Page 42 of Mountain Void

There was no hesitation in her this time, none of the doubt he’d seen earlier at the gala, none of the fear that had followed her home. “Unless you feel like I’m just using you.”

For a second, he didn’t trust himself to speak.

The words rose immediately—honest, instinctive, and entirely unfiltered.

Honey, you can use me anytime. I’ll take what I can get, to be close to you.

He swallowed them down.

What came out instead was quieter, rougher around the edges. “Come here.”

Her gray eyes held his gaze. “You sure?”

“I’m sure,” he echoed, reaching out for her hand. She avoided his touch and reached out to the front of his suit pants, feeling his erection through the fabric.

Lorenz groaned, the sound low and involuntary.

“Charlie …”

The deliberate way she held his gaze as she touched him cut through what little distance he might have struggled to maintain.

His hand closed around her wrist, not to stop her, but to still her for a second.

“You’re sure,” he said, needing the confirmation.

Her lips curved faintly. The pink lipstick she’d worn earlier for the fundraiser was mostly gone now, blurred at the edges, her real lip color coming through underneath, softer, richer. He liked that color better.

“I said I was,” she said, her tone almost defiant. One small hand went to his belt buckle.

Everything inside him tightened. He exhaled unsteadily.

She tugged on his belt buckle, releasing it, then undoing the button and the zipper. When her hand found its way inside his boxer shorts, cupping his cock, his knees threatened to buckle.

“Maybe you’ll let me have a little taste this time,” she said, sliding down.

The sight of her, in that black dress, on her knees in front of him, was enough to get him close to blowing his load.

Desire shone bright in her eyes as she took out his thick cock. Her pink tongue came out to taste him, licking the pre-cum from the tip.

“Mmm.”

Then her lips—those same lips he’d been admiring moments earlier—closed around his shaft. As she took him deep into her mouth, Lorenz’s hands tightened into fists by his side. He forced himself to stay still, when everything inside him wanted more. More. But he wasn’t going to rush her.

Too soon, she released him with a soft pop, and went back to licking—from the tip, leaking glossy cum, all the way to the root, then back again. She hummed contentedly, then sucked him in again, her mouth a tight little vise.

Lorenz groaned. “Charlie …”

Her gray eyes lifted, looking straight into his. A small tear rolled down her cheek, and he immediately tried to pull back, but she grabbed onto his ass and held him closer, taking even more of his shaft in her mouth.

Then she sucked.

The pleasure was such, it took his brain a moment to process how close he was to coming.

No.

As much as he loved her hot mouth, he wanted to be inside her when he came.

“Hey,” she protested as he pulled back.