Page 48 of Endurance
“Nothing.” She smiles but it looks odd. “I think we’ve had enough Deep Talk. Let’s do something fun.” She sets the bag of pistachios on the dashboard.
“Did you have something in mind?”
She shoots me a sly, secretive smile. “I was thinking more along the lines ofdeep throat.”
My eyes swerve to her and she’s tweaking her brows at me, her gaze dropping down to my trousers. When she sucks her lower lip into her mouth and her teeth bite down on the spongy flesh, I forget all about what we were talking about. Truthfully, I think I forget my own name.
“You better not be giving me that look unless you intend to put it to action,” I warn.
Her smile grows. “What kind of action specifically?”
My hips pulse with need and I take a cleansing breath when my dick presses against my zipper. “The kind that involves very different nuts.”
She giggles and leans across the seat to whisper in my ear, “Good, I’m still hungry.”
She reaches out and takes my hand in hers, bringing it up to her mouth for a chaste kiss before pulling my pointer finger between her lips. She sucks hard and bites down softly. I have to mentally scream at myself to keep my eyes on the road.
Her voice is the epitome of sexy when she utters, “You taste good to me, Harris.” She releases my hand and reaches over to palm my denim clad groin. Her fingers tighten around the shape of my erection stamped through my trousers, like a snake under a blanket. She lets out a breathy moan as she firmly strokes me. “You feel good, too.”
I drop my head back on the headrest and focus my eyes on the road. “For fuck’s sake, Ryan.”
“Call me Belle when I’m sucking you off,” she demands.
I nod without looking at her. I’ll call her whatever she bloody well wants me to call her right now.
She undoes the button of my jeans, then slides my zipper down. The erotic noise in the car is deafening.
“The first time I saw your cock when I picked you up in my car,” she says, working to pull me free, “I wanted to suck you off.”
I moan when air touches my crown. “You did? I thought you wanted to kill me.”
Her hand wraps tightly around my shaft. “I did. But not before I tasted you.” Her head drops to my lap.
Warmth.
Warm, heated, wet-sucking perfection encases my hard-on.I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.My vision clouds for a second before I shake my head and watch the road more carefully.
She pulls her mouth off of me while her hand works me up and down. “Maybe I’m like a praying mantis,” she murmurs, watching her action on my dick. “Maybe I wanted to fuck you before I killed you.”
As she drops her mouth down on me again, I let out a nervous laugh. “God, you’re crazy.”
She sucks hard for a minute and releases, stroking the slippery skin with her hand. “You like crazy.”
My brows lift as I reach down and grip her hair in my hand, riding the motions of her head bobbing on my cock. “Yes, I fucking do.”
She pauses, the cool breath of her voice teasing my sanity. “But did you know that not all female mantises bite the heads off their mates? There are studies that show some of them let their lovers live.”
She drops down and swirls her tongue around the pre-come I can feel beading out, lapping at it like it’s her last meal. Her lips wrap tighter around me this time as she deep throats me over and over and over. My dick hits the back of her throat, bringing me right to the edge. Right to the brink. Right to the—
“Belle, I’m going to come.”
“Good,” she growls. “I have you right where I want you.”
She sucks so hard I lose all control and topple over the edge in a painful, aching orgasm. Her hands are splayed out on my thighs and she continues sucking, swallowing every drop of me down her throat.
When I’m finished, she lets go of me. Her cheeks are red as she wipes the bottom of her lip with her hand.
I fight to catch my breath. The car suddenly too warm. The air suddenly too moist. The urge I have to pull over and fuck her until neither of us can see straight is so strong, I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist. I grab her by the jaw and pull her lips to mine for a quick, chaste kiss of thanks. With my hungry eyes back on the road, I murmur, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
