Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

And waited.

Vesper never looked away. Her hand landed on my head, tucking unruly hair behind my ear and making my entire body go slack with bliss.

I grunted as she tugged the same strands she’d just petted. “Are you having dirty thoughts about me? Are you perhaps wishing you weren’t so obedient?”

Fuck, yes.

“So quiet all of a sudden. I wonder…” She dropped to her knees, matching me and bringing her eyes once again below mine.

Everything shot into passion. I fought every muscle that wanted to grab and maul her.

“Let’s see if this will make you speak.” Her hand left my head, trailed down my throat, over the collar and down, down my belly. Reaching the waistband of my jeans, she undid them like I’d done hers and inserted her hand into my boxer-briefs.

I groaned loudly as she wrapped tiny, tight fingers around my cock. “I think this is misbehaving, don’t you?”

I didn’t know what she wanted. So I did nothing. I just relished in the squeeze and fondle of her hand, knowing I was seconds away from embarrassing myself if she continued to touch me.

Reaching further, she cupped my balls. It felt so goddamn good it was painful. “You’re being a very good boy now, Ry. I think you deserve a reward.”

Before I could stop her, she bent over and inserted my cock into her mouth.

I seized. “Je-sus.”

Her teeth weren’t sheathed as she took my length, her nose hitting my jeans zipper. This time, I couldn’t override instinct and my hands landed on her hair. I didn’t push her harder into my crotch but I did loop the long blonde strands through my fingers and went with her, up and down, swirl and around.

My thighs bellowed to recline. To pull her away and flip her over to find yet another part of her that was wet and warm. But she was still in charge. She hadn’t given me the right to take over. Not yet. So I gritted my teeth and rode through the best goddamn blow job I’d ever received.

When gritting my teeth threatened to crack said teeth and pre-quake ripples from balls to shaft warned I was moments from coming, I tugged gently on her hair. “If you want me to remain a good boy, I…suggest…you move…your—”

I couldn’t finish.

How the hell was I supposed to talk when this woman I’d fallen for had her lips around my dick?

And yes, I admitted it.

I’d fallen for her. I’d fallen so fast and so fucking hard, I was a broken bone heap at the bottom of whatever love cliff I’d been pushed off. Maybe that was why every touch, every lick, every swipe of her incredible tongue felt so much better than any before her.

Maybe it was the connection binding us together. Or perhaps it was the deeper knowledge that somehow, some way, I suspected she felt the same way I did.

Her teeth teased me as she sucked harder.

My head flopped backward. “Shit, Ves. I’m gonna—I’m gonna…”

Yes, I’m—

But then, she stopped.

The little wench pulled her mouth away and left me hanging. For a second, it could’ve gone either way. I could’ve come just from the cool air replacing her hot mouth and the residual memory of pleasure.

But then her voice interrupted my orgasm haze.

“If you’re naughty and come, you won’t be allowed inside me tonight.”

My eyes ripped open as I did my best to clamp down the goods and force away the epic explosion so damn close to detonating. My body jerked as one lone little spurt ruined me, seeping like milky sin from my crown.

Fuck.

She tutted even as her eyes glowed. “Well, that was naughty.” She waited for me to continue coming but I used every trick I had in my arsenal and stopped it. It couldn’t be healthy to be in the throes of release and then have to claw it back. One little clench was worse than none at all because my body was ready to jettison whatever load she’d conjured. And now it was blocked up, throbbing and so damn incessant I could barely breathe.