Page 74 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
I groan as he trails his kisses up my neck, past my chin. Hovering over me, he looks me in the eyes, smiling sweetly before kissing me. It’s perfect and exactly what I need to come back to baseline.
“Did you like that I took you so close to being discovered by the security guard? I thought it might give you a little extra thrill right at the very end. Like the perfect espresso after a delicious meal.”
He snorts. “It did get my heart pumping again.” Burying his face in my neck, he presses his hard-on against my thigh. “That answer your question?”
“Mm, it does,” I confirm, shifting my thigh up and down his length. “Anything you didn’t like?”
He goes quiet, and I run my fingers through his hair. “Tell me.”
He scrunches his face in a very non-billionaire way. “Can you erase the pictures you took of me?”
“Of course,” I say, reaching for my phone. “I was kind of improvising with the pictures. Should I just leave that off going forward?”
“I hated it and it scratched that itch. It’s on the keep list for now.”
“Sounds good,” I say, pulling up the pictures for him to see.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Those are just selfies.”
I wink. “I didn’t have your permission to take the real thing. But sometimes the illusion is just as effective.”
“God, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” I say, kissing his chin.
He lets out a little grumble. “No. I don’t. But you know what this means, right?”
“I have to take real pictures next time?”
Big sigh. “Yes.”
I set down my phone and wrap him up in my arms. “Oh, he’s so put out when I spoil him.”
He shimmies up and starts kissing me, sliding his still-hard cock against mine. “Shut up.”
I chuckle and thrust up. “Can I take care of that for you?”
He bites his lip and nods.
We flip so I’m on top, pulling off his pajama bottoms to maneuver between his legs. Resting my head on his thigh, I grab the base of his cock, taking the top of it into my mouth, gently sucking on it as I jack him off.
“Mm,” he says, squirming under me, his body warm. “Cozy little blowjob.”
He runs his hands through my hair, and I love this sense of easy togetherness. I fondle his balls, pulling on them with one hand while I continue milking him with the other.
“Coming,” he whispers.
He thrusts up, and his warm cum fills my mouth. I swallow quickly, then reach up for a kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth.
“Can I?” he asks, palming my cock. I nod, and we kiss for several minutes while he strokes me nice and smooth until the orgasm is right on top of me. I deepen our kiss as I groan and spill into his hand. Pulling my tank top over my head, I wipe up our mess.
I grin at him until he pulls back with a confused look. “Hey.”
I kiss him. “Yes?”
“You jacked me while you were blowing me.”
“Yeah.” I bite back my grin.
