Page 208 of The Grand Duel

He sucks in a breath as I palm him, shuffling further back so that I can lower my upper body.

I wanted him so badly in Italy, and he wouldn’t let himself be touched. I had no idea I’d already been with him at the club at that point, and I’ve been with him since. But this feels different.

He’s not done this with a woman since he was twenty-five years old.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, needing him to be okay. Praying he won’t stop me.

He looks down at the hand I have wrapped around him, his eyes hooded, hips tilting up slightly, as if he can’t wait. “You know, Lis.”

I work him from base to tip, my mouth so close I could lick him. My eyes lift to his, needing the words.

“Anything,” he says, and I flick my tongue out, teasing slowly over the tip. “Lissie…baby.”

I take my time to work him in my hand, his cock growing thicker and harder with each pull.

“Tell me if this is okay. Tell me what you need.” I lift my eyes and watch his face as I slowly take him to the back of my throat, dragging my tongue up the underside of him as I pull back.

His mouth parts as he watches, his hips lifting for more. Desperate.

When I sink back down again, I give him what he wants and go deeper.

Charlie moans and slides his hands into my hair, his legs tensing under me as he works his hips. “Yes, like that.”

My heart thuds at his praise, at the idea of what he’s letting me do to him and where we’re doing it. I cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as I ease back.

“Lower.” He sighs, hardening.

My mouth waters, and I gather the spit in my mouth, letting it slip from between my lips and glide down over the head of his cock.

I watch, knowing he is too, as it runs over my fingers at the base and then down over his balls. His head tilts back as the spit disappears further, his body stiff.

“Anything,” I whisper against him, taking him into my mouth, working him slow and deep as I hollow my cheeks, worshipping every inch I can get.

His hands fall to his sides, as if what I’m doing is exactly what he needs, and it fuels me. I keep the pace, my tongue fluttering and twisting around his length as I suck, not letting up.

He moans. “Lis…baby…”

I hum, and a burst of precum fills my mouth.

I don’t swallow it, letting it coat him as it mixes with my saliva.

With my mouth wrapped around him, I run my hand up his body and push down on his chin until he understands what I want and opens his mouth. I slip my middle finger inside, relishing in the way he sucks on it, wetting it, whimpering when he bites on the pad.

I pull away as it stings, bringing it back to where I had it, close to where he wants it, cupping his balls.

I roll them, squeezing as I take him deep in my throat again.

And then I run my middle finger over his scrotum and lower, applying pressure to his asshole.

His cock feels like it turns to steel in my mouth, his body jerking as he lets out an animalistic sound.

He fists the sides of the hammock, my heart pounding as I witness his undoing.

“Lis,” he groans.

I swallow around him, spurred on by his thrusting hips.

“Yes, baby.”