Page 189 of Cross Check

I’m worried for my health.

There’s a very real possibility I don’t make it through the night.

I’m not sure how I stand a chance when Lia smiles and relaxes her shoulders as I add more pressure to her neck. When she shifts on the bed and shows off every curve of her body. When she drops her gaze to my cock and licks her lips.

Here lies Grant Everett, throttled by the woman of his dreams.

“Are you okay?” Amelia asks.

“Lovely.” My voice cracks when she kisses my thigh. My breath stutters when she pushes up to her knees. “That’s a lie. Every fantasy I’ve had of you is coming to life, and I’m struggling.”

“Yeah?” She wraps her hand around my dick. She swipes her thumb over the pre-cum, using it to coat my length. “We should make sure the real thing is just as good.”

One turn of her wrist, and I’m whimpering. A full stroke from the root of my cock to the tip has my knees buckling. Delicate fingers, soft hands. When Amelia swirls her tongue over the head, I’m seconds away from dropping to the ground and worshipping her.

This woman is my salvation and my complete undoing. The exact reason I’ve never had intimacy like this before. I was waiting for her, because no one else would’ve been right. She closes her lips around me, and I almost fall over.

“Oh my god.” My hand tightens on her neck. The other moves to the back of her head, frantic to touch her. “That—shit. Your mouth is so warm.”

Amelia blinks up at me with pretty eyelashes and pink skin, bobbing on my length with hollowed-out cheeks and a piece of hair that falls across her forehead.

I bite my bottom lip to stay quiet while she alternates between her mouth and her hand. Her grip is strong but gentle. Tight enough to make me daydream about what it’s going to be like when I fuck her—if I even make it that long—and I involuntarily thrust my hips, my cock getting deeper down her throat.

“Sorry,” I stammer. “Reflex.”

“Don’t apologize.” Amelia tilts her head and licks up my length again. She sucks on the tip, and fuck. It’s divine. “I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”

“That thing you do with your hand.” I swallow, swaying on my feet when she wraps her palm around me and flicks her wrist. “That. Is so nice.”

“And if I do both at the same time?”

Her hand stays at the base while her lips close and take the top half of my cock as deep as she can get. Drool sneaks out of her mouth and I wipe it away, hesitating before smearing it on her cheek. Messy, unpolished. Her smile makes my body turn hot, and I groan.

I thread my fingers in her hair, wrapping it around my wrist and tugging on the blonde strands hard enough for her mouth to pop off me.

“Get on the bed,” I say, the words falling out involuntarily.

“How do you want me?” Amelia’s eyes flare with delight. She walks to the mattress and sits on the edge.

“That’s a loaded question.” I bite my knuckles, contemplating. “How about, um, on your back? With your head hanging off the bed. I want you to touch yourself while I’m in your mouth.”

“Wow.” She sits up on her knees, bringing us to the same height. I grab her chin and kiss her because I haven’t in too long. Wet lips and a salty taste on her tongue. My new favorite flavor. “Someone’s using their imagination.”

“Fantasies, remember?” I smile when she changes positions. Long legs stretch out over the sheets. Her back arches, the tendons in her neck bobbing under a swallow. “Open your legs. Let me watch.”

Her hand runs down her body, teasing herself. Amelia pinches her nipple then moves lower, her thighs wedging wider. She groans when she pushes two fingers inside herself and holds out her tongue, waiting for me.

My thighs bracket her head, and she takes me in her mouth. It’s not as deep as before, but it’s just as good. Better, even. From this angle, I can see her dip her fingers in her pussy. I can watch her nipples turn hard and her skin flush red as she works herself up.

I move my hips in time with her fingers. The room fills with noise—her exhales. Her mouth and how she laps at my length with her tongue.

It’s fucking greedy, and when she reaches out her free hand and gently, so fucking gently, cups my balls in her palm, I’m electrified.

“Fuck. I’m not going to last much longer, Lia. Holy shit.” I groan when she does it again. Stars cloud my vision. I start to pant. My spine straightens, and I know I’m only a few seconds away from combusting. “If you—your mouth and⁠—”

“Ask for it nicely, Grant,” she practically purrs. Her tongue swirls over the head of my dick, teasing me. “Tell me what you want.”

“Can I come, Lia?” I beg, touching her jaw, her throat. “Please,” I add, desperation clawing at me.