Page 68 of Body Shot

“Ungh.” My tongue and lips aren’t working properly.

Sensation pours through me as she slides her mouth down and up, down and up, going lower, taking me deeper and deeper into her hot mouth. I make a noise that almost sounds like a sob.

“My balls,” I say hoarsely. “Lick my balls.”

“Mmmm.” She gives a swirl of her tongue to the head of my cock, then does as I asked, her little tongue playing over the skin, teasing at first.

Her hair falls down around her face, and I reach out to gather it back so I can see. I fist her hair, gently, not forcing her to do anything, but holding her in place. My skin prickles all over, hot pressure gathering hard and fast.

She sucks one testicle into her mouth. My thighs tighten and my heels dig into the mattress. She plays there longer, licking and sucking and then returning to my aching cock, taking it deep into her mouth again, right to the back of her throat.

“Goddammit,” I choke out. My blood pumps hot through my veins and coiling lust slams all my senses. “Hayden, baby, gonna come . . .” I release her hair so she can make the choice of what she wants to happen. “You can just use your hand . . . if you want . . .”

But she keeps sucking me, her hand firm on the base of my cock, her other fingers petting my balls and . . . “Fuck!” A fireball bursts low inside me, heat burning through my body, sizzling up my spine, blowing every thought out of my brain.

She takes it all, and that’s the hottest thing of all, how she swallows, her mouth still on me until my body stops jerking and my muscles begin to relax, and then she laps tenderly over the head. “Mmmm,” she says again. She peeks up at me through her eyelashes, hesitancy shadowing her eyes. “Was that okay?”

I lay my forearm over my eyes, my chest heaving. I swallow thickly. “Okay? Christ, no. That was, uh, insane.”

She releases me carefully. “Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no.” I lower my arm and peer at her, noting the notch between her eyebrows. “Only in the best way. C’mere, angel.” I hold out my arm and she moves, stretching out on the bed beside me. I wrap my arm around her neck and pull her closer so I can kiss her forehead. “I just need a few minutes before I can form words, ‘kay?”

I feel her smile. “Okay.”

I’m not really sure of the words I want to formulate. My straight-laced little scientist keeps surprising me and I’m not sure what that weird fizzy feeling in my chest is. It seems doubtful that it could be heartburn when I’ve never in my life had that ailment. All I know is, I’m keeping her.

Hayden

“I want to hear you play guitar.” I lift my head from Beck’s chest, where I’d dozed off, feeling warm and sexually satisfied, and look at him.

His eyes open and meet mine, a crease between his eyebrows. “What? Really?”

“Yes,” I reply.

He hesitates then gets out of bed and walks naked to the guitar in the corner of his room. He picks it up, sits on an armchair, and settles the guitar on his thigh. His face wears a look of concentration as he plucks at the strings and strums a few chords. Then he looks up at me.

I push up to sit cross-legged, tucking the covers under my arms, and smile encouragingly. Cripes, watching him play guitar is sexy enough, but doing it naked? My gaze drops to his long fingers and how they curve around the neck of the guitar, veins and tendons standing out on the back of his lean hand. That’s hot.

He starts to play—slow, sensual notes, moving into intro chords, his body and head moving to the beat of the music, the tempo picking up. Enchanted, I watch him wide-eyed, the music filling the room and stirring all my senses. A shiver works down my spine.

Beck’s face eases, his eyes dreamy and his mouth soft as he looks down at his hands on the guitar. My chest fills with warmth.

The song slows, then ends. As the last chord fades away, I press my palms together in front of my chest. “Thank you. That was beautiful.”

He ducks his head in an uncharacteristic move, but I catch the smile. He stands and sets the guitar on the chair.

“That’s it? That’s all I get?”

He shrugs and gets back into bed. “It’s enough for now. You looking at me like that makes me want to fuck you again.”

I laugh softly as he pulls me into his arms. “You’re really good, Beck. You should be a musician, not a bartender.”

“I’m not that good. But thank you.” He brushes his lips over my cheek.

“What was that song?”

“ ‘Fall For You’ by Secondhand Serenade.”

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