Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(40)

She met his gaze again, and he leveled his signature crooked smile on her that signaled he was happy to let her do the unveiling.

She dropped to her knees and pulled his boxer briefs down. His cock sprang up and she looked up at him and smiled, then wrapped her hands around his thick shaft.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Barrett said. “Put your mouth on my cock and suck it.”

His command raised goose bumps on her skin. She flicked her tongue over the wide cockhead, using her hand to stroke him. He was so hard, so impossibly thick, and when she put her mouth over the head and fit her lips over him, bringing his cock into her mouth, he shifted forward, sliding the shaft along her tongue.

“Yes, like that. Flick your tongue along the head.”

He cupped the back of her head, controlling her movements. She had to admit it was such a turn-on to give him pleasure, to hear his groans and the way he spoke to her as she rolled her tongue over the shaft, pulled it out of her mouth, then engulfed him.

“Christ, that’s good. Now take it in deep. I want to see your mouth filled with my cock.”

She breathed in the musky scent of him, then slid her lips around his cock and pressed down, giving him suction, taking his cockhead all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck yeah. Like that.”

When he withdrew, he bent and lifted her to stand.

“Any more of that and I’ll shoot come down your throat. God, you’re good at sucking me, babe.”

Before she could say anything he took her mouth in a deep kiss, his hand coming around to unhook her bra. He smoothed his hand over her back, then around the front of her, sliding down to slip his fingers inside her panties.

She moaned against his mouth as he dipped his fingers along her sex.

“You’re wet,” he whispered against her mouth, pulling back enough to look at her. He slipped a finger inside of her. “Wet and hot.”

She couldn’t speak, could only gasp as he tucked another finger inside of her. “Do you feel that? Do you feel the way your * grabs onto my fingers?”

“Yes.”

He withdrew his fingers, then pulled the straps of her bra down, tossing it onto the floor. He laid her on the bed and she wriggled onto the center. He grasped her panties and pulled them off, then joined her on the bed.

She expected him to grab a condom—she’d laid a box on her nightstand in clear view. Instead, he nestled in next to her, pulled her against him and kissed her—thoroughly, his hands roaming over her breasts, teasing her nipples with light brushes of his fingers until she writhed against him.

He pushed her onto her back and fit a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking until she thought she was going to die from the sensations that shot from her nipple to her sex. Was there anything Barrett didn’t know how to do, and do perfectly? He went from one nipple to the next, gathering her breast in his hand and lavishing attention on each nipple, nipping and sucking on them until she arched against him, either needing him to do that forever because it felt so damn good, or please get to her * because she needed to come right now or die.

But he lifted his head and gave her that smile. “You have the softest skin,” he said, before licking his way over her belly and lower. “And you smell so damn good.”

He nipped at her hip bone, making her moan before spreading her legs and kissing her inner thighs. He teased her, kissing and licking just above her sex.

“Barrett.”

He raised up. “Yeah, babe.”

She looked down at him. “Nothing.”

He teased his thumb around her clit. “Something you need?”

“You know damn well what I need.”

“Yeah, I know damn well what you need. But I like playing with your *. You smell and taste like tart honey down here.”

She was quivering all over, anticipation making her feel like a needy addict jonesing for a fix.

She was addicted all right. To the man nestled between her thighs. And when he put his mouth on her, she couldn’t help the long, low moans that fell from her lips. His tongue was hot, wet and exactly what she needed as he lapped her up from her clit to her *. He slid his tongue inside of her, and all she could think about was that the reality of this was infinitely better than any of the fantasies she’d had about Barrett.

The man had a talented tongue and lips and knew exactly what to do to make her soar. He rolled his tongue all over her, never lingering in one spot. The sensations were indescribable, and when she came the first time, it was a shock. She cried out and shuddered uncontrollably as her orgasm crashed through her. And when Barrett licked her gently into another one not long after, she moaned and thrashed like she hadn’t come in ages, even though it had only been a few minutes since the last one. This time, he had his fingers inside of her and she felt her * squeezing them as she climaxed.

When he climbed up next to her, she was still breathing hard.

“Twice, huh?” he asked with a supremely confident smile.

“That doesn’t happen often. Or like, hardly ever.”

“We’re just getting started, Harmony.”

She believed him. If any man could give her multiple orgasms tonight, it was this man.

Still quivering and breathing hard, she reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed a condom, handing it to him. “Suit up, Barrett. Let’s see how many more you can give me.”