“Jesus.” He pressed his eyes closed. “This is not the time to tell me that.”
“I have been proverbially starved for years. And your cock looks like a prime cut of meat from a sacred fucking cow. I think my teeny-tiny oral fixation just turned into a full-blown obsession.”
Beckett started laughing again. Until wet warmth surrounded the head of his cock. He sucked a sharp breath and jerked against the restraint on his wrists. “Fuck.”
When he opened his eyes and looked down, Eden was focused on sucking the head of his cock between her lips over and over. Once he was inside her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the ridge, then pulled back, and cool air drifted over the sensitive skin.
A tremor snaked through him. The muscles of his arms flexed, the fabric of his tie pulled. And Eden lifted a naughty smile to him before spending long, slow seconds torturing him with her tongue around the sensitive tip and rim.
Beckett dropped his head back on a loud groan and a few more curses.
When her mouth released him, Beckett opened his eyes and found her leaning over him to reach for the pillow beside his head. He lifted and grabbed the edge of her bra with his teeth.
Eden laughed a little squeal. “Let go.”
He grinned. “Uh-uh.” Then added a muffled “Take it off.”
After a few minutes of tussling to get the fabric from between his teeth, Eden gave in and unfastened the bra. When she leaned back, it slid from her arms and exposed her breasts. Bouncy, full, gorgeous breasts.
Beckett pushed the fabric from his mouth and rasped, “Bring those beauties here. I’m hungry too.”
“Sorry. My needs come first.” She stuffed a pillow beneath his hips. “Especially since you’re a little tied up at the moment.”
Beckett growled. Frustration burned through his body.
Eden hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxers and slid them down his thighs, his calves, then took hold of his socks and pulled them all off in one swoosh. And then stared at his body, a hot smile lifting half her mouth. “Well done, Mr. Croft. Really, really well done.”
Her approval only made his need more urgent. “Come say that to my face.”
Eden laughed at his challenge to draw her closer, but she did come back to him. And she did lower her head and start feasting. Only she didn’t start with his cock like he expected. Instead, she pushed his thighs wide, lifted his testicles, and massaged them while she licked at the sensitive perineum behind. Beckett’s breath caught. Sensation rocketed through his cock and up his body, out his arms. His hands fisted and jerked against the tie.
But Eden continued to tease him with light pressure from her lips and the warm stroke of her tongue, nearly tearing Beckett from his skin. And when she
gently took the skin of his sac between her teeth and scraped, he swore and bowed backward. Both hands gripped the headboard while Eden pulled his perineum between her lips and sucked and sucked and sucked. Beckett’s eyes rolled back in his head. His breathing stuttered. Pleasure shuddered through his body.
“Motherfucker—”
She slid her tongue across his sac, then slipped one testicle into her mouth, the move gentle and fluid and utterly natural. But the sensations it washed through Beckett blurred his vision and trembled through his body. His mind wasn’t working. The words he uttered were fractured and disjointed, making no sense. Just as smoothly as she’d taken the first, she released it, licked the other, then closed her lips around it and rolled it around with her tongue like candy.
Beckett let out a long, deep, tortured moan. Fuck, that was so good, he couldn’t even put words to it. He couldn’t remember a woman ever doing this for him. And he would have remembered something this mind-blowing.
The sight of her small hand holding his cock, her blonde head working between his thighs, delivered another jolt of urgent lust. “Eden, can’t take anymore.”
She hummed in disappointment, and the sound vibrated through his sac and into the base of his cock. Beckett’s hips surged, and he choked out a moan. Eden pushed up on one hand. She brought the other to her mouth and met his eyes while she stroked her tongue down her palm, then wrapped her fingers gently around his length and stroked.
Fire blasted through his shaft and spread through his pelvis.
When he caught his breath, he asked, “Are you wet?”
She nodded, a small smile turning her lips. A dazed look in her eyes.
“Take off your panties.” When she didn’t seem interested in his suggestion, he said, “Let me see your pretty pussy while you suck me off.”
She stepped off the bed and hooked her thumbs in her panties, slowly sliding them down her hips, her thighs, and letting them drop. Her pussy was shaved except for one light strip of hair down the center.
Beckett’s breath released on a wave. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?” When she returned to the bed, straddling his thighs, he said, “Bring it here, Eden.” He flexed and clenched his fingers, aching to touch her. “Let me taste that pussy.”
“Mmm, not now. I have work to do here.” And she held his gaze, opened her mouth over the head of his cock, then slowly took three-quarters of his length.