“Come here and find out for yourself.”
5
FLASH GAVE HIM a long look and didn’t speak. They were in a standoff and he’d just fired the first shot. Now it was her move.
She started to stand and Ian shook his head.
“You know better than that,” he said.
Flash lowered herself back to the floor. She didn’t move again, not for a few seconds. Stubborn girl, he knew she wanted it as much as he did. And she knew he knew, which was why she took her own sweet time obeying him.
Not that he minded. He could wait. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long. Flash slowly tipped forward and came up onto her hands and knees. She crawled four feet from the wall to the end of his bed. Every muscle in his body went taut at the sight of this invincible woman on her knees in front of him. His chest heaved as she knelt between his thighs and his blood rushed and burned. She hadn’t even touched him yet.
This time he made her wait, made her sit there while he took her chin in his hand and turned her face left and right and then finally up to meet his eyes.
“So beautiful,” he said. “I like the nose stud.” He tapped the end of her nose to make her smile.
“Thank you,” she said. No sarcasm. No talking back. She laid her head on his thigh and he couldn’t help but feel that was exactly where it belonged.
“I love the way your hair looks after you take your welding helmet off. Sometimes you spike your hair up on purpose. But that’s when it’s spiked up just because it’s swea
ty and out of control. It looks like you’ve just been fucked, long and hard. I like that image in my head.”
“Me being fucked long and hard?”
“Me. Fucking you. Long and hard,” he said.
“I like that image, too.”
With his hand still on her chin, he traced the outline of her lips with his thumb. She had full soft kissable lips, the kind of lips a man dreams of seeing wrapped around his cock morning, noon
and night. Their first and only night together he’d made her suck him off the second they were inside the door of his Pearl District apartment. He’d been leaning back against his own front door, his hands twisted in her hair, and his cock down her throat. And the entire city of Portland lay before him outside his sky rise window that looked down onto the Columbia River. It felt like they were putting on a show for the town. They’d made it a damn good show.
Ian pushed his thumb past her lips and into her mouth, resting the pad on top of her tongue.
“I remember this mouth,” he said softly. “I remember how it felt on my cock. I remember this tongue licking me. You wanted it even more than I did. I didn’t even have to tell you twice to get on your knees. I kissed you, whispered, ‘Suck me off,’ in your ear and you hit your knees so fast I thought you saw someone with a gun outside the window.”
She couldn’t laugh with his thumb in her mouth holding her tongue down, but he felt her body shiver with the suppressed chuckle.
“You moaned when I put my hand on the back of your head,” he said, lightly fucking her mouth now with his thumb. “I’d never had a woman moan with pleasure while she was going down on me. But you did. That’s when I knew you and I would get along just fine...wouldn’t we?”
She closed her eyes and nodded. Her dark lashes, heavy and thick with black mascara and eyeliner, fluttered on her cheeks. The softest moan escaped the back of her throat.
“You want me,” Ian said. “You want my cock.”
She nodded again, eyes still closed. He stroked her tongue again with the pad of his thumb. Soft and wet and warm, he needed that tongue on his body.
“Suck me,” he said. “But don’t make me come yet. I’m saving that for later.”
He pulled his thumb from her mouth and leaned back on the bed on his hands. Flash didn’t hesitate one second, not that he expected her to. She unbuttoned his jeans with eager, dexterous fingers, pulled the zipper down carefully and lifted his T-shirt to press a long hot kiss onto his lower stomach. Ian wrapped his feet around her thighs to trap her body between his legs.
Ian didn’t allow himself to make any sounds when she put his cock into her mouth. He’d make her work for it before he rewarded her. Oh, but he could have groaned when she sucked him deep into her hot mouth. He’d thought of this a thousand times since their one night together. He’d dreamed about it and woken up hard. He’d even come in his sleep once while dreaming about Flash sucking his cock, something he hadn’t done since he was a teenage boy. He dug his fingers deep into the sheets of his bed to keep himself from coming immediately into her mouth. For six months he’d ached to have this again. Six months was a very long time to go between the two sexiest blow jobs of his life.
Flash touched him while she sucked him like she did last time. She seemed particularly fond of his stomach and the bottom of his rib cage, which she tickled and traced with her fingertips. She loved his body and he knew it because she’d told him that night not only in words but with her every hungry touch. He’d held her down onto the bed by her wrists and she’d pouted because she couldn’t touch him like that. Eight thick inches of cock inside her and still she’d wanted more of him. He’d laughed and called her greedy. She’d said, “With me it’s all or nothing, Ian. Give it all to me.” God, he’d wanted to give her all of him. Instead he’d given her nothing and he bitterly regretted it.
No more regrets. Not after tonight.
Ian lifted his hips with small pulses, thrusting gently in and out of her mouth. Everything in his body from the waist down felt so tight it could pop, like a violin string wound too many times around the peg. He leaned back on his elbows to ease the pressure, but Flash was relentless, drawing him into her mouth again and again, sucking hard, licking harder. Every time she moaned he felt the vibrations all through his body from her throat to his.