I removed my mouth and fisted my fingers around him, sliding up and down. “Because I’ve watched you for months. I know your personality more than you think I do.”
I wet my lips with my tongue before diving back down. One hand working the base while I swirled my tongue around much of the soft, hard flesh. Sucking, licking, bobbing up and down.
It didn’t take long before his hands tangled in my hair. His hips joined in, thrusting up, trying to get more of his dick inside my hot mouth.
I let go of him and let him take control. Fucking my mouth, pushing past my gag reflex, groaning when my throat tried to eject him.
My jaw started to get tired, but I didn’t do anything, just let him continue to face fuck me as I tried to suck the life out of him.
“Fuck!” His hips bucked up as he pushed my head down, forcing him deeper into my throat as he released stream after stream of come down my throat.
I choked, gagging around him, but he held me there until he dropped back down to the chair, his muscles finally shedding the tension that had taken over.
Swallowing around him, I pulled back, sucking until he popped from my lips.
His eyes were closed, chest heaving when I pushed on his thighs and stood. I smiled down at him, taking in his jelly-like posture.
It was empowering to see him like that, knowing I’d brought down an elite killer with the power of my mouth. There was a smile on my face in the mirror when I walked into the bathroom and wet a washcloth to clean my face.
“Lacey?”
I turned back to him, still in the position I left him, as I wiped all the saliva and escaped drops of come from around my mouth. “Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
I froze and stared at him as I lowered the towel and blindly sat it by the sink.
Two small words that in my old life I was used to using and hearing multiple times a day. But hearing him say them, to me, after all the time we’d been together, made my chest clench.
There was no thought, just my body taking me back to him. Leaning over, I stroked his face with my fingers before pressing my lips to his.
When I pulled back, his eyes opened. I thought there might be some emotion there, but if there was, he’d buried it.
Nothing but empty brown eyes that gave nothing away.
Another four hours later, after grabbing some lunch and Six’s tension growing again, I couldn’t take it anymore and jumped in the shower.
It was the only thing that got me out of the same space as him and helped me to relax some.
Six wasn’t the only one nervous. Meeting with Jason, the one who may have been responsible for all of our near death experiences, had my stomach in knots.
I put on a strong face, because I knew how I ended my time on earth. However, with everything that was going on, I wasn’t certain anymore that Six would be the one to do me in.
Three Cleaners down made all the rest of them nervous.
And nervous killers weren’t a good thing.
Stepping out, I patted down and began to wrap a towel around me and walked out. I was expecting him to still be sitting, leg bouncing, waiting for the phone to ring. Instead, he stood in the middle of the room. Dark eyes stared at me as I looked down.
I’d been so distracted by him standing that I didn’t even notice his lack of clothes or the hard dick pointed right at me.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, heat flooding me and my pussy clenching.
I hadn’t even gotten my towel all the way on when he grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up. A scream ripped from me, but before it went for more than a beat, I was thrown down onto the bed.
My eyes were wide, staring at my attacker and nearly fucking coming from the absolutely powerful, dominant energy radiating off Six.
I watched in rapt fascination as he crawled onto the bed and tore my thighs apart. Not that I gave any resistance.
He dove down, settling between my legs. His tongue swiped up my slit making me jump when the tip flicked my clit.
“Shit!”
Spreading my lips, he shoved his mouth against my pussy, trying to fucking devour me.
Fuck.
Sex was usually a wham-bam thank you ma’am kind of event with him. Rough, passionate, and base instinct.
Eating me out had only happened once or twice since the first night when I cried out Simon.
My nails scratched his scalp, fingers tangling in his hair as I held him close, riding my pussy across his face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as my thighs shook.
The suction on my clit had me screaming and thrusting my hips in the air. A shuddered cry left me and I bit onto my hand to stifle my moans.
“Stay,” he said as his arms wrapped around my legs, holding me to his face.
My eyes rolled back, mouth open. Too much, it was too much.
I fell apart screaming, but he didn’t stop. He continued on, easing me down as I relaxed back to the bed.
Wet trails of his saliva and my come were left on my skin as he nipped and kissed his way up my abdomen. When he reached my lips, there was no pause, no fumbling, just hot, hard cock pressing into me.
My sensitive pussy clamped down, a mewl leaving me.