Subtly, I shifted away. This wasn’t about me. Not now. I’d take my enjoyment from seeing this through.
Every time it got to be too much, I eased back, caught my breath, and used my hand. Slow, fast, sometimes just grasping him before I swallowed him down again, as far as I could before the water and my own limits impeded me. But when I finally got up enough nerve to let my wandering fingers sneak beneath his shaft to the sensitive sac beneath, he dragged my head up, his eyes wild.
“I’m going to come.”
My heart was crashing in my ears, throbbing between my legs. I didn’t hesitate. My whole body was attuned to him, flushed and prickling with need. “Please,” I murmured, telling him with my eyes what I craved.
I needed to know.
“Sage,” he gritted, and my name at that moment was a benediction. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I can’t…I can’t.”
“Don’t hold back.” I let go of the tub and trailed my nails up the inside of his thigh, so close to his groin that his big body jerked. “I want it.”
And I did. That woodsy, manly scent of his was driving me crazy, combined with the much more intimate smell of sex. I liked his flavors, his textures. Him.
Proving it, I dipped my tongue into that tiny slit at the head of his length, and he growled, fisting his hand in my hair, holding me right where I was. Pinned by his power and his dark, demanding eyes.
His other hand worked his shaft in tandem with mine, the pressure of his grip showing me what he preferred. Making me speed up until it was a race who could work him harder.
“Open,” he commanded.
My lips barely parted in time. The first spurt hit my tongue, heady and potent. I didn’t have time to swallow before there was more, spilling into my mouth, slipping out the sides. I sucked and sucked, letting out a humming moan while he shuddered and pumped into me, not checking his strength.
I felt used in the very best way.
When I would’ve slumped onto my side right there in the hot tub, he dropped down and dragged me on top of him, fusing his mouth to mine. There was no sweetness to his kiss. It was pure savagery, chased by the flavor of him. He groaned at that too, his hand turning gentle in my hair again. His strokes down the long length turned rhythmic, lulling me into a secure space. My heartbeat slowed even as we kissed, as if I’d ridden to the very top of a roller coaster and now was the long, endless drop.
But at the bottom was Oliver to catch me.
“I want to take you to bed. We did this all wrong.”
Though I was sure he wasn’t criticizing, the word hit me in the chest just the same.
As if he could read me already, he cursed under his breath and cupped my cheek, his thumb feathering over my swollen lips. “No. This wasn’t wrong. This was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had.”
I frowned, sure I’d misheard him. “Beginner’s luck?” I managed, surprised that my voice was barely a rasp.
Giving a blowjob was way more physically demanding than it looked. I rubbed my achy jaw. I wondered if there was a workout program.
His lips curved. “You’re a natural seductress, just as I knew you’d be. But I should have kissed you first.” His gaze dropped to my breasts and singed me like a brand. “Everywhere.”
I couldn’t help gripping his thighs tighter with my own. His hand moved down to my hip, his blunt-tipped fingers sneaking under the clingy cotton of my shorts. The intention in his gaze left no mystery.
If I gave the slightest hint I was interested, he would go down on me. Fuck me and fill me until I was utterly ruined for any other man.
He didn’t need to say those words for me to hear them as clearly as if he’d spoken aloud.
Even after what we’d shared, I wasn’t ready. Not quite yet. I wanted to bask in this feeling for a little while longer. To savor this heady sense of power before he used his to flay me open and lay me bare.
At his mercy.
“I’d like that.” As his hand climbed higher, I cupped it and held it still. “Later.” I took a bolstering breath. “First, I’d like some dinner before we go see Celine Dion. Don’t worry, I have two tickets.”
His brow furrowed. “Why would I worry? Who would ever want to see her voluntarily?”
Ta-da. Just like that, he was back to being a dick. His hadn’t even stopped throbbing against my belly yet.
“I do.” I clambered off him, and yes, I might have delighted in deliberately standing over him so he could get an eyeful o