“Secret actor business.” He kissed her neck again, right where he knew she felt it everywhere and her eyes flashed open.
“Ohh. Birdcage,” she said.
He kissed her jaw and she rolled to face him. “My mouth will taste like I’ve sucked on the newspaper at the bottom of a budgie’s cage.”
“Who says I want your mouth?”
She put a hand straight to his sun-saluting cock. She wasn’t asleep now. He could leave her be. He could bring her a glass of water, let her up to brush her teeth. He got the words, “Budgie. My favorite Australian flavor,” out before he licked over her lips and sealed them with a kiss. She resisted, complaining behind a closed mouth, but rubbing her hand over him with considerable enthusiasm.
He needed breakfast before he could deal with such mixed messages. As he went to pull away, she threw her leg over him and held him in place. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To get you a glass of water?”
Her hand went straight under the waist of his sweats. “I don’t think so.”
“Ah.”
And then under his briefs. “There are other things I can do with a mouth that needs freshening.”
He flexed into her hot little hand. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Not that he had legitimate thoughts. All he had was a vision of wrapping her hair around his hand as she teased his dick with her lips and starting the morning with a bang.
“If you’re thinking I make you come in my mouth, we’re on the same page.”
Same page, same chapter, same book, same movie adaptation from the bestseller.
Teela went to work on him, putting her mouth all the places that weren’t his mouth. He focused on getting his hoody off, getting rid of his sweats, socks and briefs and even that level of organization was a strain. She barely took her hand off his cock and that robbed him of a considerable number of IQ points, as well as effective hand-eye coordination.
By the time she sat across his legs in all her naked, flushed, wild-haired glory, he was reduced to squirms and twitches from her nips and licks and sucks. He might well have leaked out everything he had before her mouth went anywhere near the money shot. It’d be embarrassing if he wasn’t so turned on.
“I like you, Teela Carpenter.”
“You’d say anything to get in my mouth.”
Not wrong. I like you far more than is comfortable. I want to see you again. Safe word. “Birdcage.”
She licked her lips. They were already pink. Her nipples were rosy and raised, her hips under his hands were exactly the grip he wanted on the world. “You are fucking hot.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
He had to let go of her when she moved down his body, but he pushed up on his elbows to watch as she put the tip of her tongue to his slit. A lick, a swirl, a kiss and then her mouth closed over the head and his hips left the bed, not enough to dislodge her and she had a firm hold of him, but enough to make her stop.
“Is there going to be any more of that nonsense?”
He gasped. Three nights ago, she’d wanted him to play the dominant.
“Because if you’re going to buck about all over the place, I’d rather have breakfast.”
Now she was the one in control, and mean with it. He groaned. He shouldn’t even be in this desperate position. He should be halfway to salt and sand. “I’ll be still.”
She raised her brows. They both knew that was a damn lie.
He didn’t break when she licked him sack to slit. He didn’t shift when she used that tongue-swirl around his cockhead, or when she closed over him and flicked her tongue against him, gave him a light touch of her teeth. He was vocal though. More swearing than either of their mothers would’ve liked and he did grip her hair, first to smooth it away from her face so he could see better, and when she took more of him inside, her lips meeting her fist, he held on to keep her right where she was.
When his hips did jerk, she quit and so did his breath. “Fuck, please don’t stop.” He dropped back to the bed because watching her and feeling her was system overload. His ears took over then, listening to the rude wet slurp they made together before electric sparks showered over his pelvis.
“I’m close.”
She didn’t back off. She took him deep enough to bump the back of h