Page 70 of Cruel Shame

I was too busy running the tip of my tongue up his shaft to answer. His skin there was as soft as velvet, as thin as silk, and barely concealed the rush and pulse of the vessels beneath my tongue. I paused to suck on a thick vein and swirled around the part where the shaft met the tip.

Orlando hissed through his teeth. “Lilah.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cum.”

“N-no.”

“Good.” Securing him firmly by the base, I slipped him between my lips and opened my mouth wide to accommodate his girth.

He threw his head back and howled. Pride swelled in my chest and pleasure flooded my core. An unexpected response, but most welcome. Orlando must have known he was more than a mouthful because he kept still, not thrusting his hips like Sammy might have done to reach the back of my throat.

I pumped my hand up and down his shaft, while bobbing my head back and forth along his tip and the first three or four inches. All the while, Orlando made deep, shuddering sounds that turned me on so much that fluid trickled down my inner thighs.

Until now, I hadn’t thought that being in control could be so arousing, but Orlando’s noisy restraint made heat pool in my sex and made my core muscles clench with a hunger to be filled.

His thigh muscles tightened, and he moaned something incoherent about getting close. I could stop now and mount him or let him climax, knowing that he would last ages the second round.

Humming around my mouthful, I quickened my pace, making the muscles beneath me quiver. Then without so much of a warning, Orlando’s hips rose, and he erupted with a roar.

Warm, thick fluid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed again and again around my mouthful until his body went slack.

“Bloody hell,” Orlando said through panting breaths. “I never imagined it could be so good.”

I raised my head and grinned. “Take it as my way of saying thanks for last time.”

He pulled me onto my lap and pressed a kiss on my lips. “Thirsty?”

I nodded.

Orlando twisted around the seat, reached for the champagne bottle, and flicked off the cork with a deep pop. My heart skipped at the sound, and I fell back onto his chest with a giggle.

“Here.” He placed the bottle to my lips.

“Really?”

“It’s only us drinking it, so why not?”

The cool, sparkling liquid fizzed on my tongue and slid down my throat, replacing Orlando’s bitter taste with its crisp acidity and a hint of fruit. His large hand rubbed my back, as though encouraging me to keep drinking. My heart still raced from the excitement of sucking him off, but at least my breaths slowed.

After gulping down several mouthfuls, I drew back from the bottle and sighed. “Thanks.”

He took a nice, long swig before returning the bottle to the bucket. Then he turned to me and grinned. “So?”

“So?” I smiled back.

“Did you like my taste?”

I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

He chuckled, wrapping both arms around my waist and tucking me under his chin. His hands fumbled with my tie. “You’re so bloody hot.”

“How hot?” I leaned back and raised my chin, letting him pull it loose and unbutton my shirt.

“Scorching.” His lips grazed my neck, and he pressed warm kisses down my chest with each button he unfastened until he divested me of my shirt and blazer.

With each press of his lips, sparks of pleasure raced toward my nipples, and I shuddered under his touch. Orlando laid me down on the leather seat, continuing those kisses to my belly button, his fingers circling my clit while I lay twitching and panting in only my bra and upturned skirt.

He stared down at me through darkened eyes. “I want to see you naked.”