Page 93 of The Scandal You Started
He dared to open his eyes and found a faint crevice between Rayna’s brows.
“I won’t suck you off if you don’t want me to.”
Bloody woods, must she have worded it so?
He smiled tightly. “It is not that I do not want you to, but you…you do not have to.”
“I want to. But only if you want it too.”
Her hands had loosened around his girth, but damn all of Neves, her words nearly had him choking as if she were crushing him.
“I fear…” He paused and swallowed around his swelling tongue. “I fear if you put me in your mouth, I will never live as a sane man again.”
The worried crease vanished, and a slow, seductive smile blossomed on her lips. “How about we find out then?”
Shit.
“Ray—” The rushed breath of her name turned into a low, grated growl as she licked up the underside of him, from bollocks to tip.
He gasped, bliss slicing his lungs to ribbons, and his hands jerked out to anchor him to something.
Rayna’s hair.
The vixen moaned as she swirled her warm, wet tongue over the liquid leaking from him. “Good boy,” she purred, and stars skirted his vision. “Hold my hair for me.”
Dominic stared his doom in her pretty eyes and damn near whimpered for her to take him.
Her tongue followed a throbbing vein along the top of him as one hand massaged his balls. He couldn’t help it; his fingers dug into her hair tighter. She smiled like he’d done something to earn it as she spread her saliva along him in a kissing lick, but when she went to treat the rest of him with the same action, she froze.
“Oh, fuck.” Rayna’s stuttered exhale fanned over his cock, and he didn’t know whether to wish for a swift death or ask for it to last an eternity. “Look.”
Shaking down to the bone, Dominic forced himself to follow the direction of her gaze.
He stilled as his skin went up in flames.
Fuck. They could be seen. Everything.
Faint. Perhaps slightly distorted. But in the glass of the shower cubicle on his left, Dominic stared his reflection in the eyes before dropping to find Rayna looking at him through it. One hand around his dick, the other cupping the tightening sacks hanging below. On. Her. Knees.
“You can see us,” she whispered.
Forming words was no longer possible, so he nodded dumbly at the cubicle.
Her arousal had evidently spiked like his, because she groaned and abruptly closed her mouth around his crown, and he no longer knew where to look. The sensual painting of them in the glass. Or the real woman at his feet, trying to suck his soul from him.
“Rayna,” he rasped, watching the inches of his cock disappear past her lips down to her hand.
Bloody damn mother of Neves, her tongue was so warm and wet and impatient.
She pulled back, humming, and dragged her fist with her mouth. A groan escaped between his gritted teeth as she swallowed him again. And dragged. And swallowed. Dragged. Swallowed. Drag. Swallow, drag, swallow. Until the room spun, preventing him from staring at anything but her, and he couldn’t stop chanting her name.
“Rayna.” She slurped. He died a little bit more. “Rayna, Rayna. Sweetheart.” Her fist tightened, and he made a sound he didn’t recognise as himself. “Darling,please.”
She dropped her hand and tried to force down what she hadn’t taken before. Her eyes watered and rolled as she gagged, her throat convulsing around him. And he nearly went face-first through the brick wall of his climax.
Nearly. What worldly power saved him from doing so, he’d never know, but he’d thank it daily until the day he died.
Dominic yanked at Rayna’s hair, tearing her off him. He careened forward, gasping as she did the same, strings of saliva clinging to her lips as liquid dampened her lashes.
