Page 41 of A Coffee Away

“That flushed look suits you,” Esteban whispered close to my ear.

I rolled my eyes and got the reaction I wanted from him.

“You’ll pay for that, my sweet. You know what happens when you roll your eyes at me.” His breath hit my nape in an oh-so-delicious way. His husky, demanding voice sent a shiver directly to my groin.

He showed me recently what happened when I rolled my eyes, and I couldn’t wait.

“You’re thinking about it, huh? You’re picturing it.”

My whole body tingled with anticipation.

“You’re picturing me as I smack your ass and back with the flogger you love. The one that makes you whimper.” His voice was low against my ear, the laughs and voices of the others fading into the background.

I put my hand on his knee, and I could almost feel his grin against my neck.

Esteban stood and helped me up.

The group watched us.

Esteban smiled. “Robbie is tired. I’m taking him home.”

Everyone went to stand, but I gestured for them to relax. “Don’t worry, guys. You can stay. It was just a little draining.”

We waved goodbye and left.

Esteban opened the passenger door for me. Without a word, he took the driver’s seat and drove home. Silence surrounded us during the ten-minute trip. The only sign of Esteban’s lust was the way he gripped my thigh hard beneath my groin. I was crumbling beneath his touch.

We entered the underground garage and hurried to the elevator.

Once we were inside the apartment, he shut the door. “Kneel.”

I obeyed, facing away from our bedroom.

He left me there and went inside the bedroom. A thump on the table was followed by his footsteps as he approached from behind.

I swallowed dryly.

Esteban put a blindfold over my eyes, then gripped my chin, kissing me from behind. He grunted in approval, and his footsteps receded.

Something cool touched my lower lip. “Drink.”

I opened my mouth and sighed as cold water flowed inside. He was always attentive to my needs, more so in these moments. When I was satiated, he took the glass away.

Minutes passed before I sensed his closeness. His leathery scent hit me before the sound of a zipper reached my ears. I had to tell myself to be patient, as my mouth almost opened in anticipation of what I knew he expected. A soft touch brushed my lips, then his thumb was inside my mouth. I sucked hard.

In mere seconds, he pushed the head of his cock against my lips. “Open.”

With just a word, I was his to command. I opened wide and let him slip inside. All of him. I relaxed my throat, making way, but I gagged. We were still working on controlling the reflex, but sometimes it happened.

His palm covered my neck, caressing my throat and angling it so he could fit better. “That’s it, baby.” He slid inside again, but this time the gag didn’t come. “You take me so well.”

He continued slowly. In and out. In and out.

His musky, natural scent drove me wild with need as I lay helpless at his feet.

He groaned as I sucked hard, then clasped my ponytail, pushing into me. He was not gentle as he fucked my mouth, his need evident as his breath hitched again and again. Tears trickled down my cheeks, and I moaned in pleasure, my dick hard.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.