Page 81 of Next Time I Fall (Excess All Areas 2)

She traced a trail over his chest, studying his ink. “Thank you for telling me that.”

“You deserve to know. And plus, I stand a better chance of you putting those delicious lips on my cock if you know.”

Cerys grinned and moved down his body.

“Be gentle. I’m a really easy trigger right now. And Little Jase is all kinds of happy to finally get properly acquainted.”

Cerys bit her lower lip, then grinned. “Did you just call your dick Little Jase?”

“You don’t like it, you can call it whatever you like, as long as you keep going in whatever direction you were headed.”

Jesus Christ.

Okay.

Cerys wasn’t sure what to look at first. The bold lines of ink over his shoulder, around his side, over his hip. The way his muscles tapered to his groin. How his abs tensed when she gripped him in his hand, or how much there was to hold. Thick and long and oh, so very hard.

For a moment, she simply stroked him, a slow back and forth accompanied by the thud of Jase’s head hitting the headboard. His hands fisted and released against his side.

Leaning forward, she licked the small bubble of pre-cum, savouring the taste of him.

“Fuck. Me.” Jase threaded his fingers into her hair but didn’t tug or pull.

She ran her tongue along the ridge of his head, along the deep vein on the underside. Sometimes she’d flick, sometimes she just let her flattened tongue drag.

“You’re killing me, babe. But it’s a pretty fucking awesome way to die.”

The gruffness in his voice rumbled through her, made her ache for him all over again.

Slowly, with her eyes focused on his, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked more of him into her mouth.

The intensity in his eyes caught her breath as she pulled her lips off him.

“Do that again,” he commanded.

And she did. A slow acceptance of him until he was deep enough to touch the back of her throat, and a lazy withdrawal.

“Again.”

She did.

“Fuck. Faster, Cerys.”

She did.

“Ah, suck it hard.”

She did. It shouldn’t get her so hot, to watch him, so focused on her eyes and her mouth. To hear him give orders. To taste him as arousal grew. To feel him twitch and harden.

The fingers wrapped in her hair tightened with a gentle tug.

“Yeah. Suck it like that,” he groaned.

His hips began to move, a limited back and forth, but the hand that wasn’t in her hair began to run up and down his own body. Over his pecs, his abs, down the crease of his groin. Lost in the moment, he explored himself while she sucked on him, and it was the hottest thing to see his hand move over his chest.

Her hand joined her lips, her saliva easing the motion.

Faster.

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