I am eager, but I don’t care. I want to feel that thing I feel when I have my mouth on him. Without hesitation, I reach for the button on his jeans, release him, and drop to my knees.
“Shit, Abby, I didn’t mean—” His words stall when I wrap my fingers around his shaft and squeeze.
Last night I’d explored to my heart’s content, listening intently to his helpful suggestions and groaning encouragement. I’ve always been a quick study, and I’d paid close attention to what he liked.
An attention I use to my advantage now.
I lick the slit, running my tongue up and down the tiny opening while raising my eyes to look at him.
Lukas likes eye contact.
He stares down at me, a feral expression written across his features. One of the things I learned last night was that I have power. A wet, willing mouth works some sort of magic on the male brain. With slow deliberateness, I run my tongue from base to tip, and his eyes go dark and wild. The air shifts, filling with anticipation.
I shiver and squeeze harder, letting my tongue play over him. I love the taste, the smooth slide of velvet skin over his long, hard length.
He buries his hand in my hair and urges me forward. “Suck my cock.”
Without breaking eye contact, I take only the head into my mouth, creating a tight suction while I swirl my tongue around and around.
Grip tightening, he fists my hair until a pinprick of pain burns at my scalp. His voice is harsh when he speaks. “More. Take it all.”
On a deep swallow, I release my hand and draw him as far into my throat as I can.
Female satisfaction flows through me as the cords on his neck flex and he curses.
With my palms, I cup his ass to hold him close, bobbing my head along his rigid length.
Our eyes are locked.
On a ragged breath, he shakes his head. “God, that mouth.”
I suck harder, longer, moving to hold his balls in one hand, rolling them the way he’d shown me.
His cheekbones tighten under his skin as his hips pump. “Harder, faster, make me come, Abby.”
My own desire builds as his thrusts grow more urgent. I move up and down the length of him, flicking and swirling my tongue. He lengthens, thickening in my mouth, and a rush of anticipation floods through me. Doubling my efforts, I create such a tight suction he growls. I’ve found my rhythm now and I don’t let up, ruthlessly working him, loving every minute of this power I have.
He bows, shoving his cock deep.
“Fuck!” he yells seconds before he shoots down the back of my throat.
Greedy for the taste of him, I keep going, swallowing every drop until there’s nothing left.
He pulls out and leans down to devour my mouth. The first time he’d done this, I’d been surprised, assuming he’d want me to clean up as seemed proper. But Lukas wasn’t like that. He’d informed me the best sex was messy and dirty.
Obviously I have no choice but to believe him.
I’m abandoned now, and I throw myself into the kiss, vibrating with desire and empowered in a way I find addictive.
He yanks me up from the floor and when we break apart, our breathing is ragged.
Grinning, he zips his jeans. “Now that’s a greeting a man could get use to.”
Unable to help it, I laugh.
He swipes his thumb across my lower lip. “I had other plans in mind, but once you fell to your knees, I was a goner.”
I shrug, as if it’s an everyday occurrence to go down on a guy the second I see him.