Free Suspended by Taryn Elliott Page B

relentlessly. Her nails dug into his forearms as words, sounds, the room,
everything disappeared into the chasm of pure bliss. When oxygen became
paramount, she dragged in a breath, and the swipe of his tongue brought her
back into herself.
    He gentled his grasp but didn’t let her go as he lapped at her.
The flat of his tongue opened her wider, and he found her clit again. She
struggled against the vortex of pleasure. She couldn’t survive it again. Not
and stay upright. “More.”
    She shook her head. There was no way she could give him any
more.
    He looked up at her, his mouth and chin wet with her. He
licked at her folds lazily. “I love how your thighs quiver. That’s how I know.”
    He tugged off the rest of her hoodie and stripped her to the
skin. He stood and lifted her until she clutched around him with both arms and
legs. His dress pants abraded her delicate tissues, but instead of drawing
back, she undulated her hips against him. It would probably kill her, but she
was revved for more.
    The short hairs of his buzz cut tickled under her fingertips
as she palmed the top of his head, then slanted her mouth over his. He jerked
back, but she latched on to him. She could taste herself on his lips, on his
tongue. The smoky remnants of the liquor made for a heady mix of flavors. The
kiss was anything but sweet. The crush of his mouth on hers, the dominant angle
of his head, and the hypnotic stroke of his tongue made her want more. The
chain of the rosary he wore dug into the side of her wrist. The nip of pain and
the full-body press as he crawled onto the bed with her wrapped around him
kicked her into motion.
    She scuttled back, her fingers at his zipper.
    He tried to push her hands away, but she wasn’t going to be
held back again. She wanted to touch him this time. She peeled his pants over
the muscular curve of his ass. She smoothed her fingers over the lighter skin.
His cock sprang free and bobbed between them. She smiled up at him. His face
was all serious and intense, his jaw locked around a growl. She smiled wider
and cupped her palm under his shaft.
    Had she ever made a man growl before?
    With the lightest of touches, she skittered her fingertips
over the suede softness of his head. He jerked in her hand. “Are you going to
just play with it?”
    She laughed. “Maybe.”
    The cross of his rosary swung in front of her. The dichotomy
of religion and hot, near-stranger sex made her heart kick. The chain slithered
over her forearm, tickling her as she grasped him. His groan burrowed into her.
The power of the sound matched the volume as her grip intensified. She cupped
his balls with her other hand as she clasped the base of his cock. The
underside of his shaft pressed into her belly.
    “Tell me you have something.”
    He buried his forehead into the pillow beside her head and
thrust into her hand. “God, I hope there’s something in here.” She pumped his
shaft, and he stilled above her. “Not helping.”
    She hiked her knee over his hip. “Incentive to find a
condom. Until then…” She grazed the underside of his cockhead and up to the
split at the top. Precum coated the pad of her thumb. She watched him as she
slid her thumb between her lips.
    “Fuck.”
    He was salty and warm. “Well, hurry up.”
    He reached over her and fumbled in the drawer beside the
bed. He leaned back, his dress pants bunched around his knees. She followed him
up and swiped her tongue under the head. He groaned, “Kendall.”
    She looked up at his warning tone, letting his shaft slide
along the cup she’d made with her tongue. She flattened it, enjoying the
texture of his veins and widening shaft until he hit the back of her mouth. She
tried to relax, but it had been a long time since she’d done this. She fisted
his shaft and sucked around the tip of him. He slid his fingers into her hair.
    “Christ.”
    She closed her eyes and eased him in deeper. His grip on her
hair tightened, and the bites of pain urged her to take