Page 83 of Waltzing With Witches

By the time we reach the comm room, Abe is losing his mind. He flops into his chair and sets me down, but I’m done playing. I need him, even if he has things to do.

Slipping off his lap, I drop to my knees. “By all means, check what you need to check. I’ll be down here distracting you,” I say with a sultry wink.

His eyes flash with need as he watches me unzip his slacks and pull out that gorgeous, thick cock.

“Jesus, this is beautiful,” I murmur. He’s perfectly veined and so damn thick. I’ve never come as hard as I did with him earlier. When he never stops staring, I gesture to the control panel. “Didn’t you need to check on things, Abe?”

His fangs descend as he tears his gaze from me, punching a button on the comm keyboard. With a happy hum, I lean forward and trace a slow, teasing path around his cock head. He jolts and groans, big hips thrusting up toward my mouth.

“Morgan, this won’t work,” he snaps. “I can’t fucking concentrate.”

“Bet I could do it,” I snark.

He glances down at me with an arch of the brow. “Is that a challenge, witch?”

I don’t answer, wrapping my lips around his dick and sucking instead.

He snarls, head falling back as he brings one hand to the base of my neck, holding me tight. His hips move, thrusting gently into my mouth.

Precum beads at his tip, teasing me. But I want his orgasm, his bliss, his absolute pleasure.

“You’re not working,” I tease between playful bites along his rigid length.

“Can’t,” he mutters. “Too good.”

I arch a brow and nip at the tip of his cock. He jerks in the chair, hissing as he barks my name.

“Get up here,” he commands, pointing at the chair. When I try to slide onto his lap, he shakes his head. “You do the work, and I’ll distract you. And we’ll see if it’s truly possible for you to focus when I’m devouring you.”

Heat flares through me, but I drop into the chair and unbutton my jeans.

He stares at the juncture of my thighs. “Leave the tampon in, or we’ll be here all night.”

Grinning, I step my legs out wide, letting him look his fill.

“Hands on the keyboard,” he directs me. “Punch the following sequence into the middle keyboard—orange, blue, red, green. Then tell me what comes up on the screen.”

He sinks gracefully to his knees, but I can’t tear my eyes from the sight of him. His focus is entirely on my body, red eyes roving over my waist and thighs. Gripping my jeans, he pulls them gently down, tongue swiping over his lips when he’s got them around my knees. He pulls them down my legs and off, tossing them aside.

“You’re not working, witch.” His deadpan reminder gets me in gear. Turning to the keyboard, I punch in the color code he told me. Immediately, the closest monitor begins to light up with rows and rows of numbers. Squinting, I try, but can’t make heads nor tails of them.

But then warm lips close around my clit and tug softly. My body arches, a desperate cry releasing from my mouth. Without thinking, I run one hand through his hair and grip it. He chuckles and lifts his lips off me.

When I let out a grunt of distress, Abe chuckles. “What does the screen tell you, witch?”

I glance over at the data, which appears to be calculating. “Just a bunch of scrolling numbe—God! Oh God, don’t stop, please!”

His warm tongue swirls over my clit in soft circles. My body is on fire, sparks shooting down my legs and radiating from my core.

Abe groans, both big hands coming to my knees and holding me spread wide. His mouth and tongue move faster as he devours me, focusing entirely on my sensitive clit. I’ve always been crazy sensitive during my period. Every swipe of his tongue sends me crashing headlong toward complete bliss.

“Don’t stop,” I moan as he shakes his head from side to side, dragging his mouth over the top of my pussy.

When he lifts his gaze to mine, dark eyes flashing, I lose all control. There’s a tense, wild moment where my body freezes, then everything locks up and explodes. My back arches, release flooding from between my thighs as Abe groans and continues his torture.

Stars burst behind my eyelids, my senses dulling to nothing but the fast throb of my heart in my ears. There is nothing but the feel of his warm, wet touch and the alternating pressure of his lips and tongue.

My body jerks, but still he doesn’t stop his crazed, frantic attention to my clit. And the sounds coming from him are enough to force pleasure to build and crest again, a second, more powerful, orgasm overtaking me.

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