Page 54 of Holding Out

“Jesus, Becca.”

“You don’t want to send me out in the world less than fully prepared to give really, really good head, do you?”

His cock surged against the zipper of his jeans.He dropped a hand to the denim-clad bulge and gave it a quick rub.Just to ease the throb brought on by the thought of being in her mouth.

It didn’t help.

Her eyes followed his hand, avid.

“I can help you out with that,” she said.

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Talk about blowing.The look on Griff’s face was blowing her mind.He must have had a zillion other women go down on him, but as she climbed off the couch and settled herself on her knees between his, he was watching her with the ultimateWhat did I do to deserve this?expression.Gratitude was so fucking hot.

She was looking forward to this.She trusted him not to do anything freaky without warning her, like yank her hair or push hard into her throat.And she had a thing for his cock.She loved the feel of it, the satiny texture over the swollen head and velvet just below, and the whole thing so unbelievably rigid under all that soft texture.The thick veins and the way the skin shifted a little under her hand ...

She was getting wet, thinking about it.Since when could she fantasize her way to ready?

Since Griff.

She unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, for the second time that night.He reached in and freed himself, and his cock jumped up at her like a jack-in-the-box.“Well, hello,” she said, and wrapped a hand around him.“You want to grab the arrow low on the shaft,” she said.

He bellowed a laugh.“I was wondering if you’d caught that.”

“You weren’t subtle.”

“I never realized how suggestive archery was until that lesson,” he said.“Or maybe it was just having the right student.”

She ducked her head and licked the smooth cap.There was a drop of pre-cum gathering at the slit, and she cleaned that up.Then she thoroughly licked him, all over the head, where the head dipped toward the shaft, down the length of his shaft.She made her tongue flat and strong and braced him with a hand behind so she could use a little more force without hurting him.He bucked his hips up from the couch appreciatively.

She wanted to see if she was doing okay, so she looked up at him, only to find him looking back down at her with so much heat and, yes, gratitude, that she felt a surge of her own wetness.“Griffin Ambrose, Ruiner of Panties,” she said.

He laughed, but it was kind of a dark half-laugh, half-groan.“Yeah?You’re wet because you’re going down on me?”

“Yeah.”

She was wet from before, anyway, but now she was considerably wetter, and yeah, she was surprised to discover it, but itwasbecause of this.It was turning her on to turn him on, and the better she was getting to know his cock, the more she appreciated it.The way it pulsed under her tongue and against her lips.How hot it was.The softness of his sac when she cupped it—

That pulled another groan out of Griff, so she played a little, fingers and tongue, and then she went back to licking the head, and then, because she was tired of waiting and shewantedit, she sucked him into her mouth.

His hips bucked again, and his abs went rigid.She peeked, and his eyes were closed, his head thrown back.Okay, then.She knelt up and took him deeper.A breath hissed out of him.Deeper, then.And why not,deeper.She felt him against the back of her throat, and she swallowed, letting her muscles caress him.

“Holy shit, Becca,” he growled.

She did it again.She moved up and down on him, still gripping him tight at the base, spiraling her tongue around his shaft, and, when she rose up on him, giving him extra attention all over the head.At the end of every stroke, she opened her lips wide around him so they nearly met her hand and let him push against the back of her throat.Not only did she not hate it, the sound he made every time, like air was being forced out of him, waskillingher.The next few times, she heard her own whimper, chasing his grunt.

He touched her hair.Tentatively.He was asking for permission, and she knew—sheknew—that he’d respect her wishes if she said no.Which made it so damn easy for her to say yes.She nodded, her mouth still full of him.He wrapped his fingers into the thickness of her hair, but he didn’t pull on her head.He just cupped his hand there and moved with her.His cock had grown even bigger in her mouth, which she wouldn’t have guessed was possible.

He was holding back, though.She could feel it, in the tension in his thighs and abs.What would it be like if hedidn’thold back?She slid a hand under his ass and tugged him up to her, and she got her answer, because he sort of lost it, then, in the best possible way.His hips jabbed toward her, his cock surging into her, and she discovered she could use her tongue and her throat muscles and her hands on his hips to control his speed and let him thrust into her mouth, and oh myGodthat was hot, her pussy was all liquid, her panties drenched, and she really needed another hand so she could rub down there and ease the clamor.

He knew, though.He reached down and cupped her through her jeans, and she rocked against his hand.Yes, that, and she squeezed, too, to try to get more friction and more pressure, and he made a broken noise.“Becca, I’m going to—”

He tried to draw back, but she held his hips and wouldn’t let him, and his cock jumped against her palate and he was coming, surges and spasms and the hot bitter taste of him in her throat.She was coming, too, whimpering against the fullness in her mouth, bearing down on his hand.

She let him slip from her mouth and rested her head on his thigh.His fingers moved gently through her hair.

She was still catching her breath when she heard the squeaky board at the bottom of the stairs creak.

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