Free Honey House by LAURA HARNER Page B

kept the pressure firm, the suction steady, and quickened the pace. He was massive, and I couldn’t come close to taking all of him that way. I circled my hand around the base of his shaft and stroked in time with my lips. His hips began to move, and he threaded his fingers into my hair, pulling me, pumping into me, letting me know it felt good.
    “Sit,” he murmured. It wasn’t a command for me quit what I was doing. It was a plea. He needed to sit down before he fell down, and I guided him to the bed where he gratefully collapsed against the edge. I was afraid he’d stop me, and I wasn’t ready—I wanted to taste more than the drops I’d had so far. I wanted all of him.
    I looked up into his lust-filled face. “Watch me,” I whispered.
    Quinn’s eyes were dark with need. “Yes,” he said on a breath. He leaned back on his elbows, his rock-hard thighs on either side of my shoulders.
    I took his cock into my mouth with one hard thrust, pushing it against the back of my throat. Again and again, until he began to swell even larger. I cupped his testicles in one hand and with the other began to stroke very quickly. When his balls drew up tight, I shortened my strokes and increased the suction. His sharp intake of breath let me know he was close. He was quivering with his pending release. I risked a look at his face and found him watching me, as I’d requested.
    As soon as our gazes locked, he came. His seed was white-hot against the back of my throat, and I swallowed convulsively. He never looked away, never closed his eyes, and the moan of his release shivered through me. When he was spent, I gentled the pressure, and finished with licks and kisses, savoring the taste of him, capturing every drop with my tongue.
    We stayed like that for a while, Quinn leaning back on the bed, my face pressed against his groin. When he finally sat up, he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard, and I knew he could taste himself on my tongue.
    “My turn,” he said when he finally let me go. I knew then that he understood that what we’d just done had been as much about my pleasure as his. I’d wanted him in my mouth and I hadn’t wanted to stop. Now he would bring me pleasure, and from his words and the look on his face, I knew he would enjoy it every bit as much as I would.
    He brought me to my feet so that I stood in front of him, naked from the waist up. His eyes lit up at the trace of blue silk that peeked out from the waistband of my jeans. I slowly turned so he could get a better view from behind and undid the front of my jeans, pushing them partway down, revealing more of the thong. From the appreciative sound he made from deep in his chest, I guessed Quinn was a man who admired lingerie. Or maybe it was just bare ass cheeks he found so attractive.
    Slipping his hands around my waist, his tongue explored my lower back, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin, pulling at the silk with his teeth. He pushed my jeans the rest of the way down and I stepped out, completely revealing my ass to him. He bit one cheek, and then the other, drawing a little yip from me at the sharp bite of pain.
    Quinn turned me to face him. “Gives a whole new meaning to turning the other cheek,” he said, and his voice was a deep rumble against my lower belly.
    I laughed and pulled his head tight against my stomach.
    Quinn slid to the floor, kneeling in front of me and turned me so that my back was to the bed. “Stay there,” he ordered. “I want to look at you.”
    His gaze raked my body. He paused to lick or kiss at every spot that captured his attention. It took him a long time to meet my gaze. We were nearly the same height with him on his knees and me standing.
    “Delicious,” he said, and he raised his mouth to mine for another long, hot kiss. Then he began the return trip.
    When he got to the patch of blue silk between my legs, he inhaled deeply. His finger scraped against the fabric just over my mound and I shuddered in