One of the things he liked most about Stella was that she wasn’t shy, didn’t pretend to be coy about sex.
She liked sex, and she made no bones about showing it. Having her body pressed up against his made him ache, desperate to get her naked so he could touch her, taste her, and get inside her.
But he also knew she liked control. And when she slid her hands over his shoulders to take off his coat, rocking her pelvis against his hard-on, he was more than happy to let her have whatever she wanted as long as she kept touching him.
The thing was, though, he never gave up complete control, and she knew that about him as well. So when his coat dropped to the floor and his hands were free, he tangled his fingers in the thick softness of her hair, angling her head to the side.
He caught the slight curve of her lips before his mouth descended on hers. It was a hot, passionate kiss, one he’d been thinking a lot about since he’d seen her again. And now that they were finally alone, he could deepen the kiss, slide his tongue inside and taste her.
She moaned and reached for his shirt, clutching it in her hands, pulling it out of his pants, then palming his lower stomach.
“I like you touching me,” he whispered against her lips before moving down to kiss and lick her neck. He breathed in the scent of her—she always smelled like something intoxicating to him.
“I need to touch you, Trick. I want you naked.”
She snaked her hand down his abdomen and across the denim of his jeans. His breath rushed out when she palmed his erection and reached for his zipper.
And when she slid down his body, drawing his pants down his hips, all he could do was lean against the wall and let her have her way.
“Now,” she said, lifting her head to look up at him as she wrapped her hand around his cock. “What were you saying about someone sucking your dick?”
She was on her knees, a blonde goddess with silver dangling earrings, her blue eyes seeming to glitter in the darkness.
“The only lips I want around my cock are yours.”
Her lips tilted, her hand doing very distracting things to him. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He slid his hand over the silky softness of her hair. She tilted her head back, her sweet lips curving to smile up at him.
“I’m going to rock your world, Trick.”
She always did, and the anticipation of it tightened him as she continued to stroke his cock with easy, lazy strokes. Her hand was so much smaller, softer than his, but he definitely liked the feel of her hand around him. She took her time teasing him, rolling her thumb across the head, then lifting his cock up, pressing it against his belly and dipping her head down. And when she took his balls into her mouth, he couldn’t hold back the epic curse that spilled from his lips.
It was so goddamned good to feel his balls tucked into her hot, wet mouth, to feel her tongue rolling over his ball sac. He was steely hard and aching to explode, and she hadn’t even put his cock between her lips yet.
When she slid his balls from her mouth, he groaned.
She cupped them in her hands. “Yeah, you like that.”
He shuddered out a breath. “You know I do.”
“You like this even more.” She lifted on her knees, then took the tip of his cock and slid her tongue around the head, before engulfing him in her mouth, taking him deep.
He shuddered in a breath, mesmerized by her mouth. Watching her and feeling the way she took him in was magic. She knew him well, and she liked to take a long, slow journey when she sucked him. It was torture, but the best kind.
“Yeah, I like what you do, Stell.” He cupped the back of her head, thrusting into her mouth. He could come, but he didn’t want to spend what he had down her throat. Not when all he’d been thinking about was sinking into her and having those fantastic legs of hers wrap around him while he buried himself deep.
But this—this was so damn good he needed a few minutes of watching her. And goddamn it was hard not to lean back and let her go at it until he released. Because she could take him there so fast.
He finally pulled back, then lifted her, flipping her so her back was against the wall. He saw the challenge in her eyes.
“You take me right to the edge,” he said, before kissing her, sliding his fingers into the softness of her hair. She moaned against his lips and his cock brushed her hips. He moved his hand down, unbuttoning her jeans.
Damn tight jeans women wore, making it hard for a man to get his hands inside. While he sure appreciated the effect when he looked at her, it wasn’t making his job any easier. He tugged one side, then the other, finally sighing in frustration.
“Christ. Are these things glued on?”
She laughed. “I have every confidence you can get my pants off.”
“Never failed before.”
He struggled his way past the offending denim, finally dragging the jeans down her legs and off.
“The things you women go through,” he said, happy to see red silk panties.