Free Nip-n-Tuck by Delilah Devlin Page B

his firm buttocks, ignoring his hissing breath and the clench of his firm buttocks, and leaned closer. She pulled the fabric tighter, the seam sinking between his cheeks.
    “Anyone actually wear them this way?” he asked, his voice rising.
    A smile tugged her lips. “I’m just getting your measure.”
    “Better make sure you leave more room then,” he growled softly.
    A grin tugged at her mouth. “You’re right, sir. I should see how much fabric I should leave…for comfort.” She let go of the fabric, removed the pin at his thigh, and efficiently unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then standing close to his chest, pressing against him to increase the pressure on her clamped nipples, she slid her palms inside the back of his pants and beneath the waist of his boxers, and smoothed them both down his buttocks.
    Beneath her fingers, his skin was taut and muscled. When she’d pulled all the material down his thighs, she glanced up to gauge his reaction.
    His skin was stretched across sharp-boned cheeks. His gaze was just as hard-edged and focused on her mouth.
    Just as they’d agreed, she leaned toward his cock, letting her eyelids drift down halfway, and breathed in his scent as she rubbed her cheek against his satiny shaft.
    “Fuck me,” he muttered softly.
    “Now, that’s not part of the plan today. But this is nice, isn’t it?”
    “Nice?”
    She liked the breathless edge of his voice. Liked the subtle forward thrust of his hips. An unmistakable hint that he was growing restless.
    As was she. Moisture oozed from inside her. She tugged the back of her skirt to keep it from getting soaked and eased down to sit on her heels.
    Gabby sank her nose in the crisp, curling hairs at his groin. She dragged her tongue from the root of his cock up to the soft bulb at the end, taking her time to learn the places that made him tighten and gasp. Slicking over the cap, she flicked the narrow slit, and then dipped the tip of her tongue inside.
    “ Jesus…fuck .” A hand landed on her head, patting her hair as though he hadn’t quite committed.
    Like a cat, she tipped her head against his palm, nudging him, encouraging him to rake her bound hair with his fingers. The vibrations rattling inside her intensified, stroking her deep within, and she lifted sleepy eyes to see him watching her expression. She smiled.
    When he pulled her hair, at last, she told him wordlessly how pleased she was. She opened her mouth and took him inside. She rose slightly higher to angle her head downward because his erection, which was pulling upward and hardening further, crowded into her mouth as he stroked with more depth and intensity.
    Her “customer” muttered under his breath and pulled her hair, his hips pumping with full force now into her mouth, cramming against the back of her throat.
    She tightened her lips around him and sucked hard, pulling, growling, her hands sliding up and down his reddened stalk. He’d told her he liked a little twist, so she gave him a double-fisted one, a firm, clockwise tug that had him rising on his toes and powering harder into her mouth.
    Without a boyfriend for far too long, Gabby had missed so many things. But when “Tall” had asked her what she wanted most, her response had been this act. Something about a man’s body, so different from her own—the musky smell, the silk and steel textures—were what she’d missed most.
    All the while she happily licked and sucked, the internal revving hum built and tension curled deep inside her belly.
    In the distance, she heard the tinkle of the doorbell and cursed the interruption. Coming off him, she leaned toward the curtain, and pulled it back just a couple of inches. A man walked through the store, glancing toward the suits and slacks lined along the far wall. She dropped the curtain, and tilted back her head. “Think you can be quiet?” she whispered.
    “Can you?” he asked, his voice clipped and tight. A hand cupped his balls and massaged them.
    She