“Nicer,” he demands.
All right, fine. If he wants me to beg, I’ll beg. “Please, Sin? I need your cock in my mouth. I want to make you feel good. I want to get you off.”
He leans down and brushes his lips across my forehead before murmuring, “Well, fuck, that’s pretty nice.”
I bite back a grin and flash him big, innocent eyes. “See? I’m a good girl. Good girls deserve treats, don’t they?”
“Mm, I really like your mouth,” he informs me.
“You’re gonna like it even more when it’s sealed around your cock.”
Apparently convinced, he releases my wrists and sinks back into his spot. I get on my knees and push my hair back over my shoulder, but before I can bend to take him in my mouth, his phone starts vibrating on the bedside table. Since there’s a blow job on the table, I’m hoping he ignores it, but it catches his attention and he reaches for it. His expression turns irritable and he climbs off the bed, muttering, “Ah, Christ.”
I sit back on my heels. “What’s wrong?”
“I gotta go.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. “Seriously? Right this second?”
“Duty calls,” he says, but I’m too distracted to pay much attention. While I just had my hand around his dick, this is the first time I’m actually seeing it, and damn, do I like what I see. Thick and long with a swollen head I desperately want in my mouth, Sin’s cock is a beautiful creation. I want it even more now, and yet again, he’s denying me.
Crawling closer to the edge of the bed, I say, “Will anyone die if you get there five minutes later?”
It shouldn’t be so sexy when his mouth curves up and he answers, “You never know.”
He’s such a tantalizing tease. “Just one little taste? Please?” I beg, reaching a hand out and grasping his cock. Since I’m pretty sure he likes the good girl shtick, I flash him big, innocent, pleading eyes as I stroke him, reminding him of all the fun he can have if he stays a little longer.
His intense brown eyes meet mine for a moment, then he fists his hand in my hair and shoves me down. My heart sinks, then soars, and I open my mouth, greedily taking the smooth tip of him between my lips. I taste the salty evidence of his arousal on my tongue as I swipe it over his head. I know I only asked for taste, but now that I’m here, I want his cum. I want all of it, not just a taste.
Sin’s hand in my hair reminds me he can take it away at any moment—and he might, because he’s a terrible tease—but that just makes me all the more desperate to do a good job, fast. To convince him to give me just a few more minutes of his time.
The way Sin denies me is something new. Rafe teased me with making me wait and making me beg for it, too, but not like this. I knew he ultimately wanted it. With Sin, I’m not sure. Even naked in his bed with his rock-hard cock pressing against me, I still feel like I need to win his interest—but in an exciting, sexy way, not in a way that makes me feel shitty about myself.
When I think of a tease, Sin is not the image that comes to mind, but he damn sure is one.
Disappointment rocks me as he pulls me off him, but before I can fall too far, he keeps my head level with his cock and demands, “Lick it.”
Obediently, I lean forward to start at his base, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. When I get to the tip, I swirl my tongue over him, then I lick my way back toward the base.
“You like that?” he murmurs.
“Mm, I love it,” I tell him, running my tongue along him. “You taste so good.”
With a faint growl, his fist tightens and he drags my head back to the smooth head. “Suck.”
I do, greedily. I love the feel of his head brushing the back of my throat as I take him deep, the way his fist tightens in my hair and his hips pump forward to fuck my mouth when I don’t take him deep enough. I love his taste, his texture, the sound of his cock moving in and out of my mouth. I especially love the groan of pleasure I wring out of him as he comes down my throat. I give him one last little suck and he groans, slowly pulling out of my mouth so I can get every last drop.
I can feel the wetness between my thighs as I sit back on my heels and look up at him. As if in approval, Sin leans in and presses his lips against my forehead again. I like these forehead kisses, but God, I want a real kiss. I just had his cock in my mouth—surely his lips brushing mine wouldn’t be too intimate.
“Go to the bathroom if you need to. I’ll grab you a bottle of water.”
I frown, mildly confused. “What?”
Raising his eyebrows expectantly, he says, “I have to leave. I need to cuff you.”
My jaw drops open. “Seriously? After that, you have to cuff me? Where do you think I’m going?”
“I think you’re going to the bathroom like I just told you,” he states, walking away to grab clothes.