He brought his hand back to his erection and gave it a firm squeeze. “I had no choice. Watching you nibble on that pizza got me hard as a rock.”
“Hmmm, I can see that.” Her hand replaced his, her graceful fingers curling over his stiff shaft.
When she pumped him nice and slow, he let out a husky moan and reached for her. He slid his hands underneath her shirt and cupped her breasts over her sports bra. Neither of them made a move toward the bed. They simply stood against the door, his hands fondling her breasts, hers jacking his cock in a lazy, torturous rhythm that made his vision waver.
He leaned his forehead against hers, his breath coming out in pants as she quickened the pace. “Condom,” he ground out.
“In a minute.”
Before he could blink, she dropped to her knees, her face level with his cock. Every muscle in his body coiled tight as she gripped the root of him and brought him to her mouth.
Oh Jesus. Wet warmth surrounded him, the suction so unbearably sweet. Miranda pulled the skin taut and delicately licked the exposed head, flicking the underside with her tongue before sucking him deep again. When her hands came into play, one wrapping around his base, the other cupping his tight, achy balls, he hissed out a curse and withdrew from her eager mouth.
“No fair,” she complained. “You never let me have fun.”
He almost shot his load when he saw her big hazel eyes peering up at him, her lips glossy with moisture. “That’s because I’m always in a hurry to get inside you,” he grumbled.
“Well, too bad. Today you get to exercise some patience.”
“Patience? We only have eleven minutes.”
“Eight minutes now,” she corrected, her gaze straying to the alarm clock by the bed. “So if you don’t want to waste any more time, I suggest you shut up and let me suck your dick.”
Hot animalistic lust clamped over him. Well. Who was he to argue with that?
Changing positions so that he was the one leaning against the wall, Seth tangled one hand in Miranda’s long brown hair and guided her back to his cock. She opened wide, took him deep, and sucked him hard, eliciting a strangled groan from his lips.
For someone who hadn’t been with a man in seven years, she knew exactly what to do, exactly how to drive him to new heights of agonizing pleasure. She gripped him with the perfect amount of pressure, pumped with the right amount of force. She tightened her mouth’s suction with each downstroke, flicked her tongue over his head on each upstroke. Soon he was pistoning his hips, body straining for deeper contact, desperation building and gathering in his balls.
Miranda let out a muffled moan. He noticed she’d moved one hand between her legs so she could furiously rub her clit. Her excitement fed his own, her enthusiasm bringing forth a rush of male satisfaction. He fucking loved that she enjoyed going down on him, that it turned her on the way going down on her did him.
She increased the tempo, her mouth and hand moving up and down his cock, which glistened with saliva and throbbed with anticipation. He was close. Very close. He should pull out. Get a condom. Slide into her tight heat and fuck her hard. Yet he didn’t have the strength to leave the warm, moist heaven of Miranda’s mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” he muttered. “You want it in your mouth?”
Her head bobbed as she nodded, her eyes hazy, shining with passion.
That eager gaze was all it took. He exploded in a boiling rush, one hand entangled in her hair, the other braced on the chest of drawers next to the door. Black dots danced in his vision, his mind losing the capability for thought. A fire of ecstasy burned in his blood, blazing hotter as Miranda’s throat worked to swallow his seed.
“Jesus.” His erection popped out of her mouth, coated with saliva. “I guess we don’t need a condom after all.”
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she wobbled to her feet and smiled. A tiny little smile boasting of feminine satisfaction, as if she was mighty pleased with herself. “We weren’t ever getting to the condom part, babe. Wasn’t part of my dastardly plan.”
“Your plan involved getting on your knees, sucking my cock, and making me come?” When she nodded, he raised a mocking brow. “Then why’d you take off your leggings and panties?”
“So I could get myself off while I was carrying out the aforementioned dastardly plan.”
“I see.” He slanted his head. “And did you get yourself off?”
A sheepish smiled lifted her lips. “No. I totally got distracted.”
Seth checked the clock. “Well, we’ve still got two minutes left…”
“No way would I be able to come in two minutes.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Seth—”
He dropped to the floor, making her yelp as he grabbed one of her shapely legs and draped it over his shoulder. Her slick folds, pink and perfect, hovered directly over his mouth.
Licking his lips, he tilted his head to meet her eyes and said, “Challenge accepted.”