Page 69 of Heroes & Hitmen
She lets out a quiet, smug little laugh. “God, you’re easy.”
“Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, babe,” I grit out, every muscle wound tight with restraint.
She smirks as she starts stroking me through the fabric, slow and merciless.
Heat curls beneath my skin. “Fuck, Miley,” I gasp, reaching down to sink my fingers in her hair. Not to press for more, just to anchor myself since I’m barely hanging on.
Jerking off in the shower is nothing compared to the real thing.
“Hmm?” Miley purrs, feigning innocence.
Tease.
She knows exactly what she’s doing–her eyes are locked with mine as she continues stroking me through my boxers, daring me to break.
I almost do when she suddenly leans in, breath warm against my cock. For a fleeting, ridiculous second, I actually think she’s going to put her mouth on me, but then she gives my dick a final squeeze and abruptly lets go, leaving me hard and aching.
“Fuck, babe,” I rasp, winding my fingers through the soft strands of her hair and tugging her head back.
Her eyes meet mine, wide and bright, pupils blown wide. She’s clearly running on that same reckless, sparking adrenaline that’s setting me on fire.
“You’re killing me,” I growl, gazing down at her reverently. “You look too damn pretty on your knees, I can hardly fucking take it.”
Her breath catches– a soft, involuntary hitch– but Ihearit.Seeit in the way her cheeks go pink, the way her thighs squeeze together.Smellit in the air as her arousal spikes.
My lips split into a smug as fuck grin.Jackpot.
“Seriously,” I go on, voice lazy and warm like honey over fire. “You’re a fucking vision.”
She tries to glare, but the heat in her eyes betrays her. Her fingers trail down my leg, nails dragging along the edge of my still-healing wound. I shudder, but not from pain. From restraint.
She peers up at me through her lashes again, and everything about her– her posture, her silence, her focus– says she’s the one in control right now. And yet, the way she’s kneeling in front of me makes me feel like a fucking king.
“C’mon, babe,” I coax, reaching down to cup her chin. I brush my thumb over her lower lip, inhaling deep as the scent of her arousal intensifies. “Just give it a little kiss.”
It’s brazen, but she doesn’t roll her eyes or pull away. Hunger simmers in those storm-colored eyes as she meets my gaze, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Then, slowly, she reaches up and tugs down my boxers, her fingers curling around my girth with a grip that steals the air from my lungs and sends a shiver up my spine.
I barely manage to brace myself against the wall as she leans forward, lips brushing the leaking tip of my cock. Her tongue is soft and teasing as it circles the crown– just a taste– but my head tips back at the sensation, a ragged sound escaping my throat.
“Fuck yes,” I pant. “Just like that.”
She hums in response, parting those gorgeous lips to take me in. Her mouth is warm, wet, fuckingperfectas she takes me all the way to the back of her throat then slowly recedes, like she’s testing my response and gauging exactly how to ruin me. My hand slides into her hair again, guiding her with gentle pressure as she hollows out her cheeks andsucks.
“Shit, that feels incredible,” I rasp, panting hard. “So good. Knew you’d be perfect with your mouth, too.”
She falters, pace stuttering, and I catch the tiniest sound– a whimper, muffled by my cock. Her arousal spikes so sharply I can practically taste it.
Holy shit, I was right.
She likes the praise.
I lean into it, my voice dropping to a rough whisper.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur, dropping my other hand to cup the back of her head, keeping her right where I want her. “So pretty on your knees with your lips stretched around me. You’re taking me so well, making me fucking crazy.”
Her thighs shift, squeezing together, and I know if I slid my hand between them she’d be soaking wet for me. The tension in her body is visible; she’s fucking trembling. I thrust a little deeper into her mouth and she moans around my shaft, the sound of it needy and desperate. When she looks up at me again with her eyes glazed and cheeks flushed, I know she’s barely holding on.
I am, too.
