Page 75 of Pulse
Troy’s brows pull together as I drop to my knees. Once I’m looking up at him through my lashes, his eyes darken. I take the elastic off my wrist and pull my hair out of my face.
His cock is hard, already ready for me.
“Will you come in my mouth?” I ask. “I want to taste you.”
“My God, Doll. Are you fucking kidding me?”
I giggle and wrap my hand around the base. Holding his gaze, I squeeze my way to the top. A bead of pre-cum dots the head, and I swipe it away with my thumb.
His eyes widen as he watches. His jaw is slack with anticipation.
I wipe my thumb slowly across my bottom lip, leaving a trail of his taste behind. Troy inhales deeply, not missing a beat.
“Remember how I once told you I was getting you right where I wanted you?” I ask.
He nods.
“This is where I wanted you.” I lick the saltiness off my lip and then rise on my knees. “I want to do a good job for you. You have to tell me what you like.”
“I’m not sure there’s a damn thing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like.”
Granules of sand dust the floor and they dig into my knees, but nothing will deny me this pleasure. I drag the backs of my fingers lightly up Troy’s length, listening to him hiss in response.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he says.
I gaze up at him, flicking the tip of his cock with my tongue. The hunger in his eyes makes me wet. My thighs are coated with my juices—that’s how turned on I am and I’ve barely started.
“I’m so wet right now,” I say, laughing before placing kisses all over him. Some are quick pecks, others are wet, sloppy ones. I mix it up to keep him guessing.
“You’re always wet.”
“Have you seen you?”
He chuckles, the sound cut short by a hiss as I lick my way from his balls to the tip of his cock in one slow, continuous motion. He cups my tits and squeezes them. His cock swells in response.
“Is someone over there?” a voice calls from the distance.
Troy looks over his shoulder as I take him down my throat. He grips the railing to keep himself steady, huffing a breath as he shudders.
“Hello?” the voice calls again. “Is that you, Landry?”
“Hey,” Troy calls, the words tight as I suck my way up, flicking the head, and then slowly take him deep again. “No, this isn’t Lincoln.” He lowers his voice. “Damn you.”
I giggle, grabbing his balls with one hand, and pumping his shaft with the other.
“I’m sorry,” the man says. “Who are you?”
“I’m a part of Lincoln’s security. We’re doing some maintenanceover here.”
The sentence ends an octave too high as I suck the head like a lollipop.
“Yeah, yeah,” the neighbor says. “I know Grey. We shoot the shit sometimes.”
“Yeah,” Troy replies, sucking in a breath. “Yeah, that sounds like Grey.”
He grips both sides of my head and holds me in place.
My spit slides down his cock, dripping over my hand and onto my chest. I look up at him, running my tongue over the head, and wait for him to tell me what to do.
