Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2)

Jamie heard himself breathing now, and he could feel the oxygen surging through his blood, making everything brighter, including her touch.

She drew her hand up again, and this time, she slipped her thumb over the head, smearing the drop of liquid across the ridge. His pulse rose to a frightening pace.

Jamie was just reaching out a hand to stop her when she carefully touched her tongue to his cock. He dropped his hand and watched as her pink tongue tasted him again. This time it swirled around his head, and lights flashed through his brain, blinding him for a moment.

“Mmm,” she murmured, and then he felt her lips slide over him.

“Oh, Christ,” he groaned.

She smiled against him, her eyes flashing up to watch him through her lashes.

Oh, Christ.

Her mouth closed over just the head, her tongue teasing against the ridge before she slid deeper. There was nothing hotter than this and there never would be. Olivia taking him in for the first time, her lips stretching around him…. Then she began to suck, and he forgot everything except how to feel.

His world became heat and slickness and suction. Her hand tightened at the base of his shaft as her mouth worked him.

He realized then that he’d been so focused on showing her pleasure that he hadn’t expected this. That only made it sweeter as she took him deep. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, then changed his mind and looked again.

Pleasure weighed heavy at the base of his cock and grew heavier with each draw of her hot mouth. “Olivia,” he murmured, wanting to speak her name.

She dipped her head deeper, and he felt her choke.

“Don’t,” he said, setting his hand to her hair. “Don’t do that. Just… You feel so good.” He didn’t need her to perform. He just needed her.

She shifted her hand and Jamie gasped.

Olivia slid her mouth from him and looked up. “You like that?” She stroked him again.

“Yes,” he answered with the last of his breath. “I like that.”

She smiled. “Good,” she said, before she slid her mouth down him again.

He lost his ability to speak at that point. She worked her hand and mouth in a slow rhythm that pulled him under and drugged him with pleasure. He felt like coming already, and he didn’t want to. Not yet. Not when she was taking him deeper, her tongue a firm stroke against his shaft. Her mouth pure white heat.

Only sheer willpower helped him hold on. This first time with Olivia would never happen again. Hell, it might never happen again at all. So he forced the pleasure down as far as he could. He watched her mouth against his wet shaft and felt the tiny hum of her voice against his skin. And finally it was too much.

He slipped his fingers into her hair. “I’m going to come,” he ground out past clenched teeth.

Her sigh whispered over his cock.

“Olivia,” he warned, trying to ease her back, but she didn’t budge, and he wasn’t inclined to force her. Instead he let himself feel everything build inside him, the pleasure growing, building to an impossible weight. “Ah, shit,” he growled, then let it crash over him, breaking him down.

She squeezed him, milking him, her mouth still tight over the head. He knew she was swallowing him down, he could feel himself pulsing into her, and that made the climax so much sweeter.

When she finally let him go, Jamie spun on his heel and collapsed to the bed. He heard Olivia’s laugh and waved her up. “Come here.”

She collapsed beside him, and he realized they were both still half-dressed.

“You’re pretty good at that yourself,” he murmured.

“Liar.”

“Liar, my ass,” he countered.

He felt her rise up on her elbow. “You know what? I really, really liked that.”

He cracked one eye open to check her out. “You sound surprised.”