Page 98 of Knockin' Boats
I flicked my gaze up, finding his face as tight as his thighs.
“How badly do you want to fuck my mouth right now?” I teased.
“You’ve got no idea,” he gritted out.
But I did. Memories of last night flashed into my head, of the way Ash had taken me so eagerly. Time to make him feel just as good.
I parted my lips, sinking down and enveloping him in my mouth.
Suddenly, it seemed I had twice as many teeth as usual. I didn’t know how Ash made this seem so effortless when he’d gone down on me.
Ash’s fingers threaded through my hair, and he rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper. Until I gagged. He pulled back to let me gasp for air. Then pushed in again.
My breaths didn’t want to sync up with his thrusts, and my teeth kept getting in the damn way, but Ash was moaning and cussing like I was giving him the best blow job of his life, so I must have been doing something right.
I fell into a lust fog, my whole world narrowing to the thick dick stretching my lips and the moans of the man telling me I was doing good.
Until my own dick pulled at my attention, begging for touch.
I reached into my shorts, grasping my hard, needy length with my own moan of pleasure.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Fucking come with my dick in your mouth. That’s so hot.”
My phone rang, cutting sharply through the sounds of our ragged breathing.
I tried to ignore it, but it rang again.
And again.
Fucking fuck.
Ash pulled back. “You need to get that?”
“Yeah,” I rasped as I checked the screen. “Sorry, it’s work and Hudson’s gone, so…”
“Sure, of course.”
I answered the phone. “What is it, Heath?”
“I can’t work tomorrow,” he said. Well, slurred would be more appropriate. “Not feeling well.”
Not feeling well, my ass. The man was drunk again.
“You’ve got an early tour tomorrow.” He’d only been moaning and groaning that he wanted that shift. “You sure you can’t sober up and make it in?”
“Gonna be out all week,” he said, sounding mutinous. “I’m not drunk. I got something contagious.”
“Are you shitting me right now?” I growled.
Ash started to tuck his dick away, but hell if I was going to letHeathruin my first time blowing a guy. I grabbed hold of his dick, stroking lightly. Ash’s eyes widened a fraction, then darkened, and a sinful smile tilted his lips.
While I talked to Heath, Ash fucked my fist. He met my gaze with his hot one right before he stripped off his shirt, leaving him naked before me. His furry chest rose and fell as he panted for breath.
I followed the trail of light golden hair from his pecs to his flexing stomach. On instinct, I lurched forward, pressing an open-mouth kiss beneath his navel.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
Damn. His needy tone made my balls ache.
