Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [53]
The thrill in his voice was all the encouragement she needed to deftly undo his buckle, unzip his jeans. Spreading them wide, she pressed her palm flat against his sturdy erection.
Mmm, yes—nothing had ever felt better in her hand. Then she lifted the black cotton briefs over his enormous, jutting cock. God, it looked even bigger from this angle. And though she’d never thought she cared about size, that suddenly made her want it more.
She’d never been this up-close with his penis, and despite the darkness, she was able to see the roundness of the head and the straight, bulletlike shape. On impulse, she leaned in to kiss the front of his length. A shuddering breath escaped him, and—oh God, he was so hard…and yet incredibly silky against her lips.
But she had no time for a leisurely perusal, so, grabbing back onto his shaft as the breeze lifted the hair from her neck, she lowered her mouth over the tip, then farther, letting it fill her mouth.
Above, he let out a shaky sigh that told her he was trying his damnedest to stay quiet as she adjusted to the fullness—and then began to move up and down.
She’d never been one to instigate a blow job with a guy—she’d always sort of considered it a duty, an obligation, when she was in a relationship with someone, and it often felt like an intrusion she didn’t particularly enjoy.
But somehow, after Damon had made her come, she’d needed to do this, needed to take him into her in whatever way she could, right here, right now. She’d yearned to pleasure him, deeply.
Accepting as much of his majestic cock as she could handle, she took delight in every move, every sensation. She looked up at him and hoped he could see her well enough in the dimness—even if she looked obscene right now, she wanted to, for him.
And yes, last night in the tub had been wonderful: a leisurely, expansive pleasure with no pressures or worries—she’d told him she liked it in private, and she’d meant it. But clearly he’d opened her to this new, forbidden sort of excitement, this hot thrill of taking sex out of the bedroom, out of any room at all at the moment.
Because the longer she worked over him, the more his large erection stretched her lips, the deeper he gently drove into the recesses of her mouth…the more ensconced in pure joy she became.
She wanted to do this right now more than she wanted to exist.
She didn’t care if they got caught, if anyone saw.
She wanted what she wanted, and nothing else mattered.
The heart wants what the heart wants, but the same was true of the body, and at this moment her body wanted to suck Damon’s cock, hard and deep and thorough, until he came.
That’s when she heard the elevator doors open on the other side of the tower. And then light laughter, voices—more people.
She sucked him, felt his thrust, silently willed him: come, come.
She could tell from his ragged sighs that he was getting close, and he pumped harder between her lips, but she also sensed the new visitors growing nearer, working their way around the tower.
So she released his cock from her mouth, stood up, grabbed onto it, and—in one determined move—yanked her thong aside and mounted him, for once holding in her groan, and being thankful she wore heels high enough to make the angle feasible. “If someone comes,” she breathed, her mouth swollen and stretched, close to his, “we can be still. But this way, it’ll maybe look like we’re just kissing, not fucking.”
He simply nodded, but his eyes blazed with lust as he began to vigorously plunge up into her welcoming moisture. “Jesus, won’t take long,” he murmured against her lips. Then thrust again, and again, until a soft groan escaped him and he pulled her to him tight, driving his shaft in to the hilt—and a young couple holding hands appeared at the corner nearest them.
Brenna and Damon both instinctively went still, but he was coming, and she could feel it—she could actually feel his cock throb inside her, his semen spewing onto her inner walls in three astounding little bursts.
“Oh God,” she whispered,