Page 15 of Mr. Hook-up

Her hand ripped at my hair, trying to pull me closer, silently begging for my tongue.

But I didn’t move.

I stayed inches away.

Dreaming about what she was going to taste like, what her wetness would feel like when it hit my mouth.

What kinds of sounds would fill my ears.

I wrapped one of her thighs across my shoulder and rubbed my nose over her slit. “Yes. Hell yes.” I spread her wetness across my face. “You’re so ready for me.”

Several moans came out. “I told you.”

Since I had her balanced, I took my wallet out of my back pocket and fumbled through it until I found the condom I kept in there. I tucked it into my hand while I used the other one to trace around her entrance.

I didn’t give her a finger.

I just moved the tip in a circle.

Teasing.

Urging.

Testing.

Her nails reached my scalp, digging into my skin, trying to press herself against my mouth.

Each time she did that, her attempt at earning herself more, I went slower. I kept my tongue locked in and used only my nose and finger,sketching her with my skin, allowing her to crave me to the point where she could no longer stand it.

Until her thirst became so much that I said, “You want my tongue ...”

“Please.” She dragged the word out, letting it last several seconds. “Mr.Boston ...please.”

I glanced up, her lace-rimmed lips parted, her gaze pointed at me, both so hungry.

That look of desire caused me to stick my tongue out, and starting at the top, I licked all the way to the bottom.

“Goddamn it,” I moaned. “Just like I thought, you taste like heaven.”

“Oh!” She rocked her hips back, meeting my tongue, grinding over it. “Yes!”

To give her even more, I dipped my finger inside her, sliding past her walls, going in as deep as my knuckle before pulling out and doing it again. And while my hand plunged in and out, circling within her, I focused on her clit, lapping, sucking.

“I can’t.” She swallowed. “I can’t ... This feels so good.”

It did for me as well.

In a way that took me completely by surprise.

In a way that made me want to kneel on this ground all night, worshipping her, and even though all I could think wasticktock, I didn’t want to stop.

I wanted this for me as much as I wanted it for her.

I wanted to savor this taste.

I wanted it rolling down my throat, where I could store it forever.

So I gave her more, a fierce combination of my hand and tongue, until I sensed she was getting to a point where she wouldn’t return, and that was when I rose. I didn’t bother taking my pants off—time was far too limited at this point. I just unzipped them, my hard-on popping through the hole of my boxer briefs and out the fly of my pants. With an urgency I hadn’t felt before, I tore off the corner of the foil with myteeth, and once I had myself covered in the latex, I growled, “I need you. Now.” I lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist. And while I continued to aim the back of her shoulders against the wall, I slowly thrust in. My head fell back. My balls clenched. “You’re so tight.”

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