Page 138 of Right Man, Right Time
“Baby,” I groan as my body tightens and my cock swells in her mouth. “I’m going to come.”
Her mouth pulls off my cock, and I gasp in frustration. Her smile nearly makes me scream in a demand to have her finish what she started. She swirls her tongue around each one of my piercings until she reaches the tip again, sucks hard, pulling me to the edge. She deep-throats me again, and I explode.
My hand tightens in her hair. “Fuck. Your mouth . . . so . . . hot.” And with that, I come down the back of her throat. She continues to suck me until I’m completely sated and resting against the back of the sauna, unable to move.
“Delicious,” she says as she moves up my body, trailing kisses.
Bringing her body to a stand, she sets her foot on my seat and then props one of her legs on the bench behind me, bringing her soaking pussy right up to my mouth.
So fucking hot. She knows just what she wants, and she doesn’t mind asking.
I glance up at her, and from where I’m sitting, I can see that she’s in need of relief as well, so I slide my hand to the back of her ass, pulling her in closer, and press my tongue to her clit where I swipe long strokes, flattening my tongue so I reach every inch of her.
“I’m already so close,” she says. “I love your cock, Silas. I want to suck it again.”
That makes my tongue flick faster, more persistent. I want to make her come hard and fast.
Her hand falls to my head, and her fingers dig into my scalp, just like last night. Her tits bounce above me, her legs shake next to me, and her lungs search for air, just like mine.
“Silas,” she gasps. “I’m close.”
I bring two fingers to her entrance and curve them up inside her, causing her back to arch and for her to nearly lose her balance, but I catch her by the ass and stabilize her as I scoop my fingers and flick her clit.
“Oh . . . God . . . oh fuck. Silas!” she yells right before her body shivers, and a feral moan falls past her lips as she rides my fingers and tongue, pulling out every ounce of pleasure from her orgasm until she’s completely done.
Watching her orgasm will never get old. Ever.
I remove my fingers, and with her eyes set on mine, I suck on them. Her heady eyes fall shut briefly as she lowers her leg and then carefully lowers herself to the ground.
Hand to her chest, eyes on me, she drifts backward to the wall of the sauna, putting just enough distance between us that I’d have to get up to pull her back onto my lap.
Skin red.
Sweat dripping down her chest.
Her eyes are wild as they scan me, taking me all in.
And as she heaves, staring me down, I know she’s feeling the same thing as I am. That was unlike anything we’d ever experienced.
I don’t know if it freaks her out, but it creates a tsunami of concern in my head, and I can feel my brow crease as I think about how easily I could get attached to her and how easily she could break me.
She takes a few deep breaths, studying me, and then without a word, she bends down, picks up her towel, and wraps it around her body. With one final look, she opens the door and disappears.
What did I just do?
* * *
“So . . .”Posey says as he comes up to me in the training room where I’m warming up my legs and rolling them out on a foam roller.
“So what?” I ask, grumpy as shit.
Why am I grumpy? Because yesterday, I had my cock sucked so hard I’m pretty sure I don’t even remember my whole name. I realized that even though I want to control myself around Ollie, I can’t seem to keep my distance. I’m scared. I’m unsure. And the one person I want to talk to is the person I’m terrified of.
Not to mention, I haven’t heard from her since she left the sauna.
Not one goddamn word.
“How did yesterday end?”
