He pointed to the floor. “Here.”
She began to kneel, but he grabbed her, pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her, then tucked his fingers under her chin so she was looking at him. “Hey, this is us now. Are you okay?”
She breathed a sigh of relief, so glad that he’d asked. And admittedly, a bit more turned on that he had. “Yes.”
“Do you still want this?”
She nodded. “I do.”
“No questions? No worries?”
Her natural instinct to be direct overtook her. Feeling brazen and dangerous, she grasped his hand and guided it between her legs so he could touch the damp heat of her panties. She was soaked through the cotton panel. He hissed the second he made contact. “Fuck,” he muttered, then slid his fingers across the thin fabric. She arched into him, wanting so much more. He dipped his mouth to her neck, mapping a hot trail along her skin until he reached her ear. “See how turned on you are now? You’re going to be so much wetter after you take me in your mouth for the first time. Do it now,” he said, and she felt a rush of heat that began proving his point.
She kneeled, and looked up, waiting instructions.
He raised an eyebrow appreciatively. “Unzip my jeans,” he said as he worked on his shirt, starting from the top button. She wasn’t sure where to feast her eyes, whether on him systematically undoing each button, revealing inch by inch his strong, broad chest, or on the throbbing hard length right there behind the denim.
She couldn’t look away from his hands though, especially when she saw his chest for the first time—his strong pecs, his flat and hard belly. She was tempted to stand so she could trail her long nails across his skin and watch him hitch in a breath, watch his reaction to her.
Uh-oh.
Old habits died hard. This wasn’t about what she could do to him. It was about what he was doing to her. With her eyes and fingers on his crotch, she popped open the button on his jeans, and slowly unzipped his fly, the teeth of the zipper spreading.
Did he wear boxers or briefs? White or black or blue? She was about to find out.
The answer nearly knocked her to the floor when his cock sprang out, long, thick, hard and completely riding free. She stared at the glorious sight. She might even have gawked, slack-jawed, because he was stunning.
As she tugged down his jeans, she looked up at him. “You go commando,” she said with a grin as she stated the obvious. But the obvious needed to be stated, and admired.
“I do.”
“Have you always been totally naked under your jeans every time we’ve gone out?” she asked, as he unbuttoned the final button on his shirt, then pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.
“Yes.”
Casey’s eyes widened. To think, the whole time she’d known him, he’d been naked under his jeans every single time. Every time she’d had dinner with him, gone to the movies, a baseball game, a comedy club, or an art gallery, he’d been one layer away from nudity.
“All the time?” she asked, craving some kind of final confirmation of this mouth-wateringly gorgeous vision of his free-range cock.
Ready at a moment’s notice. Every second of the day.
“Yes, I go commando all the time. Every time you’ve seen me I’ve been riding free. Now, I need you to stop talking and put that mouth of yours to a better use. Suck me now, Casey.”
There it was again. That rough, commanding tone. The order that sent an unexpected rush down her spine. Then his hands were on top of her head, his fingers digging into her hair, as he tugged her closer so her mouth could meet his hard, hot cock. She curled a hand around the base. He groaned from her first touch. She hadn’t even wrapped her lips around him yet. A thrill raced across her bloodstream from his reaction. She brought the head to her lips, swirling her tongue and tasting him like he was candy.
His fingers gripped her hair harder, digging in through her strands to her skull. She drew him in more, licking and lapping him up, but keeping up a teasing pace, only letting him in so far. She knew how to give a hell of a blow job. She was skilled in driving a man crazy and to the brink of lust-fueled insanity. She’d take her sweet time with her hand curved tightly as she stroked him, and her lips giving the head the special treatment. From the way he rocked his hips into her, he liked it. A lot.
“No teasing,” he growled. “Take me all the way in.”
Okay, so maybe a change of pace was called for. She opened wider, and brought him deep, the head hitting the back of her throat.
She heard a sharp breath, then a groan as he grasped her harder and rougher, spearing her hair with his strong fingers. “That’s better. Keep it up like that, sweetness. I’m not going to be gentle. I intend to fuck your pretty little mouth.”
His dirty words were like some kind of switch in her sex drive that he’d tripped. They sent the temperature inside her from scorching to inferno. She’d never suspected Nate was like this. She knew he was strong in business, commanding in the boardroom, but she hadn’t let her mind imagine what he’d be like in the bedroom. Now, she was discovering a new, dominating, dirty side to him. On the surface she was in control, with her teeth millimeters from his most sensitive flesh, but he so clearly had all the power as she sucked him to the base as he’d demanded, her mouth becoming a warm tunnel for his shaft. He tasted delicious, the perfect mix of clean and musky.
Opening wider, she gave him total use of her throat. He took every inch of the real estate, filling her all the way to his balls that she stroked and tugged as she sucked.