Page 60 of Pick Six
“I’m glad you’re amused, Saint.”
“I am.” She presses her legs closer together, and I slide my hands over her calves, massaging them from the backs of her knees all the way down to her ankles.
“Care to share?” I ask, looking up at her for a moment to see her grin.
“Just thinking about what everyone who’s sat at this table would have to say if they knew this was how I was using it now.”
“I can guess what a few of them would say.”
She sits up and looks at me, all the frustration and wariness she’d had on her face earlier this evening gone. Her eyes drift to my chest, and down over my stomach to where I’m hard as fuck and not trying to hide it.
“I am a fangirl you know. I lied a smidge about that when I said I wouldn’t be. Sometimes I just look at you and feel that little schoolgirl flutter.” A shy laugh tumbles out of her, and I make a mental note to do my best to get this version of her as often as possible.
“Good. ‘Cause every time I look at you, it’s fucking torture, Saint.” I kiss her knee.
But she pulls her leg back from me, and a moment later she’s off the table and on the floor, kneeling in front of me and reaching for my belt. So fast I can barely process how she got there.
“Saint?”
“I want the fantasy. All the women who think about what it would be like to have you come for them.”
“You sucking me off while I sit here like this might be more than I can take tonight.”
“Good.” She gives me a devilish look as she takes her time freeing me from my clothes. Her eyes land hard on my cock when she finally has me in her hands. Her eyes widening just that tiny bit before her lashes go low, and I can tell she’s thinking about what I’m going to feel like inside her.
“You are… wow,” she whispers as she runs her fingers over the length of me. She licks her lips just before she runs her tongue over the head, swirling it over the tip and testing my willpower.
She looks like she’s been plucked from one of my dreams and placed here just for me. Naked, on her knees, her body brushing against mine as she leans forward to take me into her mouth. The curve of her back and the roundness of her ass as she bends, doing everything to make me want her even more than I do already. Her mouth feels like fucking heaven, so fucking warm and soft—perfect, just like her.
Having her in this room is like a fantasy I’ve played out in my mind a million times before. She uses her tongue like it was made for me. Any touch from her would be all I needed, but these flawless little swirls and strokes have me going harder and leaking from the tip. She moans at the taste of me, and I slide my hand through her hair, brushing it back from her face as she works me over.
“Fuck, you are so greedy for it. All fucking mine like this. The way you use your tongue.So perfect.” I praise her and she takes me a little deeper, her eyes flicking up to mine like a promise. Like she knows she’s about to give me the best fucking head of my life because she already is just by the fact that it’s her finally touching me like this.
“You like my cock that much?”
She closes her eyes, swirling her tongue around and against me like she wants to torture me.
“Fuck. Saint. You are so good at that. Can you take more?”
Because I want every fucking inch of me in her mouth, feeling her tongue, the desperate way she’s sliding her lips over me like she’s never wanted anything more in her life. She takes me deeper, letting me bump the back of her throat in a way that nearly makes me come out of my seat.
Her hand and her mouth work me harder then, faster than before. The sounds of her like this in this room take me closer, and I can feel myself swelling so fucking near to the edge. But I want just a few more seconds of this and I grip her hair a little tighter, holding her still for a moment.
“Hold it, Saint. Just for a minute. Please. Fuck…Want to feel how good your tongue is, how well you cradle my cock before I come all over it.” I have to take a breath, close my eyes and practically count to keep from letting go while still enjoying this.
“Fuck me…” I mutter, taking a breath. “I don’t deserve you like this. It’s too fucking perfect.”
She frowns at me for that statement, and then she flicks her tongue along the underside, just that tiny bit of extra friction and I lose control. She sucks me rough and sloppy, making me come so hard and fast she can barely swallow me down in time. A little bit spilling out of the corner of her mouth. I’m still trying to catch my breath as she rocks back on her knees, smiling at the state she’s put me in. She wipes at her mouth with her thumb, looking so fucking innocent as she does it. So sweet that I’m not expecting what she says next.
“You want water?” She stands. “I’ll give you a breather but then I want you to bend me over this table and pull my hair while you take me. I’ll look for the apron while I’m in there.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath as I watch her, wanting to remember her like this and I blink. Because I could never have guessed that she’d talk to me like this. That I could have her this blunt and honest so fast.
“Don’t look so shocked.” She kisses my cheek. “If we’re doing this, then I want it all.”
“Yes, water…” I mumble in response, trying to get my brain to catch up. I watch her saunter off to the kitchen naked, trying not to let my jaw drop and pulling myself together.
I grab her shirt off the floor because I’m gonna need her to have clothes on while I try to talk to her. When she comes back in, she hands me the water, and I hand her the shirt in exchange. She raises an eyebrow holding up the apron instead.
