Destroyed (Lost in Oblivion, #3)(57)

“God, yes,” she said against his throat and sucked on his Adam’s apple until his eyes crossed. Her tongue swirled around the shadow of a few days of beard that he hadn’t bothered to scrape off.

Fuck.

When she did that to the head of his cock…

Fuck.

She lifted his shirt and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his ribs down to the flat muscle of his lower belly. She crouched in front of him and looked up, her face in shadow save for the thin slash across her cheek and lips. The clink of his buckle and slow tick of teeth separating as she peeled open his jeans were almost drowned out by the drumbeat in his head.

He honestly wasn’t much of a blowjob guy. He liked the feel of a woman clenching around him, not just a warm mouth.

But the ultimate focus on her face as she pulled him free was enough to convert him. Even if it was the worst head he’d ever had, he’d gladly let her do whatever she wanted to him.

She dragged her tongue under the length of his shaft and hugged her lips around the head until she took him deep into her mouth, until the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat and then beyond.

“Jesus f*ck.”

Then she coasted back and focused on the head, with tongue and suction and a talent that went way past skill. It was as if she’d downloaded a blueprint from his brain on what he wanted.

He cupped her cheek to slow her down before he came by her sheer force of will. She looked up with her puffy lips holding his cock hostage.

The first sound out of his mouth was a strangled, ragged groan.

There was a knowledge in her eyes that brought him back to the moment and away from the path to a drooling idiot hellbent on coming. “Touch yourself.”

Her eyes widened.

“I can’t be the only one feeling this.”

She widened her knees and slid her feet farther apart for purchase. Under the cover of night and the black material, she could have been doing anything. He wanted to see, wanted to smell the arousal that waited for him.

“Lift the skirt, Margo. I want to see your fingers, see how you please yourself. I want the combination to all your locks.”

She paused with her fingers hidden, her secrets still shielded from him. And again he wasn’t entirely sure if she was going to follow his direction or exploit his weakness, which she held onto with a powerful jaw.

But she folded back the material and sidled her way to a larger beam of moonlight until her silver-kissed thighs revealed her raspberry red slit. Angry and flushed with arousal, it matched her lips.

He trailed his fingers down her neck to the buttons of her blouse. He flicked them open and found the half cup bra under the satin. Her breasts were too full for it, so he knew she’d worn it for him.

To please him.

And his balls tightened with the idea that she’d want him enough to dress for him, to come here in the dark. Whether she was reckless or searching out a new experience, he didn’t really care.

Because tonight she was his.

He smoothed the blouse aside, tucked his finger under the cup of the bra and plucked and rolled her nipple until it was tight and moonlit-kissed.

She hummed around his cock until he inhaled deeply, praying for strength.

“Are you wet? Does it get you off to suck my cock?”

She groaned with a mouth full of him. She wasn’t innocent, but did she know just how much she was pushing him?

She pulled back, bobbing over his head with her wicked tongue circling again and again. The teasing flutter along the underside was the last straw.

He drove his fingers into her hair and dragged her up against him. Her lips abused and so dark he couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips. The stone pillar was textured and scraped the shit out of his palm, but she wasn’t going anywhere. He pinned her there with his hips and dug into his pocket for a condom.

“You want this? Here? Now.”

She nodded, her eyes gleaming in dark. “So much.”

“Hold onto me.”

Her heels dug into his ass as he adjusted his loosened jeans.

“Sweet f*ck,” he muttered against her neck as he sank inside her neverending heat. She rolled her hips with each of his thrusts, her heels and nails digging into him with equal measure. The sounds, though…that was what drove him to the edge.

Her heartfelt moan was a memory and a revelation. She took him stride for stride, thrust for thrust until there wasn’t much left of him. His throat burned with the need to shout out his release, but he tamped it back.

This woman knew too much.

Saw too much.

Their lips fused as he took her cries and swallowed them down with his own. The night sounds disappeared, his pain faded away, and there was nothing left but her taking him so goddamn deep.

She tore her mouth away and pressed her cheek to his. He swiveled his hips as much as he could to get the friction she needed. She was there with him, but he could tell her release was just out of reach.

“Tell me.”

Her voice was barely a whisper wrapped in a whimper. She gripped his hair, his shoulder, his back—always moving and changing in her restless search for something else. “I can’t…”

He twisted with her in his arms and dropped to one of the huge stone blocks with the bronzed plaques. There was barely enough room to get her knees on either side of him, but it was what she needed.