Page 92 of Storm in a Teacup
I gulp, giving a small nod. “Then I need your mouth on my cock.”
She next undoes the top button and zipper, yanking the trousers downward. As her fingers trace the waistband of my pants, her head tips back with a strangled laugh, which isn’t typically what you want from the person kneeling before you. But I know why she’s laughing.
She puffs out a lip and whimpers out, “They match my dress.”
I glance down at the plum boxer briefs I’m sporting. “To be fair, you weren’t supposed to be seeing them.”
Her head shakes as she pulls my pants down, revealing my stiffening erection. I must be dreaming, this gorgeous woman with her mouth so goddamn close to me.
“Linny,” I say again.
“Ben, do you not want me to—”
I cut her off, “No, no. I do.” I spy my coat on the rack next to us, grabbing it to hand to her. “For your knees.”
One side of her mouth quirks up as she takes the coat from my grasp, folding it so it acts as a cushion from the hard floor, and kneels on it.
Then her wet tongue strokes up my cock, hardening it completely. She meets the tip in a kiss as her hand wraps around thebase. Her tongue swirls over the crown before she takes me in her mouth, covering the head and—
“Fucking hell,” I swear as she sucks. My hand flies out to grip the top bar of the cloak rack. She blinks up at me innocently, mouth stretched widely around my shaft.
My other hand moves to lace tightly in her hair as her head bobs back and forth on me, her hand following her lips to stroke the parts her mouth cannot reach. My hips itch to thrust forward and move with her, but I hold back.
The hand gripping my cock moves to grasp my thigh as she takes me fully and deeply to her throat.Bloody hell, this woman will be the death of me.
I stroke her hair, grounding out, “Sugar, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Her eyes are watering as she blinks, peering up at me through wet lashes. She bobs backward, moving off my cock with a pop.
“Fuck my mouth,” she instructs.
I don’t need to be told twice. “Pinch me if it’s too much.”
As her mouth re-closes around me, I rock my hips into her, moving with her, faster and faster as she chokes on my erection. Her fingers bury into my thighs, digging in tightly enough that I’ll have bruises in the shape of her fingertips tomorrow. I’d allow those bruises to stay forever if they could.
“Lin, ” I warn as I feel ready to detonate, in case she wants me to come somewhere other than her mouth.
Lips wrapped fully around me, she blinks up at me again, communicating all I need to know. I find my release, spilling into her mouth as my hips jerk. My hand falls from the coat rack, impressions from the tops of hangers buried in my palm. She pulls away from my cock and swallows, eyes locked on mine the entire time. I stroke a hand down her face, thumb catching on abit of cum at the corner of her lips. I dip that thumb into her mouth, her tongue working over it, lapping the last bit of me up, then sucking.
“Sugar,” I ground out, “you have no idea what I can do to you.”
And I’m about to start doing it, but then something slams into the door.
“It’s locked!” someone angrily proclaims from the other side.
The knob rattles as they continue to try and open the door.
“Shite,” I say, pulling up my pants and then yanking my trousers up as well, the zipper giving me grief.
I hear someone else say, “No bother. I have the key.”
The key shoves into the lock. Linny snatches my tie as I grab her and yank her into the back corner of the room behind a rack of coats. I press her front flat into the wall, my body covering hers like a shield as we hide and pray that whoever is coming in does not have their coat stored back here.
The door opens, and footsteps enter.
“Och, a coat fell,” the second voice says, causing Linny to let out a sharp laugh. My hand covers her mouth, both of us breathing heavily. I bury my face in her neck to quiet my pants. I hear them pick up my coat from the ground and rehang it on the rack.
Thankfully, they stay on that rack as they find the coat they were searching for and hand it to the other person, a muttered, “Cheers,” offered from them.
