Page 111 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
The only thing I could do was suck.
“This what you want, Little Liar? You want me to fuck this sweet mouth?”
I could feel the dare behind it.
A fire lit in my chest, and I lifted my face to him and mumbled, “Yes,” around his thumb.
I wanted to give him a sliver of the pleasure he’d given me. Make him come alive the way I’d felt when he’d looked at me like I could be his undoing.
Theo withdrew his thumb then reached up and snatched the back collar of his tee and pulled it over his head.
He tossed it aside.
The muted light crawled over his wide chest and cut abdomen. Every lean, defined edge of him as ruthless as his face.
His body was a grim canvas of horrors that he’d inked across his bronze flesh. His pecs were covered in what would be a gorgeous mountain scene—the mountains that surrounded Moonlit Ridge.
Only the horizon above the cragged peaks was darkened, demons possessing the air. The lake below howled with ghosts that wisped through the blackened waters.
The large moth with the outstretched winds stamped on the front of his throat seemed to rule over it all.
“Good, because that’s exactly what I’ve been dreaming about with my eyes wide open. Wanting you on your knees with those lips wrapped around my cock.”
He stared down at me as he pushed his jeans farther down his hips, freeing himself more.
My stomach twisted as I took him in. His thick, long penis bobbed as it bulged toward the ceiling.
“That’s where you have me. On my knees.”
And I didn’t know how I was ever going to get off of them.
Tension bound the air, so thick my lungs screamed as Theo inched forward.
He wound a hand in my hair, and he yanked back so my face was tilted up toward him.
Oxygen fled, and dizziness rushed in to take its place.
He gripped himself with the other, and he ran just the tip of his dick across my mouth.
My tongue darted out to lick him as he went, and the saltiness of his precum made my mouth water.
A groan rolled out of him. “Vixen. That’s what you are, isn’t it? Tempting me into mayhem? Into this thing that I can’t escape?”
It was him I couldn’t escape.
He nudged the head of his cock against my lips, and his voice twisted in that seductive cruelty. “Take it, Pipes. Show me what you’ve got.”
Anticipation burned.
Another rush of desire burned through me as I peered up at him, wondering what I’d gotten myself into as I wrapped one hand around his base and steadied myself on his thigh with the other.
Sure I was on a crash course with disaster.
Intensity blistered between us. That rigid jaw beneath his trimmed beard clenched with hunger.
I drew him toward me, and I never looked away as I swirled my tongue around his head.
I was spurred by his pleasured groan, and I drew him all the way in. Pulling him in so deep the way he was pulling me.
