Page 49 of Hot Blooded
Suddenly it doesn’t matter that we’re in my living room with my brother sleeping little more than a few dozen feet away, because the second Tressa drops to her knees between my feet, all common sense flies out the window. I’ve wanted her all night.
She doesn’t waste any time undoing the front of my pants, or slipping her fingers beneath the elastic of my boxers to draw out my aching cock.
“Sweetheart,” I groan as she strokes me from base to tip. “You sure about this?”
I suck in another ragged inhale as Tressa’s gaze roams appreciatively over my manhood.
With a tender kiss to the swollen head of my cock, Tressa gives an eager nod. “Very sure.”
And then… uh… I forget how to speak. How to breathe, not that I need to do either right now.
I curl my hands into fists and watch, helpless, as sinful Tressa proceeds to give me the hottest blow job of my life.
Her right hand, curled around me moves in time with her mouth. And her mouth… good God. It’s hot and wet, and the suction feels incredible.
A desperate noise escapes me, and Tressa looks up, meeting my eyes with a look of warning.
“My apologies,” I mouth. “Please, continue.”
I need to be quiet and ensure I don’t wake Alastair. I certainly don’t want him wandering out here and interrupting this. This moment is perfect. And I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve this kind of treatment, but I’ll happily accept it.
With a deep inhale, I try to control my breathing, try to control the way my hips are lifting up off the couch to fuck her mouth, but I can’t control anything. I can’t last. And after a few more pleasure-filled moments of Tressa sucking on me like a cake pop—whatever the fuck that is—I let out a low groan.
“Sweetheart,” I warn. I’m dangerously close, but Tressa doesn’t heed my warnings.
She strokes and sucks until I erupt, swallowing me down like it’s nothing, while pleasure shoots through my veins.Fuuck.
I lean forward to kiss her forehead as Tressa gazes up at me. “That was incredible,” I tell her. She smiles at my compliment, and I reach down to stroke her breasts, pinch her nipples… more than ready to return the favor. Tressa lets out a little gasp of pleasure.
Footsteps in the hallway capture our attention.
I struggle to tuck my length back into my pants while Tressa turns as red as a tomato.
“Well done, Tressa,” Alastair comments as he stands in the hallway with a bottle of water, looking quite pleased with himself. “Bravo. Truly.”
Tressa makes a noise of horrific embarrassment and ducks her face.
“Jackass,” I mutter. “You can leave now.”
“I didn’t see anything, for the record,” Alastair says, waving a hand in our direction as he strolls down the hall and back toward the guest room. “Not much anyways.”
Chapter 26
Reign
I walk Tressa back up to my bedroom, needing to hold her tonight. Or maybe every night from now on. As we ascend the stairs, I lean on the banister, feeling suddenly weak. The clever girl catches it.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I lie.
“Reign,” she says, tone warning. “Tell me.”
I sigh, not wanting to bother her with it, but I suppose the conversation needs to be had.
“Well, you seemed so upset last week when I fed. I haven’t been sure what to do. So, I may have… gone without this week.” I push open the large wooden door to the bedroom as Tressa slips past me.
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to do that. I wasn’t sure either. I’m being stupid. This is your health. Obviously you need to feed. I just wish…” she trails off.
