Sinful Longing

She arched an eyebrow, her unsaid question clear. Have you done this before?

He shook his head. “No. They know because I like to be able to focus at times. And when I need to focus—ah, fuck. Could you just lock it so we can get to the good part?”

She laughed and practically vaulted over the chair and table to flip the latch on the door. When she turned around, he’d pushed his pants to his knees and was stroking himself. Her mouth watered as he worked his fist slowly up and down the length of his gorgeous shaft.

“Don’t do that,” she said as she stared at him, so turned on by the sight of the man’s hand wrapped around his hard-on. “I want it all. I want all of you in my mouth. All to myself.”

“You can have all of my dick anytime you want,” he said, and in seconds she was on her knees, licking the head. They groaned at the same time, their sounds making it clear how much they both wanted this. She glanced up at him as he watched her draw his cock into her mouth.

“I definitely accept your apology now,” he said with a light laugh then threaded his fingers into her hair, pushing it all over to one side so he had a perfect view of her face.

She flicked her tongue along the hard length of him as she sucked.

“You can cancel on me anytime,” he said.

She grinned even with her mouth full, then her smile vanished as he groaned louder and gripped her hair with both hands. There was no time for smiling or laughing with his cock all the way in her mouth. All she cared about was making him feel good, because he’d only ever made her feel amazing. Beautiful. Craved.

She wanted him to feel the same. She drew him in deep, opening her mouth wide but sucking hard, the way he liked. Friction, lots of friction, and speed. She’d only done this to him once before, in a bathroom at a Japanese restaurant off the Strip one night after they’d finished an appetizer of edamame and were waiting for their sushi. He’d come hard and fast, and she’d loved it. But not as much as she loved it now—on her knees, in his office, with the stunning view of Las Vegas splashed behind them.

“Suck me harder,” he urged in a heated whisper, and she couldn’t resist. She loved that he was vocal and direct. That he told her exactly what he liked. She moved faster, cupping his balls in one hand, playing with them as she licked, sucked, and aimed to steal every last breath from his lungs with a blow job that would blow his mind.

“Ah,” he said on a moan. “Like that. Just like that. I fucking love it when you do that.”

She knew what he meant, so she moved her hands faster across his balls, gently tugging as she showed him how incredibly much she loved his cock. Heat blasted through her like a rocket. She was so goddamn turned on from blowing him. Another pair of panties melted—wetness pooled between her legs, and she ached. Her sex pulsed with need. She could practically come like this. She rocked her pelvis as he fucked her mouth. Her hips moved back and forth because she wanted to be riding him so badly. But she wanted this more—all of him between her lips.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. So fucking deep,” he said as his fingers gripped her skull, and he kept her head firmly in place.

Faster and harder, more frenzied than ever, she sucked his cock, imagining him as king of this town, presiding over partnerships, striking deals and making decisions, but here, for these few moments in his office, she controlled all of this man’s pleasure. With her mouth. With her tongue. With her lips.

With her ravenous appetite for him. With her bottomless desire to touch him, to taste him, to feel him.

He groaned louder, and rocked up into her mouth. A quick, hard thrust. Then another. He was starting to lose control, fucking her mouth harder than he ever had before. She nearly gagged.

But she didn’t, because she needed his pleasure desperately. Had to give it to him. Had to take him deep.

He shuddered, grasped her head as if holding on for life, and grunted. There were no words left to say. Only feelings. Only pleasure. Only release. She swallowed every last drop of him then licked his cock up and down before letting go and meeting his eyes.

“Can I come over tonight?”

*

There was only one answer.

Still, he wanted to know something. Pulling her up on his lap, he adjusted her skirt so she straddled him. “You said you kind of freaked out. Why did you freak out?”

She gulped. Pushed her hair—slightly messy from his hands—away from her cheek. She looked him in the eyes. “Because I like you.”

Oh hell. There it was. His heart hitched a ride on a hot-air balloon, sailing away to the sky. He was hopeless with her. “I like you, too,” he said, looping his arms around her and planting a quick kiss on those wickedly talented lips. “Does that scare you?”

“To like you? Or that you like me, too?” she asked.

He smiled. “Both.”

She nodded. “Both scare me.”