Page 70 of Forbidden Eyes

My mouth gasps for air, my eyes locked to hers as I finally let go of her neck.

The fuck was that?

I back off, watching my length pull out of her mouth. Cum and saliva coat her lips and stick to my cock. I blink, unsure what the hell just crossed my thoughts, and shove my dick back into her aggressively to try ridding myself of yet more fucking feelings. Still her eyes are on mine—wide, forbidden, and raw, and she takes me straight back in, fingers still pulling on my ass asking for more.

I stare, hands planted on either side of her head, and watch her taking control of me. Her pace, her speed, her idea. The hell am I doing to someone like her? Can’t fucking take my eyes off it, though, as she swallows me down and rolls her tongue around to clean me off. I groan as she carries on, letting the feel of her all over me settle to something different, something beguiling.

My mind starts buzzing again, sweat breaking out over my forehead as she carries on losing herself in sin. For once, though, and because I know it so well, it’s nothing to do with the sucking I’m being given. I’ve been so distracted with her all day that I even forgot my shot. Doesn’t matter, though. I’ll catch up. It’s happened before when I’ve forgotten. When I was young maybe, but it’s not like I can’t deal with one missed shot.

“Trouble,” I mutter, watching those eyes watch me back.

So much fucking trouble.

Worth it, though.

I smile at that and finally pull my dick out of her again, backing away from her to reach for my jeans before my legs give way. I need a drink. And some proper goddamn food before I keel over, certainly if this is gonna carry on.

“Are you going somewhere?” she asks.

I turn back as I’m walking out the door, to see her rolling onto her front, her slender legs kicking up behind her and hair spilling all over her shoulders. My brow arches amused at her tenacity and dirty thoughts.

Greedy girl.

“Food,” I state. I need it. Either that or I’m losing consciousness in the next round. “Come get some with me.”

I pace out into the small kitchen area, grabbing a couple sodas from the fridge, and look out towards the sun slowly lowering over the sea. All night we were up fucking, and now we've spent most of today lazing in bed carrying on with more fucking, some sleep, too. She comes in a few minutes later with my blue shirt on again, fingers buttoning the front just as seductively as she did yesterday. I stare at her over the bottle I’m guzzling down, wondering why the fuck she still looks so good in it. Sexy.

“You sore?” I ask, picking up the next bottle of soda.

Must be. That virginal body has taken a fair amount of punishment since we started. She shakes her head and goes to sit on the bar stool in front of the windows, eyes staring out at the view with me. “Not much. A little tender. Are they all that big?”

“What?”

“Cocks?”

I splutter out some of my drink, hand wiping the spittle away. “Jesus. So direct. And no, they're not. Guess I'm a lucky man.” Also, why the fuck is she thinking about other dick? “Mine not big enough for you?”

She grins and spins to face me, legs widening with the move and hands trailing down her thighs. “I'm pretty sure it's plenty big enough,” she says, licking her lips and pulling her hands up her thighs this time.

“Stop distracting me. I need to eat, Fia.”

She stands and stalks towards me, fingers reaching for my neck and a sexy-as-sin smile on her face. I wish I could say my dick isn’t interested, but it is, proven by the fucking thing bouncing awake. Again. She slides up close, hands roaming all over my naked chest like she’s suddenly realised what fucking is all about.

“Why eat when we could do other things?” It's a fair point. One my dick is certainly considering. Her hand slides lower, cupping my junk through my jeans. “Not enough energy in you for another round, Carter?”

I smirk. There’s plenty more, as she’s gonna feel now I know she can take my type of battery. But, food.

I’ve picked her ass up and dumped it back over the other side of the counter on the bar stool again before she can blink. “Sit. Stay. That kinda mouth is gonna get you in a fuck tonne of trouble.”

“Woof,” she barks out.

Fuck’s sake.

I laugh and shove the soda at her, going back to the fridge and pulling out some chocolate. She pouts at me from across the other side, watching as I start ripping off a wrapper and swallowing something that isn’t her, and leans her elbows on the counter.

“Seriously, why do you always need to eat? It’s a bit of a regular interruption,” she asks, smiling through her sulk.

She’s too fucking cute. Messy hair. Her neck’s a nice red from my stubble chaffing her skin. I smile. Looks good on her, like she’s owning it without care for what it implies.