Page 17 of Interception

“You were wearing that shirt in the photos from last night.”

“It’s about to be on your bedroom floor, so it really doesn’t fucking matter.”

Chapter Five

Zee

Coop kicks the door shut before backing me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine as his hands fist my hair. God, he tastes good. As much as I hate to admit it, my body has missed him this week, and right now, I don’t care about anything else but the pleasure he can tear from me.

“Bedroom.” His voice is dark and commanding between kisses. “Now.” As his lips caress my neck, I can barely think straight. “Zee, where’s the fucking bedroom?”

“I don’t know.” A knowing laugh escapes him.

“I haven’t even started yet, and you’ve already forgotten where your bedroom is. You really have been jonesing for me.” I swallow his words with my tongue. I pull him aggressively down the hall, stopping along the way to taste him, greedy in my unbridled desire.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to kick you out. Your mouth is here for one reason only, and it isn’t to talk.” There’s no quick comeback. The façade is gone as we stumble into my bedroom. Coop makes short work of my clothes, ripping my shirt open, letting the buttons scatter to the floor.

He throws me on the bed, standing back to let me watch him as he strips out of his clothes. The moment he teases me with the zipper of his jeans, I can see he’s not wearing any underwear. Fuck, those ‘V’ muscles that herald a path to nirvana are even more mouthwatering than they were in my dreams. My memory is a pale imitation of the real thing.

“Keep looking at my crotch like you want to devour it, and I might just let you.” My stomach starts to somersault at the thought of it. An hour ago, I thought he had slept with someone else last night, as is his right. I’m not his girlfriend, but the relief that I felt when he told me he hasn’t been with anyone since me was disconcerting. Now, the idea of taking his big, beautiful cock in my mouth and watching him fall apart beneath me seems somehow forbidden, naughty, and sexy as hell.

“Promises, promises, big boy.”

As his jeans slide to the floor, my pulse is racing at the sight of him naked and hard as steel for me. He stands, waiting for me to make the next move, scrubbing his hand over the scruff of his jaw without taking his eyes off me. The rise and fall of his chest tell me he wants this as much as I do.

“What do you want, Zee?” Running his thumb over his bottom lip, I’m mesmerized as he flicks his tongue out to wet the tip. My breath is ragged as I climb to the bottom of the bed, reaching out to bring him closer.

“Your cock.” He’s the perfect height for a standing blow job. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wrap my hands around his waist and pull him forward, taking his impressive girth into my mouth.

“Holy shit.” I love the low growl that escapes him as I take him deeper, letting my tongue caress his erection—steel encased in velvet-soft skin. His hands slide into my hair in an attempt to slow my pace, but I’m too hungry for him. “You’ve got to slow down, beautiful. I’m going to blow my load in three seconds flat if you don’t stop whatever you’re doing with your tongue right now.”

I pull away, staring up at him as I wipe my lips. “You don’t like my… technique?” I give him a wry smile, knowing full well that he was enjoying it a little too much.

“Your mouth is fucking magical, but I’d like to last longer than a sixteen-year-old with a fistful of lube and the centerfold of Playboy.”

“Maybe I want to have that effect on you.” I wrap my fist around the base of his cock, guiding the tip back to my lips. Flicking my tongue over the head of his cock, I train my gaze on him, his eyes transfixed by the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. It’s a powerful feeling to know that he’s lost in the pleasure I’m inflicting on his body at this moment.

As I pick up the pace, his groans become a roar.

“Jesus Christ. Slow down, Zee. You’ve got the suction of a fucking Dyson!” I double down, gripping his ass as I continue to work him hard. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop.” Instead, I moan in approval, knowing that it’ll send a vibration straight through his cock. I can feel his release pulsing, ready, and uncontrollable.

He looks so goddamn sexy when he’s on the brink of losing his mind. He throws his head back, shouting my name as he spirals out of control, crashing over the edge. Each warm spurt of cum fills me with satisfaction, knowing he couldn’t hold back and the pleasure was too much for him.

After letting him ride out the aftershocks, I release him, and he slumps down onto the bed, struggling to hold his body weight.

“Holy shit, woman. Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to. I guess I’ll need to see to myself now, too.” I’m happy to let him watch me while he catches his breath.

“Fuck that. Do you think one orgasm is going to stop me from licking every inch of your body? I’m already getting hard again just thinking about the taste of you.” My eyes drop to his cock, and sure enough, he’s sporting a semi. There’s nothing hotter than a guy who’s ready to go over and over again.

I shift up the bed before spreading my legs. “Better get to work then, champ.” He crawls onto the bed, stalking me, biting his bottom lip in a way that sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.

“Yes, ma’am.” Hell, he has the drawl of a southern gentleman, the body of a god, and the mind of a sexual deviant—he might be the perfect combination.

I’ve been dreaming of his mouth between my thighs all week, and the reality is so much better. He’s hungry for me—ravenous—kissing my folds as he would my lips, flicking his tongue over my clit until I can’t string together a coherent thought.

He sends me spiraling over the edge multiple times until I crave more. I need to feel him inside me.

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