From somewhere he forced himself to say, ‘Wait, you don’t—’
‘Shh.’ She looked up and her eyes were huge, limpid, hot. Her hands came up his legs, from where his boxers had pooled at his feet. Her gaze slid back to his cock and her cheeks flushed red, her eyes got bigger. He could see the hunger in their depths and he had to grit his jaw. Her breasts were bare, pert. Nipples standing out like hard berries.
Dear God, all it would take would be one touch from her tongue...
Sweat broke out on his brow. Just as Caitlin’s hands reached his thighs and clasped him there, she looked up and said huskily, ‘Trust me. I’m a good Catholic girl. I know exactly what I’m doing.’
And as her hot mouth closed around his cock, Liam knew he was going straight to hell for this. He closed his eyes, his head fell back and his breath came in short sharp bursts. It was almost too much to take in, the sensation of her mouth on him, hot and wet. Tongue swirling around the head of his cock as if it was a delicious morsel she wanted to explore forever.
Liam had always been funny about blow jobs, never really liking them because it reminded him too much of being powerless, at a woman’s mercy. But this...he would sell his soul right now to stay in this moment for all eternity.
Already the pressure was building at the base of his erection, his balls drawing up tight. Caitlin’s mouth was working him now, sliding up and down, taking him deeper then letting him go so far that he popped out of her mouth completely, before wrapping her hand around him and taking him back in again.
Without even realizing what he was doing, his hands went to her head, fingers threading through silky hair, holding her. His hips were jerking now, the tension building, screaming for release. He tried to hold on, but Caitlin’s firm hand was around the base of his cock, pumping him. He hadn’t a hope.
Her mouth and that exquisite sucking sensation became the centre of his universe. Her other hand was gripping hi
s buttock now, so hard that he could feel her nails digging into his skin.
She’d moved closer and the hard tips of her breasts brushed against his thighs. He shuddered with pre-orgasmic pleasure, the tension almost at its zenith. His hips were jerking powerfully now. He risked a look down, and Caitlin’s eyes were on him, his cock deep in her mouth, her hand on him squeezing...and he couldn’t hold it back.
Shouting out loud, he came in a blinding incandescent rush, right into her mouth, where she sucked him and swallowed until he was empty.
* * *
I felt dizzy as Liam’s hands relaxed from my head and I stumbled to my feet. He tasted salty. Hot. He was just looking at me. Stunned. As if someone had hit him in the belly. Both of us were breathing harshly.
‘You...’ His mouth closed. He couldn’t speak. I couldn’t take any pleasure in that fact though. My skin was oversensitized. My breasts aching. Between my legs...was so wet that I longed to put my hand there and ease the pressure...even though I knew what a dead end that was.
That thought brought me back to reality. I turned away and started to get dressed even though my hands were clumsy. I didn’t bother with my bra, and I’d got as far as pulling my top over my head when I heard, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
Liam’s voice was rough and it made my tingling nerve endings even worse. I turned around.
‘Home.’
I noticed belatedly that he’d pulled on his jeans, but the top button was open, showing that delicious line of hair that disappeared all the way down to that glorious cock. I immediately thought of how it had felt in my mouth, the wickedness in running my tongue along the slit at the head, tasting his pre-come.
Face flaming, I reiterated, ‘Home.’
Liam was angry. A look I recognized. ‘What the hell was that? Are you used to giving your bosses blow jobs and then just walking away?’
I put my hands on my hips as indignation raced up my spine. ‘No. You’re the first. So, if you’d excuse me, please, it’s been a long night.’
Liam’s blue eyes flashed fire. ‘You’re not doing this again, Caitlin.’ He folded his arms across his chest, muscles bulging.
I cursed him.
His gaze narrowed on me, it became assessing. Immediately I felt uncomfortable and realized too late that Liam was not a guy one could hope to divert with a blow job.
‘You just blew me to distract me.’
Crap. My mouth opened and closed for a moment. I aimed to sound dismissive. ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’
Panic coursed through me. I turned to pick up my bag, stuffing my work things into it, zipping it up.
When I straightened and turned around, Liam had moved closer. I stepped back.
‘What is it?’ he asked harshly. ‘Do you get some kind of kick out of turning a guy on only to watch him lose it, and walk away?’ His face was stark with disgust. ‘I’ve no time for teases.’