His gaze cleared just as Rubi slid his length deep into her mouth. And, Christ, the sight was so perfectly erotic, so wickedly naughty, so dangerously titillating, Wes’s chest constricted with explosive desire. He pushed his hips forward, needing to be fully sheathed. The head of his cock touched her throat as he’d known it would. He was too long. Too thick. There had always been too much of him for any woman to fully take into her mouth.
He needed to pump, to thrust. He needed friction to cut this sudden, nasty craving, but he didn’t need to scare her off, so he eased his hips back for a slow slide out. Rubi groaned in complaint, and her mouth clamped down, sucking hard.
His teeth clenched against the burst of pleasure shooting through his cock and sinking deep into his balls. “Ah, fuck, yeah. ”
Her hands fisted in his jeans, pulling his hips toward her as she eased forward. The result was a mind-bending slide of her mouth nearly to his base and he groaned through grinding teeth.
He pulled his hand from the bookshelf and fisted her hair. Had to force himself not to pull her in to finish off that last couple of inches.
“Easy, baby. ” Christ, that dark, lust-filled voice could not be his own. “Don’t have to—”
Her throat opened around the head of his cock, taking him in.
Wes sank into her on a guttural, “Sonofabitch…”
A fireball burst low in his body, burning through his hips, his balls, his cock. A delirious moment of ecstasy blanked his mind, and when his head cleared, he had both his hands deep in Rubi’s hair, the door holding him up.
She eased back, sucking him all the way out with her eyes open and on his, dizzying lust turning them as dark as the ocean. . When her mouth finally pulled free, leaving his entire length glimmering wet, he found himself mindless…and speechless.
“Baby…” was all he found anywhere in his mind.
Her hand closed around his length, slowly pumping the slick skin. Wes’s muscles went taut again. His throat closed. Pleasure climbed.
“Yes?” She paused, tipped her head with a kittenish smile. “Did you want something?. ”
“Your mouth. ” He pushed the words forward, desperate. “I want your mouth. ”
With her gaze holding his, she traced the tip of her tongue around his ridge again. A delicious shiver tightened his skin and made his whole body shake. She licked the drop of moisture from his tip, drew it into her mouth, and savored it with a hum of pleasure.
Wes’s mind slid into its very own sideways suicide. No woman had ever blown him like this—in daylight, pushed against a door, wanting it. No woman had ever savored him. Past girlfriends had done it to please him, and they had. But he couldn’t say any of them had ever enjoyed doing it. He had the impression, from that sparkle in Rubi’s eyes, that had all changed.
“Come and get it, naughty boy,” she teased, sliding one hand between his legs and stroking the sensitive skin behind his balls. “Take what you want. ”
She opened her mouth just millimeters from the head of his cock but didn’t take him in. With those lips parted, her lids heavy, eyes begging…promising, she simply taunted. He urged his hips forward and the head of his cock slid into her mouth. Her lips closed, her mouth sucked, but nothing more. And, fuck, he needed more.
With the hands fisted in her hair, he pulled her in, impaling her mouth with his cock. Slowly. So very slowly, preparing to stop at the first sign of resistance He eased himself deeper, deeper… Her throat opened around him. Her eyes closed on an expression of bliss. Wes held there, trying to refasten his grip on control, but it was as slippery as her mouth. The sight, the feel, tangled Wes’s mind into a knot of raw need.
Something squeezed the head of Wes’s cock. A warm, rolling pressure that made him siphon air and tilt toward climax. Swallowing. Rubi was swallowing, her strong throat massaging his tip, her taut mouth sucking his length.
“Fucking A, Rubi…” He was incoherent. Couldn’t form a sentence. His weakening legs trembled, making him slide down the door another inch. Rubi took advantage of the room from his parted knees and stroked deeper, palming his balls. Wes was absolutely drowning in sensation. “So goddamned good…”
The knob underneath his hand rolled. The movement didn’t even faze him, until it happened twice more. Then the lock popped open, and the door pressed inward against his back. Wes reacted automatically, shoving it closed. By the time his mind sharpened, Rubi had pulled him from her mouth but didn’t move to hide or even stand. She still held his cock in her hands, her lips blushed deep from her work.
“What the hell?” A female voice muttered beyond the door. “Who’s in there?”
Rachel. Fuck, it was Rachel.
No. No, no, no. He needed this. Needed it. Stopping now was inhumane.
“Think on your feet, Lawson,” Rubi murmured. “I’m not done ravishing your rig. ”
He didn’t realize how hard he was breathing until he had to catch his breath to speak. “Uh… Sorry Rach, it’s me. ”
A pause. “Wes?”
He closed his eyes. “Yeah. I…uh…I’m just having a meeting. ” He cringed at the lousy excuse. “Can you take ten?”
“Twenty,” Rubi whispered, a nasty smile on her face.