She made no move to stand. Pain.
There was so much pain in his voice.
She wanted to take it away and appease her own curiosity in the process.
“Look.” He sounded a little desperate now. “Earlier in the hallway, you had your legs wrapped around my waist.
Then I almost fucked you through the wall of the guest room.” Another halfhearted tug at her hair. “The last seven hours, I watched you sleep in nothing but a bra and those ridiculous tights or whatever you call them. I’m just strung a little tight where you’re concerned. Would you, please, just stand the hell up?”
Giving in to an impulse, she leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek against his erection, before planting hot, openmouthed kisses along the bulge.
“Jesus Christ.” He pressed closer with his hips. “You have to stop.”
Sera was beyond listening. Her fingers unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper before he made a more solid attempt to stop her. Seconds later, she’d freed his heavy arousal. The first time she gripped him in her hand, he hissed a vile curse. Paying close attention to his face, she stroked him up and down, running a thumb over the head with each upward stroke, the way she’d seen him do last night in the stairwell.
“You want to jerk me off, baby?
Fine.” Sweat had started appearing on his forehead. “But don’t you dare put me in that innocent little mouth. I’m warning you, I won’t be able to keep myself from fucking it until you know what I taste like.”
The tingle between her legs graduated to a relentless ache. If he thought his warning would stop her, it had the opposite effect. Knowing he teetered on the edge of losing control because of her made her feel bold. Defiant.
Drunk on the feeling, she leaned forward and licked the underside of Bowen’s erection, root to tip. Then she lowered her mouth over the hard flesh as far as she could.
And sucked.
Holy, holy shit. I’m going to die.
Please, for the love of God, just let her finish me off first.
Thoughts, warnings, that conflicted with the indescribable pleasure he was getting from Sera’s mouth tried to bombard him. He blocked them as best he could, but some of them made it through. He’d meant what he said to her.
The day had been jam-packed full of sexual frustration, something he’d never dealt with, not ever, and now her perfect fucking mouth threatened to cut the strings holding his control in place.
With her head in his hands, the monstrous urge to thrust into the heat of her mouth battered his conscience. He could hear words falling from his lips that made no sense, belonged to no particular language. Or maybe he’d just been saving them for her, stored in some corner of his mind. A language solely reserved for Sera. That theory made him feel like slightly less of an asshole. It reminded him she was special. Not some girl he could prop against the wall and push too deep.
This could be her first time on her knees for a man, and he wouldn’t fuck it up. No, it was her first time. He could see it in the gorgeous brown eyes that watched him, making sure she did it right. Reassure her. I need to reassure her.
“Anything, everything, all of it. It’s perfect, sweetheart. You’re so fucking perfect.”
At least, that’s what he thought he said. It might have come out sounding more like Swahili. Oh God, oh God, it didn’t feel like her first time. She was sucking him so hard, he felt his soul dislodge and settle into a new spot. How could she look up at him so innocently, when her mouth worked him like the baddest girl he’d ever met? The contrast was blowing his mind, shooting him into a different realm. He wouldn’t lie to himself anymore. His no-virgin rule obviously hadn’t been created with Sera in mind. Not a single one of his rules had. Her lack of experience turned him on. It meant all those moments could, would, belong to him. No one else. Sure, that made him a greedy bastard, but he was beyond help.
She slowed down a little, letting him slide in deeper than he’d gone before. A strangled noise escaped him, abdomen tight, thighs quaking. His hands moved of their own accord, tangling in her hair.
“Baby, baby, please. Can you take a little more? Just a lit— ahhh fuck.”
He almost came then and there, without warning, but managed to reel himself back as much as possible. Not much longer and he’d lose it, though.
She’d started making little humming noises in the back of her throat, shooting vibrating heat straight into his belly, his balls. Her hands joined the party then, both of them, riding his slick cock in time with her mouth.
The rush started, the dizzying buildup.
He’d never gotten there so fast. How unfair was that when for the first time, he didn’t want it to end? “I’m going to come, Sera. Take me out of your mouth.”
More painful words were never spoken.
But the pain never came because she took him deep. Her hands slid around to his ass, fingernails digging into his flesh, tugging him close as her mouth pulled, licked, sucked.
His control evaporated with the oncoming
release,