Page 12 of Seduction in Spades

Annnnd, all embarrassment has vanished. “Wish I could say the same about you, but you didn’t let me finish the blow job.”

The aqua color of his eyes darkens, and he moves his fingers, still inside me. I jerk my hips away, causing a smile to form on his lips. The man owns my body. I need to turn the tables. I slip my hands between our bodies and cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

Leaning into him, I run my tongue along his prickly jawline and nip at his earlobe. “If you don’t take a condom out of your back pocket and wrap your cock and show me your moves, I’m going to think you’re all talk and no action.”

It’s a cheesy line and totally false. He’s already proven himself to be chock-full of action. I would be one hundred percent satisfied if I didn’t already get a taste and a feel of his cock. There’s no doubt it will be a million more times satisfying than my pink bunny.

His smile falls and he draws his fingers out of me. I sigh in protest.

“I don’t have one on me.”

“Quite the tease then.” I try to hide my disappointment. I don’t have one in my purse because I wasn’t planning on hooking up with anyone.

Does that mean the same for him? The fact that he went to a dance club on ladies’ night unprepared is the nail in my emotional coffin. Or rather, maybe it’s the hammer that yanks out the final nail. Analogies are hard to come by after you’ve orgasmed your brains out.

“I have some upstairs.” He gently sets my feet down on the floor and helps to adjust my clothing.

“Another way to lure me into your lair?” I release his balls and stroke his cock, still as rock hard as it was when I had my mouth wrapped around it.

“You can wait for me here if you’d like.” He sucks my bottom lip between his as he stares into my eyes.

“Vertical is a favorite position of mine unless you think I’ll need a horizontal surface for the supposed sex we’re going to have.”

“Supposed?”

“I’ve been waiting all night. You’re stalling. Performance anxiety?” Goading him is fun because it doesn’t annoy him, and only makes him more playful.

“Maybe.” He skims his hands up and down my ribcage, his fingers spread wide, narrowly missing my erect nipples. Nipples that are begging for the return of his mouth.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Get naked while I get the condoms.”

“Condoms plural? Pretty sure of yourself, are ya?”

“I’m quite confident in myself. It’s you I worry about.”

I drop my jaw in shock. “Excuse me?”

“Sweetheart.” He jerks me into his chest and squeezes my ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so fast, and make you come all over my cock. And then I’m going to do the same from behind until you pass out from orgasm overload.”

“Is orgasm overload a thing?” I whisper into his mouth.

“We’re about to find out.” He releases me and rushes up the stairs, taking two at a time.

Hell, I’m definitely going to need to lie down for this one. I strip out of my jeans and toss them aside and lift my shirt over my head as I climb the stairs after him.

The rooms to the left are dark, but I see a band of light coming from the right. His bedroom is neat and sparse without being too minimalist. The king-sized bed frame is made of a dark wood that matches the flooring throughout the house.

The navy comforter is pulled up neatly, and four pillows are perfectly spaced against the headboard. A recliner and an end table sit in the corner by a bay window. Surprisingly, there isn’t any dirty laundry draped over the chair like it is in my apartment.

The bureau is void of clutter as well. Two small photo frames, but it’s too dark to see who is in the pictures.

He comes out of the adjoining bathroom and stills when he sees I followed him to his room. This could be crossing the line. He doesn’t seem the type to bring women up to his bedroom unless he’s in a relationship with them. Definitely not a woman he met only a few hours ago. A woman whose name he doesn’t even know.

“Worried about your legs giving out?” A confident smile tugs at his lips.

“My legs are in good shape.”

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