Page 84 of Over the Limit

“Dinner can wait.”

I lean back and meet his gaze. He lifts his eyebrows as his eyes darken. My insides twist in anticipation. “It can?”

Thank God.

“Mm-hmm.” He grabs his shirt at the nape of his neck and pulls it off on the first try. I’m met with an expanse of deliciously tanned skin that calls for me to reach out and touch it.

“How could I forget? You needed a rubdown.”

“I do.”

I reach out and run my hands down his chest and love watching his abs constrict from my touch alone.

“Where does it hurt?” I ask coyly. “Here?” I point to his lips.

“A little.”

“Here?” I skim my fingernails over the back of his neck and watch chills chase over his skin.

“Mm-hmm.”

Then I trail my fingers down his shoulders and then down the mainline of his chest to his waistband. “Anything in need down here?” I ask, my eyes looking up at him.

“Mm-hmm.” His eyes hold mine as my fingers dance over his cock pressing against his pants. “It might be in need of a rubdown.”

“A rubdown?”

“Mm. Yes. A two-handed one.”

He groans as I drop to my knees in front of him. “Maybe if I kiss it, it’ll make it feel all better.” I pull his waistband down so that his cock springs free as he pushes his pants down to his ankles. I push him back so he sits and admire his cock. It’s thick and heavy and rests against his lower abdomen.

Jesus. The sight of it alone has my body aching and my desire simmering. I hold his eyes as I lean forward and use the tip of my tongue to circle around its crest. I dip it into the slit and welcome the salty taste of him.

Then I tease him. With my lips around the tip, I take him just deep enough to clear his crest before pulling back off him.

His thighs tense. He shifts his hips up in a silent plea.

It’s a heady feeling.

“You’re teasing me, Tink.”

“No, I’m just making sure I take care of every inch. I wouldn’t want any part of you to be neglected now, would I?”

“God, no. We wouldn’t want that.”

I close my lips around him again as my fingers grab his balls and he emits the most guttural growl I’ve ever heard. It’s so fucking sexy. His head rolls back and his eyes close.

“Lach?”

“Hmm?”

“Eyes on me.”

And when those heavy-lidded eyes of his meet mine, I take as many glorious inches as I can all the way to the back of my throat.

His hands fist in my hair immediately as a fuck falls from his lips. And I keep him there for as long as I can until I can’t any longer. And when that happens, I hollow my cheeks out on the way back out.

“Jesus, baby, that feels so fucking good.”