That did things to me.
I glanced up again, catching his eyes, and the look on his face made my chest ache.Desire, yes, but something more.Appreciation.Want.
“Fuck,” he breathed when our eyes met.“You look beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
I let out a quiet hum, intentionally slow, and he groaned, hips jerking before he could stop himself.
“Sorry,” he muttered, then laughed under his breath.“Not sorry.You’re driving me crazy.”
His praise kept coming, broken and honest.“You’re perfect.You know that?”
Another breath.Another curse.
“Only you could make me feel like this.”
His head tipped back again, throat working as he said my name like it was the only word he had left.I watched him come apart; every ounce of control he clung to finally slipping through his fingers.
This man, who liked to be steady, precise, unshakeable, had given everything to me.
His body shuddered as he filled my mouth with his cum and my hand continued to stroke him.I stayed with him through it, letting the tension drain from his frame one breath at a time.
When it was over, I surfaced, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my pulse still racing.His chest rose and fell hard, eyes half-lidded, lips parted like he was still trying to remember how to breathe.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, a weak laugh slipping out.“Clove…”
I didn’t answer.I just crawled up his body, settling over him, fitting myself against him like I belonged there.His hands came up immediately, sliding over my back, holding me close.
I brushed my lips over his jaw, then hovered just above his mouth.“You with me?”I asked softly.
He smiled, lazy and wrecked.“I’m not going anywhere.”
I tilted my head, studying him.“So,” I murmured.“Are you distracted?”
His hands tightened on my hips, his voice low and honest.“Completely.Ruined.And now it’s your turn.”
I grinned and kissed him, slow and satisfied, knowing I’d gotten exactly what I wanted.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ender
The Social Club smelled like citrus cleaner, beer, and fresh wood.
Music hummed low from the speakers.A couple stools were flipped upside down on tables, and Adley was behind the bar wiping down the counter like she always did.
Clove grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the axe-throwing booths at the back.
She threw her arms out wide like she was presenting a grand attraction.
“Welcome to distraction number two.”
I snorted.“You realize this is nowhere near as good as distraction number one, right?”
“Yes,” she said brightly.“But not everything can be blowjobs and sunshine.”
“You know I’ve played this before, right?”I said as she stopped in front of one of the booths.“Pretty sure you have, too.”
She shrugged like it didn’t matter and grabbed an axe from the rack.The handle looked too big in her hand, but she held it like she meant business.“Yeah,” she said, lining herself up with the target.“But I don’t think we’ve ever played it together.”