Page 79 of Come Take Me Now

“But there’s a line.”

“Oh, my god. Stop being a drag,” she says, standing up from the couch. “Thank you for telling me that about your mom.” Her pout turns into a gentle smile. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

How am I supposed to say no to that?

I toss out the trash from dinner and let her lead us straight to my room. I’m already unbuttoning my button-up by the time she stops just short of my bed. She watches my fingers as they work down each button, and she steps closer to push the crisp dress shirt from my shoulders. Tilly trails her warm hands down my pecs and over my abs. Holding my gaze, she reaches for my belt.

“I have another surprise for you,” I say before she can release my belt from its buckle.

“Like the one from Saturday?”

“Kind of. Drop your shorts.” I open the same end table drawer from the other night and pull out the brand-new set of Ben Wa balls. I had never heard of them until I was browsing a sex toy website. The idea of her casually wearing them while hanging around my house and keeping herself warmed up for me was too enticing and made me hard. “Open your hand and close your eyes.” She does as I say, and I drop the cold, weighted metal balls into her hand.

She gasps from the metal’s cool surface, and her eyes fly open. “What are these? Where do they go?”

I bite my lip to hold back a laugh. “Bend over. Hands on the bed.” She obeys without another complaint, and I kneel on the floor by her to slip them through her wetness.

“Enzo, really, though. Where do they go?” she asks, holding still over the edge of the bed.

“Not your ass.”

“That’s a relief,” she giggles.

I push the magnetized balls inside her and press them in deeper with my index finger. She lets out a small gasp, and I press a gentle kiss to the back of her hip, just like I did the other night. “How are they?” I murmur against her skin.

“I don’t know. Fine?” I stand, and she pushes off the bed to stand at her full height. Her eyes widen. “Oh…”

Yep, that’s gravity doing its thing.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Oh, okay. That’s, um…” Her cheeks blush, and she’s trying so hard to press her lips in a straight line.

“Like ‘em?”

“Yeah,” she breathes. “But now, I want you.” She grips the waistband of my pants. “I want your dick so bad,” she complains. It’s the balls, winding her up.

“Compromise—you blow me, and I’ll eat you out.”

“Like a sixty-nine? I’ve never done that.”

“Let’s see how you like it then.” I crash my lips to hers, and she draws her arms around my neck. My hands grip the back of her thighs, and we fall onto the bed as I keep my hold on her. She straddles me and breaks her lips away from mine.

“I can’t wait.” She unbuckles my belt and rips it from its loops. The belt lands on the floor with a clunk, and she moves on to my button and zipper. She’s cautious as she pulls the zipper down, and my dick is in her mouth as soon as it springs free from my briefs.

“Get your pussy up here,” I say. She laughs on my dick, sending a vibration up my shaft, but she twists her body around.

“Is this right?” she asks, straddling my face.

“Yep.”

I lock my arms around her thighs and pull her hips down to my face. I tease her at first, slightly tapping her clit with the tip of my tongue. She moans a bit and brings her lips back to my pulsating cock and replicates the move on my Prince Albert piercing. I suck in a breath to focus and dip my tongue in her pussy, then out again. She doesn’t taste like anything, but I always smell citrus on her.

Tilly pops my cock out of her mouth. “It’s hard to focus when you’re doing that.”

“Want me to stop?” I ask.

“Never.”