Laid Bare - Lauren Dane [5]
She took a long pull from the bottle and he watched as her throat worked. A visual of how she’d look as he fed his cock to her shocked through him a moment.
“Yeah. I take it you don’t like country.” A smile threatened until she put her beer aside and reached to grab the belt loop on his jeans and pull him closer.
“I like some country.” Her voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. An involuntary shiver worked through him as he watched her hand move from the loop, nails scoring his cock through the thin denim.
He hissed, arching toward her, and she smiled.
“I like Patsy Cline and Loretta Lynn. The Dixie Chicks are good. I just heard them the other day. My mom raised us on Conway Twitty and Tammy Wynette. I love music of all types.”
Her fingers traced down the line of his zipper as she looked up into his face—waiting for him to refuse. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
He flexed his hips instead and watched, rapt, as she slowly pulled his zipper down, the metal rasp loud over his breath.
Gentle, cool hands pulled him out.
“No underwear. My. Surprise, surprise.”
“I like it when my cock rubs against my jeans this way.” He’d never spoken like that to a woman before. It made him harder.
She angled him and the air shot out his mouth as her tongue circled the head, the tip digging into the sensitive spot just beneath.
He did what he’d wanted to do for the last year. He ran his palms over her hair, wondering at the texture of the ropes. Not hard or wiry, not fragile. Unique and unexpected, a lot like she was. A wisp of tenderness wafted through him briefly.
He grabbed it in his fist as she swallowed most of his cock, taking him as deeply as she could.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, sliding his hips forward to meet her mouth. She hummed her satisfaction and it vibrated up his cock.
She shoved his jeans down farther and cupped his balls. He thought he’d jump out of his skin when she licked down the shaft and tongued his sac.
“Yeah, oh fuck, yes, like that,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her lips swollen and wet. “Tell me. What do you want, Todd?”
He panted as the words threatened to break through. He wanted to say them, but the darkness in them wasn’t something he was used to letting free.
“Shall I go first? Should I tell you that when I’m done sucking your cock and you’ve blown down my throat, I want your face between my thighs? That I want to feel your mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking my clit? What do you say? Hmm? Is there a dirty talker in there waiting to break free? Trust me enough to tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
He swallowed hard. Erin Brown made him want things he’d been fine not wanting. On one hand, it felt marvelous; on the other, it scared the hell out of him. He let his tongue free because she’d demanded it of him with her own uninhibited behavior.
“Suck my cock, Erin. Take me as far as you can into that sweet, hot throat. I want to fuck your mouth and control you by your hair.” As the words unfurled, the tight ball in his chest eased for the first time in years. His spine relaxed even as his balls drew tight against his body.
Controlling her by her hair. God. How many times had he imagined it over the years when a woman sucked his cock? He’d had to grab the sheets to keep from reaching out to put her mouth just where he wanted it. But he hadn’t. He told himself it wasn’t gentlemanly to grab a woman by the hair.
Watching Erin down the line of his body, he caught her smile right before she bent over him and swallowed his cock just the way he told her he wanted.
Her mouth kept even pressure, kept him nice and wet as he began to roll his hips, fucking into her while he grabbed a handful of her hair, tight, in his fist, holding her head just the way he wanted it.
The way he wanted it. Not gentle, not nice, but hard and dark. Emotion rushed through him as she sucked him into her mouth. Her hair in his fist felt right, so right he had to stop thinking about it because it overwhelmed him. Instead he watched her. She was so beautiful.
Each time he pulled