“I wasn’t sure if you wanted that.”
“Eh. If I can deal with the fact that Lovey’s sleeping with my best friend, she can deal with me having you there.”
“I suppose. Um. You could stay here. I know my bed’s not that big, and Marc doesn’t sleep well in Lovey’s bed, and you have a game tomorrow, but—”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said with fervent relief.
Her insides went all hot and soft. “Okay, then.”
And she led him down the hall to her room.
He closed the door while she turned on the lamp beside the bed. She watched him look around, taking in her room—clothes piled on the chair, more hanging out of the hamper, papers and books strewn across her small desk, running shoes and gym bag sitting on the floor in a corner. “Good to know you’re not a neat freak.” The corners of his mouth lifted as he turned his attention back to her.
“Why is that good?”
He moved toward her. “My slob tendencies won’t drive you crazy.”
She reached behind her to undo the necklace. “Maybe it would be better if one of us was a neat freak. If we’re both slobs, we could create quite a disaster and neither of us would care.”
His smile stretched wider and he turned her so he could undo the zipper of her dress. “You look really sexy tonight. I love this dress.”
Her cheap black dress. And he loved it. Emotion swelled up huge inside her. As he pushed the dress down her arms and let it drop to the floor, she turned to face him. “Thank you.” She framed his face with her hands and gave him a long, deep kiss. He shrugged out of his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt while she worked on his pants.
The urge to sink to her knees in front of him was powerful. She’d never done that for any guy, ugly memories always surfacing and making that position repugnant. But for some reason, here and now, she wanted to do it, she wanted to give that to Duncan. He gave her so much.
She lowered herself to the floor in front of him, licking her lips. “I want to do this.”
“Christ.”
She worked his pants and boxers off as he tossed his shirt aside. His cock there in front of her was amazing and beautiful, powerful and delectable. She curled her fingers around him and stroked, heat building inside her.
“Aw fuck, Amber, baby.” He reached for her hair and drew it behind her head, holding it there. She glanced up at him to see him watching with hot eyes. “Lick me. Suck me.”
“Mmm.” She tasted the smooth head, swirled her tongue around and around, licked him up and down. Then she took him into her mouth, loving the thick weight of him on her tongue. She breathed in his male scent and her other hand went around to grip his muscular ass.
She closed her eyes and slid her mouth up and down his shaft, losing herself in the feel of him, the taste of him, his low groans of pleasure. She sucked hard, then drew off and gently sucked the tip.
“Oh yeah. That’s fuckin’ amazing.”
His fingers tightened in her hair and tingles cascaded from her scalp down her spine, sensation pooling between her legs. She caressed his thighs with both hands, using her fingernails to lightly scratch up the inside of them, and his body twitched hard. His cock swelled in her mouth. Then she grabbed his butt again and moved her mouth on him. Delicious. Exciting. Intoxicating.
Her own arousal rose, her * aching and clenching, her nipples tingling in the cups of the bra she still wore. Duncan released her hair to unfasten the strapless bra and pull it off, then he cupped her breasts and tugged her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Streams of pleasure flowed to her core.
Getting more adventurous, she touched his balls, running her fingertips over the soft surface of the plump globes.
“Yeah, love that. Lick me. Lick my balls.”
She slowly withdrew him from her mouth. Another quick look up at his face showed her his arousal, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his lips parted, his cheeks wearing a flush of color. She was glad he’d told her to do this, happy to know he’d like it, because she wanted to do it.
She held his cock up with one hand, cupped his balls with the other, and ran her tongue over them. The faint, salty taste of his skin pleased her and he groaned, again fisting his hands in her hair to hold it back. She was pleasing him too.
She licked and sucked and toyed with him, kissed his groin, then his lower belly and then took him into her mouth again.
“I’m close, baby. C’mere. Wanna fuck you. Make you come too.”
He lifted her to her feet and she pouted. “I wanted you to come.”
A ragged sound tore from his throat. “You’re killing me. Really?”
“Yes.” She blinked.
“We can do that. Another time. God, yeah. Right now though, I wanna be in your hot little *.”
He drew her toward the bed and fell with her onto it. The headboard cracked against the wall. She winced.
“Oops. You think Easton heard that?”
“Um. Maybe.”