Manaconda (Hammered #1)(30)
Her breath came out in a gasp. Her thighs quivered.
Fuck.
She did like it. And I sure the hell was going to make sure each and every one of those things happened before morning.
I lifted her up. Her outraged gasp turned to a screech as I rolled onto my back and dragged her up my body to kneel over my face. I lashed my tongue against her tight clit and drank down every drop of her cum as she quaked over my mouth.
She slapped her hands against the floor above my head as I held her hips in an iron grip, not letting her flinch away from me. I prayed the people outside the truck had cleared out because there was no way I could silence her this time.
I didn’t want to. Feeling her shudder above me was officially my new favorite pastime.
As she slowly came down, I recited every lyric to every song on my new album to calm my dick. No condom, no condom, no condom made up my chorus. No matter how bad I wanted inside of her, I’d have to wait.
She rolled off me, but before she could get too far away, I dragged her against my side. I’d never been so excited to find one of Keys’ piano covers in my life. She took care of them like they were precious silks. And right now, the padded velvet was coming in handy.
But I needed to buy her a new one, because this one was getting bronzed.
“Two.”
She punched me in the arm.
“I told you seven.” When she didn’t reply, I played with the ends of her hair. “What?”
“It’s gotta be the instruments.”
I laughed. “What?”
“There has to be something in the air in this truck. Magical properties from the instruments.”
“You lost me.”
“This should not be the best situational seduction in my life.”
I tugged her hair. “I think there was a compliment in there.”
“Maybe.”
I sat up, groaning when my hard-on showed me just how much it wasn’t going to bend, or go away.
She brushed the back of her hand along my button-fly. “I could take care of that.”
Just thought of her pale mouth around my cock made it swell even harder. “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”
She flipped out the tail of my belt.
“Whoa there.”
“What? Now you’re shy? Or don’t I get to see if it is, in fact, a manaconda?”
My mood deflated, even if my dick didn’t. “You suck.”
“I do. And quite well, I’ve been told.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Killin’ me, Kenny.”
“Then what’s the problem?” She toyed with my buckle.
I cupped her face. “I can’t see you in here.”
“I promise I won’t bite.”
I groaned.
“Maybe just a light graze of teeth.” Her voice was a smoky purr.
The idea of teeth and a woman on my most sensitive appendage usually had the opposite effect on me, but here and now? Yeah. I was willing to let her do just about anything she wanted. When we got somewhere with a light.
There was no way I couldn’t watch.
I’d been thinking about that mouth around my cock since the afternoon. Since the moment she’d given me shit about me being late. Wine-stained or pale as her skin—both versions were making me nuts. And this dark truck wasn’t going to be where she touched me for the first time.
She molded her fingers along my length.
I dragged her hand away, bringing her wrist up to my mouth.
“You are being difficult. I don’t think I’ve ever known a man who would say no.”
I nipped at the fragile skin. “I need to watch.” At her silence, I pressed her palm to my cheek. “That mouth around me, you sucking me in deep.”
“Now who’s the cruel one? And why does a blow job sound so sexy when you say it? Why does everything you say sound sexy?”
I chuckled. “You sound so pissed off about it.”
“I am.”
“Two orgasms should have you blissed out, not mad.”
“I don’t have time for you. I have four clients that I put aside to work with you, and now I have to play your girlfriend.”
“Sorry it’s such a hardship.”
She rolled away from me and stood. “How would you like it if I came in and messed up your schedule? Jumped onstage, took your microphone, and told the crowd that you were mine?”
I stood, crowding her back into the wall. “I’d welcome it. I like the way you fit against me, Kenny. I like saying you’re mine.”
“Why? We’re strangers.”
“How does any relationship happen?”
She pushed me back. “Slowly. With dates, movies, dinner—talking.”
I slid my arm around her waist. “Fast. No time to think.”
Kenny rested her hands on my chest. “Thinking is key.”
“How’s it worked out for your past relationships?”
She stiffened.
“Yeah. About the same for me. I let a woman manipulate me and twist me up. You feel good. I feel good around you.”
“You don’t even know me.” She slipped around me, pacing the width of the truck.
“I’m getting to know you now.” I leaned against the wall where she’d been. The click of her heels on the floor, then muffled by the blanket, then stopped just out of my reach before she turned around and repeated her steps. It was annoying. “Kenny, stop.”