Quarterback Draw
Page 59

She took a deep breath and sighed. “Very much. Now how about you go sit on that tiny little bed in there? Oh, and take off your clothes.”
He was ready to be inside of her, to feel her tight pussy surrounding him. He headed into the small bedroom, jerking his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and undid the button on his jeans as Katrina entered the room. He had shrugged off his pants and boxers by the time she reached him.
He threaded his arm around her waist and tugged her close. Skin to skin, he felt a surge of heat surrounding them. It was hot in here, so he reached over to raise the window, letting the night air blow in.
But he really didn’t care about the heat, not when Katrina pushed him down on the bed. He sat, and she grabbed the pillow off the bed and kneeled on it, then spread his legs.
“I’ve been wanting to try this. It feels so good when you do it to me.”
He leaned forward and slipped his fingers into her hair. “Yeah, I want you to suck me, Katrina. I want to feel your hot, wet mouth around my cock.”
It was all he could do not to grasp her mouth and shove his cock in there, to hold her head and fuck her mouth. His balls tightened at the thought of her sweet lips sucking him. But this was her first time doing this, and he wanted to use restraint, to take it slow and give her all the control.
He read the excitement on her face as she leaned her arms on his thighs and took his shaft in her hands. “You know I haven’t done this. But I’ve read a lot of books. Some erotica that had some very enticing oral sex scenes.”
Her talking about it only dragged him up the ladder of need one tortured rung at a time. “Is that right? You know doing isn’t the same as reading about it.”
“So I’ve discovered. So is there anything you particularly like—or dislike—I should know about?”
“Yeah. I like your hands on me. I’m gonna love your mouth on me.”
Her lips curved—a sexy, deliberate smile that told him she was looking forward to having the control.
And he was looking forward to giving it to her.
Because as she bent and licked the head of his cock, he hissed. She scooped her hair out of the way so he could watch as she took his cockhead between her lips, swirled her tongue around it, then closed her lips.
“Christ,” he whispered, wanting to put his hands on her, to thrust, to do anything to ease this torment. But he held perfectly still as she raised up and took more of his shaft in her mouth.
The heat and wetness of it sizzled, a sensual fire that threatened to burn him from the inside out. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he fought for control. He grasped the sheets and held on while she continued to experiment, using her tongue, her lips, and the roof of her mouth. She varied the pressure, squeezing, then licking him, slow and easy, like she was going to torture him the rest of the night.
Until she engulfed him, taking him deep.
It was perfect. She was perfect, and when she met his gaze, he felt like the top of his head was going to come off. He fought the orgasm for as long as he could, wanting this to last forever, yet wanting it to end right fucking now.
“I’m gonna come,” was all he could say, because he was lifting into her mouth, enjoying the sweet heat of her and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
She gripped his shaft and squeezed, pumping more of his cock between her lips.
His hips rocketed off the bed as he came with a roar, jettisoning what felt like a gallon of come along her tongue. He felt it throughout his body, saw her cheeks hollow and her throat work as she swallowed, and when he was empty, he was covered in sweat and was unable to form words. All he could do was lift Katrina up and drag her on top of him as he fell back on the bed.
“Your heart is beating fast,” she said.
“I’m surprised my heart is still beating at all. You really did do some heavy reading on the topic.”
She raised herself up on his chest, gracing him again with that sexy smile that, despite the epic orgasm he’d just had, made his cock twitch. “Indeed.”
He tunneled his fingers into her hair and dragged her up for a kiss, rolling her to her side so he could cup her breast and tease her nipple as he kissed her. She slung her leg over his hip, arching her sex against his quickly hardening cock.
“I don’t suppose you brought a condom with you,” she said.
“Do I look stupid? Of course I did.” He reached onto the floor and pulled the condom packet out of his jeans pocket. “The whole reason I brought you here was to get you alone and seduce you. Though I think I feel a lot more seduced right now.”
She grinned. “You do? Excellent. My work here is done.”
She rolled over and tried to get up.
“I don’t think so. We’re not finished here.”
She laughed and lay back down, scooting close to him. “Don’t I know it. I believe that’s what they call foreplay.”
“It was a hell of a lot more than foreplay, hot stuff.” He raised up and she grasped his cock, stroking him to full erection. “I’m pretty sure you blew out a few of my brain cells with that blow job.”
“Now you’re going to make me blush.”
“I don’t think it’s possible to make you blush. You might not have had any practical experience, but you know what the hell you’re doing.”
He spread her legs and dropped down on top of her, then shifted them to their sides again, bending her knee so he could position himself against her sex. When he entered her, she leaned back to watch.