Page 65 of The Oscar Escape
Confusion marred his expression. But he did as he was told.
She turned and dropped to her knees. Oscar had been all about going downtown on her. Today, she’d return the favor.
“What are you doing down there?” he asked, his stormy eyes darkening.
She took his glistening cock into her hands and worked his shaft in slow, smooth strokes. “I’m taking care of your normal penis situation. You might want to hold on to something. You know what I can do with this mouth and these lips. Now imagine them wrapped around your hard, thick, normal penis thing.”
“That doesn’t even sound corny when you say it like that. Do you know how turned on I am?”
She eyed his equipment, then offered him a dirty little grin. “Oh, yeah, I do.”
She took him into her mouth, sucking like she’d been born to do nothing else as she caressed his hard length with her tongue. He threaded his hands in her hair, but he let her set the pace. She looked up and found him watching. Gritting his teeth, a muscle twitched in his jaw.
Somebody was trying to hold himself back.
She’d have to up her game. She squeezed his ass.
“Fuck,” Oscar rasped.
Not a second later, his phone chimed an incoming call.
He glanced at his cell on the counter next to her notebook and his camera bag. “Del’s calling,” he got out.
She stopped working him with her mouth but kept at it with her hands. “You better answer.”
“Shouldn’t you stop?”
She gave him a little half-shrug. “Probably.”
He cleared his throat and grabbed his phone. “Hey, Del, what can I—”
“Or maybe I should keep going.”
Oscar inhaled a sharp breath.
Feeling quite naughty, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She hadn’t lied to the man. She probably should have stopped, but what fun was that?
Oscar stared at her, wide-eyed, with the phone pressed to his ear, as she ran her tongue along his hard length.
He cleared his throat. “Hey, Del, do you need something?”
Inch by inch, she sucked, then released, sucked, then released, teasing the man relentlessly.
White-knuckled, Oscar gripped the lip of the sink. “Uh-huh, yeah, got it. Got it.” He set the phone on the counter. “What the hell are you doing?”
She wasn’t about to let the man get huffy with her. “I’m being a pretty fucking great fake wife,” she tossed back, then returned her attention to this man’s magnificent cock. Applying her knowledge regarding the use of the muscles in the mouth and jaw, she went to town. It only took a few seconds before Oscar’s body quivered. He was close.
“Let me, Aria,” he rasped. “You don’t have to—”
She shifted her mouth magic into high gear.
Was it sweet that he’d happily take over and finish the job?
Absolutely.
Would she let him?
Nope. She was having too much fun acting like an orgasm cruise director, and she knew what to do to send him reeling. Tightening the seal, she hummed a low, gritty rumble. And thanks to years of vocal training, she could hold a vibrating note for a solid sixteen seconds.
