In Too Deep

Her scent hit him hard, and that combined with the message on her project gave him a flash of last Sunday. “Thighs make good earmuffs, huh?”

Her cheeks were pink, but it might’ve been from her shower.

“You tell me.” She took the hoop from him and replaced it on the table. Her hair was wrapped in a towel.

“Does your mother know you sew things like that?”

When she laughed this time, it was the raspy sexy one. She pulled the towel from her head and let her hair fall to her shoulders. “Hell, no. She’d have to go to church daily to pray extra for my soul. This is my hobby. I sell them online. Dirty messages sell a whole lot better than homey platitudes.”

She sat next to him and ran a comb through her hair. He couldn’t help but lean over and take a deep sniff. “Much better than milk and puke.”

She stretched her arms over her head, her tank skimming higher on her torso. “That shower was like magic. I can’t wait to play with it more and see all the things it can do.”

For someone who he always considered a good girl, this woman made everything sound dirty and sexy.

“Really? Not even a reaction? You’re a tough crowd, Doyle.”

“There’s a reaction, all right. But you made it clear sex was off the table. I might be an asshole, but I respect what a woman wants.”

“I like that about you.” She rose, took a drink from his beer, and then straddled him. “There’s some room between nothing and sex, wouldn’t you say?”

She kissed him and then slid off his body until she was kneeling on the floor between his legs. She reached for the button on his jeans.

He grabbed her hands. “You don’t have to do this. I didn’t come over here looking for anything.”

“That’s what makes it hotter.” She undid his button and he lifted his hips to allow her to pull his pants off. She shoved them to his ankles but left them there. She stroked him with a firm grasp, just the way he liked. “I don’t swallow.”

“Okay.” He thrust his hips up into her fist.

“Just putting it out there.” She lowered her head and swirled her tongue over his tip.

“Fuck.” He closed his eyes and fisted his hands on the couch, as she took him in her hot mouth.

“You gonna tell me what you like?” She stroked him again.

“You’re doing fine. Hand and mouth. Pressure.”

She licked the line between his balls and he gripped his own thigh. She laughed as she trailed her tongue up his length. “You can touch me.”

“Didn’t want to freak you out.”

“I don’t scare that easily. You can even pull my hair a little if you want.”

He growled and thrust his fingers into her hair. The moan he received in return pulsed in his cock. Her mouth was perfect and it didn’t take him long. He released her head. “Off,” he grunted. Then he grabbed the towel she left on the couch from her hair and cleaned up.

She rocked back and swiped at her lips with a pretty grin.

“Come here.” He held out a hand to help her up and back onto his lap. With his left hand, he cradled her jaw and brought her in for a kiss. His right hand gripped her ass and scooted her close until she was notched against his dick.

She gasped at the contact.

“Use me. Ride me,” he said gruffly.

She shifted slowly, rubbing herself against him. She took his mouth as she ground her hips, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He felt her heat through the soft cotton of her pajama pants. He held her close as she panted and buried her face in his neck until she shuddered her own release.

They clung to each other for long minutes after. The uncertainty from earlier gone. Whatever this was between them was there and wasn’t going away.