on track. Which was why I was in the bathroom at an expensive Thai restaurant in Mayfair. If I couldn’t build walls, maybe I could water down the concentrate of Noah’s attention. Like Abigail had said, I just needed to see what was out there, spread my focus.

I checked the time on my phone. Okay, so now I was on time instead of my usual ten minutes early. I could leave the bathroom and meet my date for the evening. I didn’t believe being late was fashionable. Just rude. And if James was late, then I’d leave. I couldn’t be with a man who wasn’t on time; it would drive me crazy. No, wait. I was trying to give people a chance. I’d wait ten minutes and then leave.

I wiped under my eyes, removing any stray eyeliner, then slipped my phone into my bag and headed back to the hostess table.

“Miss Harbury,” she said, “the other party has arrived. Let me show you to your table.”

Oh, so he was here. Stupidly, part of me was disappointed. If he’d been late I’d have had the perfect excuse to go home and finish the book I was currently reading. I should be pleased. This could be the start of something.

James and I caught each other’s eye across the restaurant, and I smiled despite myself. He was just as handsome as he’d looked in his profile pictures. And he hadn’t lied about his height. At five ten, he was shorter than Noah, but not short.