Page 7 of One More Night

Holy Mary, mother of—

“Problem?” He cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowed.

I fail to keep my gaze from returning to the weapon he packs between his thighs. This is going to hurt. No doubt about it.

“No problem.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips on instinct.

I realize what a grave error that was when his cock bobs, his lips parted ever so slightly as he sighs. “Careful.” He reaches for me, my heart pounding mercilessly in my chest as he sets gentle fingers beneath my chin and coaxes my head up. “You keep wetting those lips of yours and I might just see how easily I can slide something between them.”

I lock gazes with the man and slowly, sensually, touch the tip of my tongue to my bottom lip.

I’m unstoppable, it seems.

Jordan bends, his arms darting around me and under mine so that he can place his hands flat against my ass to scoot me forward. My legs fall off the end of the bed between his, my knees bent so that my feet can rest on the floor.

“Hands clasped behind your back.”

I do as I’m told, the action forcing me to lean forward slightly. I peer up at the raw embodiment of power that stands before me and admire the way his thick chest rises and falls. He keeps his chin high, peering down over his cheekbones at me. The stance is all dominance and arrogance, and fuck I love it.

“Lean forward.”

I go as far as my body allows. The further I lean, the closer my face gets to his impressive length. An amused rumble sounds from above me, strong hands taking hold of my shoulders.

“Impress me.”

Two words, and I’m ready to worship at this man’s temple. I don’t know what it is about him that has me dying to please him. Perhaps the fantasy that’s tied to his memory? The man having haunted my dreams and desires for the better part of seven years now. Or perhaps it’s simply him? The way he commands the room without the slightest inflection of doubt in his mannerisms.

Whatever his game is, I’m one willing participant.

He’s confident and acutely aware of his appeal. He’s exactly as I dreamt he would be.

I push myself forward the final inch, tilting my head back as I open my mouth so that I can ease his cock inside. A groan falls from his lips as a bead of sweet precum falls from the head of his erection. I seal my lips around the tip, sucking that droplet greedily, hoping for more. The velvet feel of his flesh on my tongue as I take him again, the rigidity of his length as I feed him deep … I grow wetter by the second.

I’m in heaven, and we’ve only just begun.

His fingers thread through my hair, guiding me as I take him deep and then create a vacuum with my lips to pull off him hard. He moans as I repeat the action; the slightest flex of his hips tells me he wants more.

I push deep enough to gag, the muscles in my throat closing tight around the head of his cock before I slip him free and take a breath.

“Don’t stop now,” he purrs. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

Hell to the no.

I make a point of holding his eye as I lick my lips and then drop my gaze to the job at hand. His length pulses thick and heavy, asking to be sucked like a goddamn lollipop. I seal my lips around him once more and push to the edge of gagging again, bobbing back and forth until I’m sure he can’t take any more. His fingers tighten in my hair, the pull painful as I surprise him with a couple of deep thrusts, making myself gag again. Yet the more I do it, the less uncomfortable it seems.

His moans, coupled with the punishing grip he has on the back of my head, spur me on. The sound of his satisfaction is my encouragement as I suck and push onto his thick cock until he’s begging me for damn release.

“That’s it, you dirty little bitch. Suck it hard. Suck the cum right out of me.” His words are growled through a clenched jaw, his legs tight as he thrusts his hips toward me.

I’ve never swallowed before. Never wanted to. But as his cock swells and pulses, warning me of what’s to come, I do what I never have. I push down hard on his cock, taking him right to the back of my throat as he comes. Hot and salty, his cum floods the back of my throat. I swallow frantically in an effort to keep up and save from gagging again, the action of my muscles at work seeming to push him harder. He growls, his grip tight in my hair as he pulses the last of his release down my throat.

I have tears streaking my cheeks and what I’m pretty sure is lockjaw, but I’ve also got the stupidest smile on my face as I pull back and lick my lips clean.

“Impressed?” I lift both eyebrows and smile.

He takes a staggered step back, wicked intent in his eyes as he gives his cock one last pump with his hand and smears the last of his cum across the tip with his thumb. “Consider me sold.” He jerks his head to the side. “Now flip the fuck over and stick that ass in the air.”

I can’t move fast enough. My knees balance on the edge of the mattress, my pussy on full display for him as I lean my shoulders down into the bedding, head twisted to one side.