When she paused, his eyes fluttered open. Seeing her crouched there between his legs, her hand pressed to her pussy while she gasped for control, he started to push up.
“Are you coming, Tara?” he asked hoarsely.
She bit her lip. “No. Almost. I just….sorry.” Then she couldn’t believe she’d apologized for that. He’d told her she couldn’t come unless he said so, but that was ridiculous!
His eyes darkened. “Do it. Let yourself come.”
She shifted the pressure of her hand and shuddered. Oh God. A fast, hard orgasm shook her, her full bladder intensifying the sensation. Her breathing was quick and shallow as she recovered.
“Holy shit,” Joe said. After a few breaths she lifted her head and pushed her hair back.
“Sorry,” she said again breathlessly. “I couldn’t help it.” She shook her head a little, in awe of herself for the rapid orgasm, but also in annoyance at once again apologizing to him for it. “That’s never happened before.”
He nodded, eyes dark and liquid, watching her intently, patiently. Apparently there would be no punishment forthcoming. And that thought sent a flash of fire through her.
She licked her lips and bent her head again, even more eager to taste him. She kissed the tip of him, sucking ever so gently with just her lips, then swirled her tongue around the flared rim. Then she took him deeper, sucking him, licking him, moving her head up and down.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Fuck, Tara, your mouth is incredible.”
Something warmed inside her at his praise. His eyes closed and he gave a low groan. She took more of him into her mouth, his weight smooth and heavy on her tongue. He filled her mouth, stretched her lips, but he smelled and tasted so damn good, tasted like clean, warm, aroused male.
“Easy, baby,” he moaned. “Slow and easy.”
She took more of him, deeper, rubbing him with her tongue. His hips lifted, his hands gathered back her slipping hair and held it at her nape.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, hands back in her hair. “Suck it hard, baby. Damn.”
She loved the way he filled her pussy, but the advantage of a smaller guy was she could take him all the way in her mouth. No way could she take all of Joe. Using her hands and her mouth, though, she sucked and licked him until he was taut and shaking on the bed.
“Touch my balls,” he ordered, his voice rough and sexy.
She slid one hand lower, beneath the heavy sac, and cupped him. His balls were full and tight. She gave a gentle experimental squeeze. “Yes,” he groaned. “Harder. It’s okay.” She gave a firmer squeeze, then a tug, her hand on his shaft going one way and the hand on his balls the other. He let out a long, low groan and she was afraid she’d hurt him, but then he said, “Oh God, Tara, that’s so good.” She did it again, rolling his testicles in their sac, her mouth sucking hard. His balls tightened even more, drawing up against his body.
He moved into her mouth in small thrusts, and she focused on relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose, her heart beating wildly.
“Hell, Tara, you’re driving me out of my mind. That’s it…so good…suck it…”
His words thrilled her, urged her on. She’d never been so excited to do this, her mouth full of him, tasting his arousal, wanting so much for it to be good for him. Her mouth moved on him, one hand circling the base of his cock, the other cupping his balls.
She played for a while, alternately licking the head, kissing it gently, opening her mouth on the side of his shaft and sucking, then taking him deep again. She kissed the soft skin where thigh met hip, nuzzled his rough hair, inhaled the scent of him, then held his shaft and licked it all over.
“Hoy shit, Tara,” he groaned. “Damn…”
She sucked him in again, so big and heavy in her mouth, moving her lips up and down the shaft now wet from her attention.
“Gonna come, sweetheart.” His hands tangled in her hair again. She nodded without lifting her mouth from him, sucked and squeezed harder and faster and then he came in her mouth, pulsing hot, tantalizing jets into her. She sucked and swallowed until he was done, then let him slide out of her mouth.
“Christ, Tara,” he muttered, tugging her hair harder to lift her head off him.
She lifted her eyes and gazed up his chest at him. His head was back, eyes closed, breathing heavily. His hands gentled in her hair, fingertips stroking her head, and like he had earlier, she laid her cheek down on his flat stomach and put her hand over his hip bone.
Lord, what had she done? Her fingers moved over his smooth skin, the sharp, pleasing taste of him lingering in her mouth.
His fingers continued to stroke her hair lazily. “C’mere,” he finally said and she wriggled herself up over his body, stretching out on top of him. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her mouth, a long, open-mouthed kiss. “That was incredible. Thank you.”
His gratitude warmed her inside, something softening in her chest, and their eyes searched each other’s, not quite sure what was going on here.
“Okay,” he said, giving her a smack on her bottom. “Now you can go to the bathroom.”
She inhaled deeply and slid out of bed, then padded barefoot across the room to the attached bathroom. She sat in there for a long time, the taste of him still on her tongue. Delicious, dark and male.
What was she supposed to do now?
Run. Get the hell out of here. This could not keep going. She pressed a hand to her tummy, prepared to walk out and find her clothes, dress and leave.
But when she walked back into the dim bedroom, her clothes were gone.
She stood in the middle of the carpet, searching the room with her eyes, unbearably aware of her nudity and Joe lounging in the bed, sitting against the headboard, hands behind his head, displaying his rounded biceps and the flat muscles of his chest and abs. He watched her with amusement.
“What did you do with my clothes?” she demanded.
He smiled. “You don’t need them.”
“Yes! I do! I’m leaving now!”
He shook his head and patted the bed beside him. “No, you’re not. Come back to bed, Tara. We aren’t nearly done.”
Her legs went weak and her heart pinged in her chest. She closed her eyes against the sinful temptation of his naked body, powerful muscles, gleaming dark skin dusted with black hair and his huge beautiful cock. Heat simmered low inside her.
“I need to use the bathroom too,” he said, throwing back the duvet. Oh God. His thighs were heavily muscled, his penis semi-hard and heart-stoppingly large, framed by that aggressive thatch of black curls. He was intensely, fiercely masculine and she stayed standing in the middle of the room as he climbed out of bed and came toward her.
She had clothes in the closet she left there for times she stayed overnight. She’d grab something as soon as he was in the bathroom and be out of there. That didn’t solve the problem of how they were going to face each other Monday morning, but at least it would get her out of this dangerous situation.
“Come with me.”
He slid his hand around hers and tugged her with him. She dug her bare feet into the carpet, but he pulled her off balance and she stumbled along. He was taking her into the bathroom with him? Oh God.
“You’re not leaving,” he murmured, pulling her into the bathroom. “Close your eyes if you want to.” He held onto her with one hand and moved in front of the toilet, taking his penis in the other hand. Jesus!
She squeezed her eyes shut, averting her head as he relieved himself, picturing it but unwilling to open her eyes and see something so profoundly intimate. He was an animal! How could he be doing this to her?
He sandwiched her between him and the vanity, reaching around her to wash his hands, and she looked down and watched him rub his soapy hands together under the running water to avoid seeing their naked images in the mirror. Then he opened the door and her heart lurched again when he swung her up in his arms and carried her back to bed.