Page 73 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
Curious fingers find their way to my slit, touching the clear droplet of precum, stretching it out in a thin line before drawing his fingertips to his tongue.
He looks up at me, the hallway light catching the deep green in his eyes.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” he asks, breathing hard.
“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.”
Smiling, he sucks my head into his mouth. His touch is almost too light, his suction too delicate, and I love everything about it. I imagine what it’ll be like to show him how to take all of me, to want this more than anything, to beg me to fuck that sweet, innocent mouth of his.
As if knowing my thoughts, he grips both hands around my cock, moving them up and down in time with his mouth.
“Ford, baby, look up.”
Bang. Fuck. His eyes are beautiful, yes, but his red lips stretched around my cock send lightning cracking through me.
“Jesus, coming,” I grunt. He sucks harder as all the delicate touches finally come together in a massive orgasm. My hips come off the bed, and he chokes on my cum.
It takes everything inside me not to grip the back of his head and fuck his throat. Still, he keeps going, gently sucking me through my orgasm until it’s my turn to tap the bed, overstimulated and tweaking on his not-so-innocent touches.
He leans back, his face flushed, cum dripping off his chin, eyelids half-closed, and a secretive grin on his lips. He rocks back and forth, hesitating before throwing himself at me, crawling up my chest to share a cum-stained kiss.
“Jesus fucking Mary and Joseph,” I slur against his lips, still not one hundred percent. “You short-circuited me, little bird.”
He smiles into the kiss. “I can’t believe I made you do that. It makes me want to—”
He bites off his words, then shifts his eyes to the side and shakes his head.
“Makes you want to do what, Ford?”
He grins, running his fingertips over his lips before flashing me another quick smile. “It makes me want to fly away. To get out of the city. To go someplace where it’s only me and you, and I don’t have all these people needing things, where I’m not surrounded by nineteen million people. You and beautiful countryside and…I don’t know. Wine?”
I grin, knowing exactly the place. “Have you ever been to Italy?”
He shakes his head, his brows stitching together. “Italy?”
“Rand has a private jet, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, but I’ve never…”
I hold up my finger and grab my phone, shooting a quick text to Joe.
Me:Would it be rude to ask to borrow Rand’s plane to take Ford to Italy?
Joe:Rand would find it rude if you didn’t.
Me:That’s what I thought.
Joe:I take it things with Ford have progressed.
Me:Yes. I’ll spare you the details, but…yes.
Joe:Good man. I’ll ask Rand to call up his pilot.
I turn back to Ford, pulling him in against my chest, loving the smell of my cum on his breath.
“We’re arranging for the pilot now.”
“Are you serious?”
