Page 22 of The VIP Package

“What?” My voice slips out hazy and breathless. I’m dizzily swirling my tongue at the base of his cock, struggling to make sense of his words. “Is that a clever word for coming?”

“Pick up your legs.”

“What?” Jesus, I’m close. Colors blur at the edge of my vision. “What are you?—”

“Lift your feet off the floor, Camille.”

“But then you’ll be holding my full weight on your—oh!” I pitch forward as Ash yanks my legs out from under me. I nearly impale my own throat on his cock but manage to brace myself on his thighs.

Then something magical happens. Ashton shoves off with one foot, sending us spinning. Stretching my legs out behind me, I yelp and go full-on Supergirl.

That’s if Supergirl flew with a tongue between her legs, and why wouldn’t she? She’s fucking Supergirl.

“Oh my God.” I’m groaning and laughing at the same time. No small feat, while I’m still sucking Ashton’s cock. “We’reflying.”

“Indeed.” He tongues me some more, then gasps as I drag him to the back of my throat. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”

We keep spinning in circles, weightless and mindless and moaning between each other’s legs. He’s managed to find the stirrups with his feet, so we’re completely suspended now. There’s some kind of ball socket hooked to the ceiling, and I’m certain it’s built to hold our combined weight. I may not know Ashton Holyfield well, but I have no doubt the man would make sure a sex swing could hold two people. Probably three.

Gravity stops existing. We spin in a blissed haze of mouths and tongues and fingers. Of soft pressure and gentle suction. We’re twirling through space on a cloud of shared pleasure.

“Ash,” I warn as spots dance through my field of vision. “I’m close.”

He makes a guttural sound as I slurp on the head of his cock. “Stop right fucking now if you don’t want a mouthful.”

Is he kidding? There’s nothing I want more than to swallow him down, to feel him explode on my tongue. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as the first blast of orgasm hits me.

“Fuck!” I’m spinning and flying and coming so hard I can’t see.

Then Ash makes a sound like somebody’s ripping his soul from his body. His cock starts to pulse and I swallow him down as my own climax goes on and on.

We’re still spinning slowly as we both come down.

Ash drops his feet to the floor, and I do the same. “Holy shit.” I should peel myself off his body, but I’m not sure my legs work. “Are you still alive down there?”

“Please.” He chuckles and nips the inside of my thigh. “I could do this all night.”

That wouldn’t surprise me at all. The man’s superhuman, that’s all there is to it.

Somehow, I manage to lurch to my feet. Gripping the straps overhead, I extricate myself gracelessly from the world’s most intense sixty-nine. I peer down at Ashton, whose chin now resembles a glazed donut.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” He pulls himself into an upright position, not wiping his face at all. “Was the experience what you expected?”

That experience so far exceeded my expectations that I no longer recall what they were. “I’m still seeing stars and I can’t feel my hands. Is it possible to die of bliss?”

“We have an excellent physician on staff,” he replies. “Shall I summon her back to the resort?”

“Only if she knows how to keep this sensation going forever.”

Ashton smiles and I swear it’s like the sun just came out. Cool blue eyes dart to the ceiling, then back to me. “Well then,” he says dryly. “I’ll inform the maintenance team this unit has been thoroughly tested.”

Ashton leaves ten minutes later,declining to stick around to cuddle. Not that I invited him. Not that I expected him to be the snuggly sort. Whatever’s between us is purely sexual, and I’ll be gone tomorrow anyway.

Having time to myself in this luxury suite gives me a chance to catch my breath. To take a long bath in the gigantic tub and assess the last thirty-six hours of my life.

I feel like a failure.

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