Page 114 of Out on a Limb
Or maybe I intended to get distracted from the beginning.
Maybe I liked the idea of being on my knees in front of Andrew as much as I liked the idea of being pinned down under him.
Hopefully I’d have the opportunity to experience both.
I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock as I leaned in to slide the head between my lips, taking down as much of him as I could manage before pulling back to take him in again.
“Pickles.” His hand came to my face, catching my hair with his fingers as his palm moved to the back of my head.
And apparently I was one hell of a freak, because the sound of my childhood nickname coming out of his mouth right now made me moan a little, the sound muffled as I continued to swallow as much of him as I could.
Andrew’s dick went completely rigid under my tongue, swelling just a little more.
Which made me moan again.
“Jesus Christ.” Andrew’s hand fisted in my hair, pulling it tight.
Another moan.
Suddenly I was on my back, pinned down exactly like I was hoping for.
Andrew’s nose nearly touched mine as his shadowed gaze fixed on my face. “You are definitely going to be a problem.”
I gave him a little smirk. “Too late now. You’re already trapped.”
Andrew shook his head slowly. “Not trapped.” He leaned to drag his lips down the side of my neck. “Screwed.”
God I hoped so.
His mouth was back on my tits, sucking the same nipples he’d been so sweet to yesterday.
He was not being sweet now.
He was being evil. Flicking them with his tongue.
Nipping them with his teeth.
Rolling them with his fingers.
Showing less than no mercy as I writhed under him, trying to find a little friction where I needed it most.
“Andrew, please.” I was trying not to be too demanding. He said he didn’t want me to do all the work here, and I was attempting to keep that in mind.
“Please, what?” He asked against my skin, lips moving lower.
“Please—” I sucked in a breath as he pushed my legs apart.
“Please, what?” His mouth worked along the inside of my thigh, inching closer.
Closer.
He was taking so freaking long.
“Please, fuck me.”
That growly sound I’d imagined in my ear rumbled against my pussy. “No.”
His mouth was almost on me. Close enough his breath warmed my skin.
