Free Beauty and the Geek (Gone Geek Book 1) by Sidney Bristol

time to admire his ink and the new layer to his personality later. He took another step back, and she followed him all the way across the apartment to the couch. By the time the back of his calves hit the cushions, she was sliding his jeans and underwear down around his thighs.
    She pushed him back and he sat, his cock jutting out proudly.
    It really was impressive. Long. Thick. Perfect for pounding.
    She straddled his thighs and wrapped her hands around him.
    “What do you want?” she asked.
    There was something about him, even when their interactions had been purely text. She wasn’t shy about doing or taking what she wanted when it came to sex. She’d learned early on that a considerate partner was a rare thing. But with him…she wanted to please him. To do what he asked, because he was always so focused on her and her pleasure. She wasn’t about to question what felt right. He felt right. Being with him was—perfect.
    Stephen stared at her, his face lost in shadow.
    She reached over to a floor lamp and twisted the knob until the dim light flickered on.
    His expression was…intense. Hard. His cheeks were slightly sunken in. Lips compressed. Eyes dilated a bit. Nostrils flared. Individual tells of arousal.
    He was prone to silence so severe, she was almost convinced she could hear him thinking. That beautiful brain of his was in full swing.
    She knew what she wanted.
    Tamara wanted that cock deep inside of her, pounding her so hard she screamed when she came. But an orgasm like that would sap her remaining strength.
    She kissed his chest, one flat nipple, and slid down between his legs until she was on the floor between his knees. A bit of moisture wetted the tip of his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, slicking the precome down his length. His cheeks sank in farther and he watched her, dark intent in his gaze.
    How far could she go before he said something? Before he decided just how he wanted her? Could she make him come before he chose?
    Tamara leaned in. Her hair brushed his leg, his abdominal muscles tightened, she could hear the intake of breath.
    She licked the mushroom cap, tasting the saltiness of his skin. She opened her mouth and let him slide farther, until he bumped the back of her throat. The girth, that would be her undoing. Fitting him inside of her.
    He slid a hand into her hair, not so much guiding or directing, simply holding on.
    That wouldn’t do.
    He needed to be as crazy turned on as she was. It was time to up her game.
    She sucked, rubbing her tongue along the thick vein, and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She pumped him, and with each pass his hold tightened until his head tossed back.
    His hold tightened.
    She closed her eyes and sank as much of him into her mouth and down her throat as she could. Her breasts ached and her sex throbbed. If she’d had any lingering doubt that taking things offline wouldn’t be as good, now she didn’t. It was a whole lot better.
    Stephen tugged on her hair, just a tiny yank, pulling her off his dick. She released him, sucking in a deep breath, and looked up at him. His pale eyes gleamed in the dim light. He leaned just a little closer, and she could have kissed him if it weren’t for his tight hold.
    “Strip,” he said.
    She shivered at the one-word order.
    “Is that what you want me to do? Slow and sexy, or—”
    “I want you naked and bent over the couch.”
    Tamara grinned. The raw edge in his voice excited her. Being in the same room with him was a thrill, but this? She’d never heard him like this before.
    He swooped in for an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue thrusting between her lips, his hold tight and demanding. If it weren’t for the hand in her hair she was certain she’d become a puddle on the floor.
    Stephen released her and sat up, his belt rattling across the floor as he shifted.
    She pushed to her feet, pulling her tank top up as she went. It fell to the floor, leaving her in the matching bra and panties she’d