Page 26 of Bound Hearts

He helps guide my rhythm; he moans as I suck the way he wants it. His thighs are tight muscles as his body seeks an orgasm, one that I’m going to give him. Bringing my right hand to the base of his cock, I pump him a few times while I gather a fresh round of breath. He’s slick with my saliva, and looking at his cock, I crave more. Stuffing my mouth full of him again, my sounds are muffled. I nearly gag, but he pulls back enough, and my response is to tighten my suction on his length.

“Such a dirty girl. You like my cock?” His eyes are hooded as he stares up at the ceiling, enjoying using me.

I mumble my answer as my nails claw into his skin because I take him as deep as I possibly can, tears almost stinging my eyes and mouth properly stretched as I wrap tightly around him. Both of his hands frame my head as he has me do what he wants, and every second increases my own arousal.

“Want my cum?”

I attempt to nod.

“I know you love swallowing, such a good girl. Just like you want me to come inside that pussy of yours.” His words are thick with lust and cause my body to feel like it’s on fire.

Finding my tempo and doing all of the movements I’ve learned he likes, he roars into an orgasm. Squirts of his cum shoot down my throat. When he pulls out, his breath heavy, I sit back on my heels and take the back of my long finger to wipe my mouth.

Foster stares down at me, completely tranquil. “I fucking love when your mouth looks thoroughly fucked.”

Slowly standing up, I feel satisfied with my performance. “You’re very welcome.”

“I didn’t thank you.” His words are sinister, especially as he pushes me down onto the couch. “But I will now. Open those legs and let me fuck that pussy as deep as I got to fuck your throat.”

My clit is throbbing from his words. I love it when the man is crazed with desire. He comes down to his knees, throwing both of my legs over his shoulders, spreading me wide. He nearly tears my panties when he pulls them to the side. A few strokes with his thumb against my clit and I’m already seeing stars, and I haven’t even come yet.

But that’s Foster.

He knows my body now. Which buttons to press, what I like, what I need. I’m an instrument he knows how to play.

Which is why the entire evening, the whisper in my mind reminds me that explosive chemistry can mean one of two things:

Lust and infatuation.

Or something far more powerful.

8

FOSTER

SIX WEEKS LATER

Iwatch her wake up from the doorway, and she looks like a heavyweight sinking into the mattress, completely unrested and not wanting to open her eyes. Noticing the way she blinks her eyes open, there’s a flicker inside me when she quickly searches my side of the bed and finds it empty, and a shade of disappointment sweeps across her face before she stretches her body out under the sheet, attempting to wake up. Not going to lie, she looks completely drained.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty.” My voice causes her to wake fully, and she watches me head into my walk-in closet with a towel wrapped around my waist. With one whiff, I can smell my body wash scent stuck to my skin, which Sutton always says is masculine and clean.

“Did you just wake up?” she asks.

I chuckle as I search for clothes. “No. I went to the gym already.”

In the corner of my eye, she drags herself up to sitting. “What time is it?”

“Ten.”

A bolt of electricity instantly zings through her. “What? I never sleep this late, especially at sleepovers with the CFO from my work. Even on New Year’s Day, I didn’t sleep so late.”

“I’m still Mr. CFO?” I grin to myself. “You were out like a light, and it’s Saturday, so I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh… thanks.” She scoots off the bed and heads to her bag on the chaise lounge in the corner.

I appear in the entryway of my closet and set my eyes on her, observing her, with a smirk twisting on my mouth. “No need to hurry off.”

She snickers to herself. “This is a little late past the norm, don’t ya think?”