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“Open your mouth.”

I barely hear him, head pushed into the pillow. Dimly, I feel him turn my head to the side, and I open my mouth. Two fingers trace my lower lip before pushing into my mouth. Heat shocks through me like electricity. Fuck. Me. He tastes like Coen, and a lot like I’d like to put his dick in my mouth.

“I want—” I try around his fingers.

He pulls them out. “What’s that, baby?”

Suddenly shy, I falter. “I want…to do that.”

His mouth grazes the back of my neck, and his hips keep pumping.

“You want to suck me off?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe.

His teeth skim my skin, biting down briefly. My eyes roll back. Who knew I liked a little edge of pain?

“Only if I get to come in your mouth,” he murmurs. “Only if you come on mine.”

Thump-thump. The bed hits the wall.

“God, yes,” I burst out.

He pulls abruptly and sinks back against the pillows, stripping off the condom. If I don’t do it, I’m going to lose my nerve. So, I push myself upright and crawl across the bed, dipping my head into his lap. It doesn’t occur to me until the head slides over my tongue that, despite him having worn a condom, I can still taste myself on him. There it is again—that bolt of lightning between my thighs. It’s going to take him about two minutes to get me off when I’m done with him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans.

He gathers up my hair and holds it back. His other hand slides down my chest and cups my left breast, teasing my nipple.

Heat pulses between my thighs. I push down as far as I can go, which isn’t far, but I don’t think he minds. Running my tongue up the underside, I swirl it over the head and suck at the same time. It’s been a while, but turns out, I remember how to do this. It must be good, because his thigh twitches, and he lets out another one of those delicious groans.

“Look at me, baby,” he says.

I do, keeping his cock in my mouth. He gives me this look, like he’d get on his hands and knees and crawl through the desert to do this again. That does something to me, on a molecular level. I would do filthy things for him just to see that look in his eyes again.

“That’s right,” he says. “A little deeper for me.”

I press in, the smooth head touching the back of my throat.

“Breathe,” he says.

I inhale, and he shifts his hips. It’s a slow and steady pressure, but he’s being so careful, it doesn’t make me gag. He pauses, then pulls back.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

I hum around him and sink deeper, licking up his length and sucking the tip. It’s salty and pleasant. My toes curl as I dip up and down, pushing him closer. I grip the base. It pulses, veins pumping. I flick my eyes back up and lick the tip as our eyes meet.

His jaw tenses.

“Fuck, I need to come on your tits,” he grits out.

He slides his hand beneath my chin and pulls me off him, taking me by the hair and pulling my head back. Oh my God, I can feel this, deep inside, like a drum beat. His lids lower, pupils blowing. His hand wraps around his cock and starts jerking himself off, veins in his forearms standing out. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on before in my life.

“Come on me,” I beg, unable to hold back.

He lets out another groan, and cum splashes across my tits and down his thigh. My brain buzzes, my free hand sliding over my breasts, leaving trails through his cum. His breath hitches. I have a half second to catch my breath before he flips me onto my back and pushes his face between my legs.

“Oh, fuck,” I yelp.