Page 48 of Player For Hire

Strong and built from his work, from taking care of his body, from just pure good genetics as far as I could tell.

He slipped my hair over my shoulder to pool against his chest and belly as I lowered myself to take him in hand. He was warm and so hard. Like his skin was stretched to its limit. Lightly, I stroked his length then slid up to cover his flared head.

“Harder.”

I peered up at him and couldn’t resist straightening to kiss his slash of a mouth. My breast brushed my hand and his shaft as the kiss spun out. I didn’t realize I was squeezing him as I kissed him and he dragged in a ragged breath between kisses.

“Naomi.”

Instinctively, I pressed him against my breast and precum warmed my skin. I wiped it away with my finger and licked it clean.

His eyes were fully hooded now, and his jawline tight.

I wanted to ask questions.

They burned through my brain, but I stayed silent. I wanted to read the cues instead. It wasn’t like I’d never given a blowjob before, but it had never felt this exciting. Almost as if it was connecting us. His fingers gripped my hair as he dragged my mouth back up to him and the kiss turned raw.

A hungry meeting of mouths that was more of an attack than easy and fun.

“Tell me what’s good. What you need.” My voice was pure moan as I said it. I could see the indecision cross his features. “Right now. Don’t filter it.”

“Your mouth. Deep as you can.”

I gripped him, absorbing his groan as I covered him. The salt and silky heat urged me to take more.

His hand slipped lower on my back, and I concentrated on relaxing around him. On the pressure of his touch when his cock bumped the back of my throat.

He liked that.

I sucked in a breath and went for more.

“Naomi.” His hips lifted and he went deeper.

It was overwhelming and spots blurred at the edges of my vision as tears instantly formed. Not in frustration, just from the fullness and the reflex of my body. But I was greedy for more, even as my body went haywire from it.

From wanting to give and take at the same time.

The musky scent of him. The cedar and salt mixed on my tongue. The vein that throbbed at the underside of his head as I swirled my tongue there. It seemed to make him suck in a breath. I needed a breath and cupped him there. My mouth and hands worked in tandem for a few moments before I needed a break again.

But the soothing strokes on my back became a kneading, then his fingers twisted in my hair so he could see me. “Naomi, fuck. Am I hurting you?”

The sounds of my mouth on his cock seemed like it was coming from someone else. Greedy gulps that made me squirm with the needs growing inside of me, as well. I shook my head and went back for more.

His hand tightened, trying to pull me back.

Was that a sign he was close?

I heard my name distantly, but I was too far gone. I wanted it. Wanted his cum in my mouth, down my throat. The taste of him was as wild as the moment. It was more than I was prepared for, and I choked a little, but I took it all.

Swallowed every bit before my butt collapsed back on my feet on the cushion.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I sat up.

His chest was heaving and his head tipped had back on the couch. His arm was slung over his face as if he’d just run miles.

That restlessness was back. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, so I started to get up and he dragged me back against him, burying his face in my neck as he cupped my breast roughly, then his hand slid down between my thighs.

“You wrecked me, and you think you’re getting away?”