She sat up, her beautiful hair falling over her shoulders and over her breasts. Her hand moved slowly but steadily. ‘Hmmm … You look like you’re enjoying this so much, I think I want a little bit of it, too.’
Electric desire arced through him. He reached for her, but Leah moved out of his reach. Her hand never slowed.
‘Tell me what you’ll do for me.’
He licked his lips, thinking already of sinking his face between her thighs, of finding her clit with his lips and tongue and licking her until she came. ‘I want to lick you.’
‘Mmm,’ she sighed and gave a little shiver. Her hand gripped and squeezed, teasing. ‘More.’
‘I want to lick your clit, Leah. And taste you. I want to fuck your cunt with my mouth,’ he managed though by now his voice had gone so hoarse and rough with pleasure it was a miracle he could say anything.
‘Oh, yes,’ she whispered and shifted so, instead of kneeling next to him, she was straddling his face. Her mouth found the head of his prick and her lips brushed it, her tongue licking, as she lowered herself over him.
Brandon gripped her hips with both hands and moved her over his mouth so his tongue could find her clit, but he didn’t move her more than that. Leah would move her body on his mouth, fucking it while he licked and sucked. He groaned when his mouth found her hot, slick flesh. He lost himself in the smell and taste of her.
He couldn’t last much longer, but he was pretty sure Leah was close, too. Her clit was a hard bead under his tongue, and her thighs shook. Her moan tipped it for him as he heard it and felt the vibration of her lips around his dick at the same time.
He tried to hold off but pleasure seared through him and heat rushed up from his balls and out of his cock. Leah took it all, swallowing him, and her clit throbbed all at once. Her cunt jumped under his lips, pulsing. She came on his mouth, and he eased off after a second or two. Then, with the aftershocks of his orgasm still rippling through him, he licked at her clit gently, tongue circling, until another wave of shudders moved over her body and she collapsed off him and onto the bed.
They lay in silence, panting for a minute. His hand found her thigh and he stroked it. Leah pushed herself up on the bed to look at him.
‘Breakfast,’ she said. ‘Before I pass out. Before you waste away to nothing.’
She paused to stroke a hand over his hair, and he grabbed it to kiss her palm. ‘You’re the one who said you were hungry for my cock. I’d have taken you to get something real to eat an hour ago.’
Leah raised a brow and fixed him with a stern look. ‘Are you saying this is my fault?’
He grinned and pulled her close for one more kiss. Just one more, a little one. ‘Yes.’
‘I guess I can own up to it,’ she whispered against his mouth, but pulled from his grasp and danced away from him when he reached for her again. ‘No, Brandon! No. Breakfast. Now.’
He got up on one elbow. ‘Yes, ma’am.’
Her eyes gleamed. She’d told him from the start she’d never make him call her Mistress, and she never had. Ma’am, though Leah would never ask him to say it, always made her eyes flash. He watched her cross her arms and lift her chin, watched her stretch her spine until she looked as regal as a queen. She’d say it didn’t turn her on, but he knew it did.
‘I’m going to jump in the shower and get dressed. You,’ she said when he made as though to follow her, ‘will use the sink to wash up.’
Shit. He’d been looking forward to hopping in that awesome shower. He knew better than to protest, though – if he got in the shower with her he’d want to wash her back … and her front … and it would be another hour before they left the room. And his stomach was growling. And, more importantly, Leah was giving him the look that meant she was serious. Arguing with her about it would only lead to trouble, and not the good kind.
‘Yes, ma’am,’ he said, just to tease her a little.
She smirked. ‘And I want you to wear that belt I bought you for Christmas along with the sweater in my suitcase.’
He looked in that direction, not knowing what she meant.
‘It’s new,’ she explained as she disappeared into the bathroom. ‘What you had on last night, frankly, Brandon, was shameful.’
He hadn’t packed appropriately and had left most of his stuff at the Penny Pincher. He hoped it would still be there, though it would need a massive disinfection. He’d have to head over there with Dix at some point today and check out of that rat-trap and get their stuff.
They both washed quickly and as he pulled the new sweater, black with a fine line of red across the chest, he caught Leah looking at him.
‘What?’
She smiled. ‘Handsome. I knew it would suit you.’
He looked at the sweater, which was light enough for Vegas at this time of year, and pushed the sleeves up on his elbows. ‘Of course you did.’
She always knew. Even things he’d never have thought he’d like, Leah knew he would. It had been true of sushi and clothes and movies and music and books. Brandon had no doubt it would be true of most everything, always.
‘And you know, too. Don’t you?’ she asked as she pinned her hair into a twist on top of her head. ‘What suits me.’
He moved closer to pull her into his arms. ‘I hope
