Steven raised his gaze and I craned my neck, let him think it was lust that made me look away, rather than embarrassment at being seen to lose control. Even this soon I wasn’t sure I could keep it together.
Groping around for his curls to wind around my hands, I managed to twist strands of his hair in my fingers and pull him closer. His head sank farther, giving me the courage to look again. I could watch him, but he couldn’t watch me.
“Oh. Oh—” I wanted to tell him how warm his mouth felt, what his tongue did to me, but couldn’t do anything more than gasp, hoping the way my fingers tightened in his hair would tell him that felt fucking perfect. Whatever he did with his lips or tongue was perfect.
Wherever this had come from, the reason he was doing this, I had no idea. Wasn’t even sure I cared. If Steven was trying to seduce me he was doing a pretty damn good job of it and I’d worry about the consequences tomorrow.
“Fuck. Don’t…” I gulped back air. There was something I needed to say, but Steven’s mouth on me meant the English language was beyond my usual control. “Stop.”
He hesitated, his lips still on me, but not moving.
“I meant don’t stop.” My voice was breathless but at least I’d managed to articulate the words, and I let out a long, slow, heavy sigh when Steven dipped his head again. A sigh that became a moan. “Oh God.” I let go with one hand, steadied myself against the seat cushions and tried to push myself deeper into his mouth, but he laid one hand on my hip to stop me.
That was all it took. My other hand, still tangled in his hair, contracted, but didn’t push down. No matter how desperate I was to come, I couldn’t bring myself to break the rules of blowjob etiquette.
I sank back, almost laughing. Blow job etiquette, Blackman? Really? At a time like this?
Then all thought, all of my twisted sense of humour, was gone. Just the sensation of Steven’s palm curved against my balls as his mouth tightened on me. Not enough to cause any discomfort—God, no—but my breath caught somewhere in the back of my throat and no matter which words I mouthed, no sound emerged.
Steven sucked me so deep I thought I was going to come then and there but just as he got me to the edge, he loosened his grip and the only sound in the room was the wet suction as he pulled back, and my heavy breathing.
“Steven.”
He looked up and I screwed my eyes shut. This, I hadn’t wanted. But I’d said his name so what else could he do? So I threw my head back and said it.
Come on, Blackman. Don’t freak out now. Not when you’re this close. “Please.”
I nearly came when he flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of my cock. I couldn’t stop my hips lifting off the settee; I just wanted his mouth on me, but Steven eased me back with that one hand on my hip. The other, he wrapped around the base of my cock and covered me with his mouth.
I managed to swallow back enough air to just breathe, because what Steven did with his tongue cut off all ability to speak. I still had my fingers tangled in his hair, but I just followed his movements—I had no control over what he did. Steven moved at whatever speed he pleased, bringing me close to the edge a number of times before drawing back so that every time the voice in the back of my mind said don’t let him stop, don’t let him stop, please don’t let him stop, I half-expected him to do just that.
And when I came—when he made me, or let me, whatever—the only warning I got was the way my hand contracted in his hair, pulling at him. My hips jerked up but he didn’t stop sucking or working at me with his tongue until my silent gasps found something of a voice and I whimpered. My spine melted and I fucking whimpered.
Blackman, you pussy. I could have laughed.
Steven lifted his head. Licked his lips. If I hadn’t come already, that gesture alone would have made me.
I loosened my grip on him then dug the heels of my hands into my eyes, taking a deep breath. “Fuck.”
“I take it that was a compliment?” Steven pulled himself up onto the settee again.
“Yeah.” Lifting my hands from my face, I widened my eyes and sniffed. Nope. My eyes weren’t watering. Definitely not. But it had been a spectacular blowjob.
“Hadn’t you better…” He leaned closer, grinning. And the bastard ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, still maintaining a superior smirk as he did so. “Tuck yourself in?”
“Yeah. Gimme a chance to…”
“Come back down to Earth?”
I righted myself, zipped up my jeans, fiddled with my belt. Tried to convince myself my hands weren’t shaking, but I caught Steven’s eye and he smothered a laugh, having seen my unsteadiness. “You cocky shit.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“No, I wouldn’t, would I? That was…”
He lifted his eyebrows in expectation.
I decided to say nothing. Didn’t want to stroke his ego any more than I had already.
And that thought sparked off a whole series of images in my brain I really didn’t need to think of.
“Whadaya wanna do now?”
I glanced sideways.
Steven grinned. Looked like he was thinking the very same things we shouldn’t. “Still got plenty of time.” The grin stayed plastered to his face, even as he winked.
I glanced at the clock. “Hmm,” was all I said, and I looked back at him. I could have asked what he
