Free Desire's Prisoner (Planet Desire Book 1) by Delilah Devlin Page B

“He’s so soft.”
    Adam snorted.
    “His skin, silly. It’s like velvet. Almost as soft as my nipples.” Her hand slipped from his cock to a nipple, testing the texture, then returning to caress him again.
    The sight was unbelievably erotic. Adam had to check to make sure his tongue was still behind his teeth.
    Her thumb circled the tiny eye at the tip.
    Adam groaned.
    Her head jerked up, and she circled again. “Rufus likes that?”
    “Uh huh.”
    Her face lowered and her tongue stuck out, narrowed to a point, and dipped into the eye.
    “Look at that.” Evena pointed his dick toward his face.
    A drop of pre-cum, white and round as a pearl, glistened on the eye.
    Evena swirled her tongue over it, then licked her lips in a circle before pressing a gooey kiss to Rufus’s crown. “What a good little man you are.”
    Sweat broke on Adam’s forehead. Evena appeared satisfied taking her time, but the minutes ticking by were becoming pure torture—his cock was as hard as a rock. “Evena?”
    “Yes, Adam?”
    “He’s Rufus the Ready,” he growled.
    “Did I mention, rumors circulated that Rufus was gay?”
    “He’s not gay,” Adam replied flatly.
    “He’s never—”
    “Not once.”
    “Hmmm.” She looked disappointed.
    “Evena.”
    “Yes, Adam?”
    “Quit stalling.”
    “Spoilsport.” Then, she added, “He has a funny shape.”
    Adam gritted his teeth. “What’s funny about it?”
    “Well, it’s straight, until just here—” She touched the underside of Rufus, just below the ridge of his crown. “Then he crooks inward a tad.”
    “He’s straight as an arrow,” he disagreed.
    “’Fraid not. Rufus isn’t perfect.”
    “Argh!”
    Evena’s hands circled Rufus, warm and tight.
    Adam closed his eyes and pushed upwards between her laced fingers, relief moments away.
    “Would you look at that?”
    He cracked one eyelid open.
    “My hands aren’t small, but my fingers can’t reach around—”
    She was killing him by inches. “Evena!”
    “All right,” she replied grumpily. “How long would you say he is—”
    “God’s ballocks!”
    “No need to curse. I can sure tell Rufus runs the show.” She slid her hands down and up, and then closed her lips over Rufus’s smooth head.
    With a hard-on so painful his teeth hurt, Adam willed his body to relax.
    “You’re squirming,” she complained.
    “I don’t squirm.” He pushed between her clasped hands again, telling her with his body he was ready for her to get on with it.
    “Anyone ever tell you you’re grumpy in the morning?”
    “Woman, right now there’s only one way to get me in a better mood.”
    Wearing a frown of concentration, Evena slowly masturbated him with her hands—tugging, sliding, and twisting—her face so close her breath washed over the super-sensitized flesh.
    She’d learned fast how to drive him insane. Now that she’d settled into the task, he closed his eyes, his attention focused on the feel of her two strong hands rubbing the skin of his dick up and down his rigid pole. Her hands moved faster. His heart thudded louder in his chest, his breath quickened, and blood thrummed through his veins, constricting his balls. He groaned and fisted her hair, drawing her face down to his cock.
    Enough! “Baby, suck me off,” he pleaded hoarsely.
    Evena fought to contain her triumphant grin. He’d begged. Or nearly. Sure, his words had been a command, but his tone had pleaded.
    Evena swirled her tongue on his crown before sinking down on him. Up and down, her mouth followed the motion of her hands, gauging his arousal by his gasps and how tightly he gripped her hair. No way was he letting her up to make another observation.
    And Evena could have gone on and on about the taste of his warm, salty flesh and the musky scent of his arousal. And how about the feel of his huge cock ramming past her tongue to the back of her throat?
    She sucked harder, and moisture lubricated her hands. She began to twist them slightly as