No Reservations - Megan Hart [79]
His entire body jerked and he made to stand, to turn and face her, but Leah's grip tightened on his nuts. Brandon didn't move. His fingers clutched on slick marble. His heart raced.
'Shh,' she murmured. Her thumb stroked, stroked. She shifted her hand so her thumb pressed against his asshole.
'Fuck,' he blurted, voice hoarse and raw, and bent his head so his hair fell over his eyes and he wouldn't have to see her face.
He'd come in another few seconds if he saw the look in her eyes, he knew it. With her thumb pressing him so gently back there he almost couldn't feel the pressure, without even touching his cock at all. She owned him.
'That ring,' Leah said in a low, hot voice, 'was a very, very good idea.'
He nodded, waiting. When her other hand came around to grip his cock, he groaned. She stroked him slowly from root to tip, her other hand keeping up the same gentle pressure. He fucked into her hand and she stopped moving it. 'No,' she said. He stopped.
She stood so close her breath gusted against his shoulder and the heat of her body warmed his naked skin. 'There is so much, Brandon. So many things . . . there is so much we haven't done.'
Leah's voice quavered, and Brandon turned to take her in his arms. He tucked her close, her head just beneath his chin. She hugged him.
He loved her for being uncertain. For worrying. 'We'll figure it out. It's OK.'
She sighed against him, then tipped her face to look up. Doubt crossed her face, replaced in the next moment by a sly grin. She reached between them and rubbed his cock slowly over her bare belly. But when he bent to kiss her, she turned her head. 'No.'
His mouth stopped a breath away from her cheek. 'You sure?'
Her body moved as her hand also moved his dick against her. i'm sure.'
Frustrated, he dosed his eyes but didn't kiss her. He kept still, even though he wanted to push against her. Inside her.
Leah laughed, low and throaty, and stepped back. 'Get dressed.'
He opened his eyes and looked at his cock before he looked at her. 'Now?
'Yes, now. I hear Kate in the living room, and I'm hungry, Brandon.'
He groaned and swept the hair off his forehead. His balls ached a little. So did his prick. 'Can I have a minute or two?' 'No,' Leah said sternly. She tossed him the pair of briefs on the counter. 'Put these on.'
He did. The front bulged and the fabric rubbed him without mercy. Heat flooded up from his chest to his face. 'Leah . . .' Again, she laughed, teasing, i want you hard, or half-hard, until I'm ready to do something with that gorgeous prick.' He sighed and adjusted himself. 'Yes, ma'am.' Her eyes gleamed. 'Don't get saucy with me, Béarnaise.'
He laughed and she stood on her tiptoes to brush a too-brief kiss over his mouth. When he reached for her, she stepped away, shaking a finger. Brandon dropped his hands, giving in to her.
'Be good,' she admonished, 'and I will let you lick me, later.' 'I could lick you now . . .'
'No,' she said serenely, and paraded out of the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, 'get dressed! Now!' He snuck a quick rub through the briefs, but Leah ducked back through the door and caught him at it. 'Cock harness,' she warned. Everything inside him pulsed.
'Ah,' she breathed, watching him. i think we might have to stop back at the vendor exhibition tonight, after all.
Leah had never been enamoured of Las Vegas, but she had to admit this trip had been a fabulous idea. Impulsively, she reached to squeeze Kate in a sideways hug. 'Thank you.'
Kate, wearing a gorgeous, short red dress laughed and hugged Leah, too. 'For what?'
'All of it.' Leah waved a hand at the ballroom. 'The trip. The party. The suite.'
Kate smirked, it has been pretty damn great, huh?'
'Yes.' Leah sighed, searching the crowd