"Giving you what you need."I unzip his trousers."Can't leave you in this condition."
"I'll be fine.You don't need to—"
"Hush."I slip my hand inside his boxer shorts and slide his cock free, cradling it in my palm."Let me do this for you."
He cups my cheek in his hand."You really don't need to."
"You've already told me that."I grasp his cock just above the crown and glide my palm up and down his length."I want to do it.The first time I saw you, I experienced the most intense lust I've ever known.I would've gone down on you right there in Hugh's office, but I was too dumbstruck by the sight of you to do anything."
"I wanted you at first sight too."
"Good.So shut up and let me feast on you."I slide my hand up to the base of his erection.Then I slowly rasp my tongue over the crown."Mm, can't wait to eat you up."
Chapter Seventeen
Derek
I suck in a sharp breath as Diana drags her tongue up my dick from the crown to where her hand is still wrapped around the base.Fuck, I can't believe she's doing this.Straitlaced Diana Sangster, who only wanted me to get her pregnant, now wants to give me a blow job.That has nothing to do with our baby pact.
Diana rests one hand on my thigh as she kisses the head of my erection, then flicks the tip of her tongue on the underside.My focus is riveted to her—to what she's doing, for sure, but also to the look on her face.Her eyes drift half-closed, her lips curl up slightly at the corners, and she seems for all the world to want nothing more than to give me head.
She moves both hands onto my thighs now, gliding them up and down while she trails soft kisses along the length of my dick.Her breaths whisper out of her nostrils, teasing my skin even more.Damn, she knows what she's doing.A woman who claims she hasn't dated much shouldn't be an expert on giving head, but Diana Sangster has surprised me at every turn.
"Mm," she moans."You taste almost as good as you feel when you're inside me."
"Uh, thanks."Can't drum up any other words.Dumb ones are all I can manage.
She grasps my dick again, holding its crown millimeters from her mouth, then puckers her lips to blow a stream of air over the head.I still have my hand in her hair, cradling her head, but that fact had flown out of my mind once she started kissing my cock.Diana flicks her tongue across the underside again, moving her tongue back and forth, side to side, while she opens her mouth and slowly takes me between her lips, drawing me into her mouth inch by inch while she lifts her gaze to me.
My dick throbs.
Diana pulls away, and the coolness of the air on my skin feels almost as erotic as her mouth.She rubs her cheek on my dick, then sucks my balls until I let out a strangled shout.While I start breathing harder, she gives my head a wet kiss with tongue, right before she slides my cock into her mouth again.
"Holy shit, Diana."I tip my head back and shut my eyes so I can just enjoy the sensations of this woman devouring my cock.
My cell phone rings.
Screw that.Whoever it is can go to hell.Diana is licking and sucking me, shoving one hand inside my pants to massage my inner thigh while her other hand crawls up my chest to pinch my nipple through my shirt.I jerk and shout.She keeps going, ravenous and determined to complete her task, and I feel an orgasm rising inside me, like an electrical current shooting down my spine and straight into my dick.I'll come soon, I know it.
My phone rings again.
I fumble to get it out of my pocket, just so I can shut the damn thing up, but then I see who's calling.
"Fuck," I snarl."It's Avery."
Diana stops what she's doing to me, though she keeps her mouth wrapped around my erection.
I can't believe I'm doing this, but I know my sister won't give up until she gets a response from me.So, while Diana has her mouth around my dick, I answer the call.My voice comes out somewhat hoarse."Hey, Avery, what's wrong?"
"Dinner is in eight minutes, and you're not here yet."
Uh, what is dinner?What's a minute?I have no idea.
Diana raises her brows at me.
That expression makes my dick twitch.And suddenly, I remember what those words mean."I'll be there, don't worry.Just got, uh, distracted.See you in a few."
I punch a finger on the phone's screen to end the call.