Page 63 of Love You Like That (Excess All Areas 4)

“Yes?”

Alex smiled. He loved the flicker of uncertainty. “The first was that tonight, I’d take you back to the hotel, lay you down on the bed and make love to you. Want to know what the second one was?”

“Please,” she gasped as he trailed his thumb up her leg, circling it in big circles, getting closer and closer to her clit, all swollen and ready for him to take her over.

He pressed his thumb into her wetness and drew it up to her clit. “You, on your knees, sucking my cock down your throat while your mascara runs from those pretty eyes of yours in a room just like this.”

Zoe gasped as he dipped his thumb into her again. God, he needed a taste, and without hesitation, he placed his head between her legs. Gripping her hips with his hands, he held her where he wanted her.

She tasted divine. Musky. Sweet.

And more importantly all his.

It was messy, raw, and hot as fucking hell.

Alternating between dipping his tongue between her lips, circling her clit, and sucking on it hard, he brought her to the edge of reason. Her body bucked beneath him.

“Yes, there,” she gasped. “Alex. Right there.”

Her voice cracked on the final word before a groan broke through.

Beneath his hands, she shook, contracting with every wave of her orgasm.

So responsive to his touch, his pulse raced. Once he’d seen her through the last of her tremors, he wiped his face on the back of his hand, then kissed her. Her eyes were still closed. “Hey, Rocky,’ he said, feeling her smile against his lips.

“Hey,” she said, almost drunkenly.

“We need to get you cleaned up.”

Her eyes popped open at that. “Really?”

As much as his dick ached like it was trapped in a car door, he wasn’t expecting anything from her. But when her fingers stroked him through his trousers, he knew he’d let her do whatever she wanted.

“Kiss me, Alex,” she said, popping the button and lowering the zipper. She’d shaken free of her underwear. When her hand found him beneath the cotton of his boxer briefs, he groaned. She handled him gently, teasing him. “Sit back on the chair,” she instructed.

When he did as she said, she moved to kneel between his legs. He held out his hand. “Wait.” He whipped his T-shirt over his head and placed it between his trainers. “Don’t hurt your knees on this shit carpet tile for me.”

Zoe placed her palms on his knees and lowered herself to the soft cotton. “You already ruined my lipstick, Alex. Why not ruin my mascara too?”

There was no way on this earth that he was going to fuck her throat tonight, but a blow job would certainly ease the pressure. “This won’t take long. After tasting you come on my tongue, I’m close.”

“Pity,” she said, smiling up at him. “I might have liked it to take a while.”

He was still grinning as Zoe licked the underside of his dick, following the long vein there. The sensation of her mouth on him had him gripping the side of the chair so hard that it was likely to crack. When her mouth opened over his head and welcomed him inside her wet warmth, it did. He let his head fall back and his eyes closed.

Shit, he was going to wreck the chair the same way Zoe was ruining him.

Using a combination of her hand and her mouth, she destroyed him. He wanted to pump up into her throat, to reach for the back of her head and hold her in place. But it would have ruined the excruciating agony of her tentative strokes. Gentler than when she had first reached for him.

Their eyes met, her gaze determined, filled with fire.

“Harder, Zoe,” he instructed, hoping she could understand. “Yeah, just like that.” When she immediately complied, he groaned, surging up until he hit the back of her throat.

Looking down at her, seeing her mouth drag up his dick was a mistake. In his experience, men sucked harder, but women looked so hot giving head. The visual was everything. Everything within him curled into the tightest of balls, like a spring under tension.

“Jesus, Zoe. I’m going to come,” he said, expecting her to move. But she didn’t. Instead, as his body exploded and he came harder than he could remember, she swallowed everything he gave her.

“Fuck. Yeah,” he hissed, as she slowed her strokes but kept her mouth on him, pulling out every agonising spasm. Finally, she sat back onto her heels.

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