Page 76 of Look, Don't Touch

“Fuck, Hailey.” I palm myself through the expensive wool. I’m as full and as hard as I’ve ever been. “If I?—”

Her jaw drops open in invitation before I can even ask. The silk of her tongue lolls out of her mouth.

My heartbeat hammers as though I’ve gone twelve rounds. But my stupid fucking head shakes. “Because you want to. Not because you’re some goddamned surrogate.”

The flat of her tongue slips over her lips. She gulps and crawls to me. I’ve never been religious. With the slope of her shoulders, the hang of her covered breasts, the dip of her hips, and the swell of her ass swaying toward me, I begin to reconsider. She stops at the brace of my legs and straightens on her knees. Her brilliant eyes meet mine.

“Unfasten your pants.”

I’m the one who gives the orders. She follows them.

Usually.

My hands move to my belt. The leather sings in the quiet. Metal shrieks on metal. Her eyes stay on me. There’s no challenge in them, only a lusty reassurance. I need it because as ready as my cock is, my hands fucking shake. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything except all of her, and still, I’m terrified that her mouth around my cock will transport me back to hell. I’m afraid of my reaction, of hurting her out of self-preservation, out of instinct.

“Where are you, Arlo?” Her voice is lust soaked.

“I’m in your home.”

“Who are you with?”

“I’m with you, Hailey.”

“Yes, you are.” She scoots my hands away and slides my pants and boxers down. My dick falls free, bobbing in front of her face. “Yes, you are.” Her fingers heat the skin of my abdomen.

A heady sigh filters out of my throat, and my eyes threaten to roll back into my head. “Yes, I am.” This is nothing like anything I’ve experienced.

Her head comes closer. The smoothness of her cheek brushes the length of my shaft. A tremor skitters down my fucking legs. It’s pleasure. One hundred proof. Her mouth connects with my hip. It glides over my skin. She sprinkles my low belly with kisses, and I groan.

Gently, she trails them closer and closer to the base of my cock.

“Is this okay?” Her breath dances over my bare flesh.

Anticipation forces my lungs to work overtime. “Fucking God, it’s perfect.”

“Hailey,” she corrects. A smile pulls at her devilish lips.

“You are perfect, Hailey.”

Her gaze skitters to mine. I can’t look away. I don’t want to.

There’s so much in her eyes, in the gape of her lips. She licks them and opens just wide enough. I’m enveloped in the wet heat of her mouth. Inch by torturous inch. It’s the best goddamn torment of my life.

Hers is the first mouth on me. It’s wet and slick, and the suction. It’s all so right.

A fucking moan pours out of my lips as I hit the back of her throat, and then she sucks and pulls at my flesh. My hips flex. She answers my moan with one of her own. Her hands clamp around my base, and she pumps me and sucks me into her mouth.

Without permission, my head lolls back. My eyes close. I’m left with only feeling, and fucking hell, it’s amazing. I’ve dreamed of such pleasure and watched it unfold before me, but I have never felt something unique.

She removes her hand and thrusts my cock deep. I hit her throat, and she forces me deeper still. The soft sound of her gagging fills the corridor.

My abdomen tingles, and my hips lunge.

The things that leave my own mouth aren’t intelligible. They’re guttural sounds and gasps. Pleas and wails.

Not a minute in, and I’m fighting for control. My knees threaten to buckle.

“Hailey, you need to stop. I’m so close.” Already.

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