Page 38 of The Hang Up
“Gentle throat massage,” he murmured as he planted a careful trail of kisses down her throat. She gasped when his lips brushed the hollow of her neck, and he could feel her pulse leaping against the delicate skin there. He kept kissing her, moving his way down.
“Throat massage,” she repeated, sounding a little dazed. “I can see how that might work.”
“It pays to follow the esophageal system all the way down.” He kissed his way between her breasts and wondered if this was the weirdest form of dirty talk he’d ever come up with.
But it seemed to be working.
He felt her squirm beneath his lips, her breath coming fast and heated now. His mouth grazed the lacy edge of her bra cup, teasing the warm globes of flesh.
Miriam gasped again. Her hand was still on his ass, but Jason felt the other one drop from his lapel and slide down the middle of his chest. Her fingertips grazed his abs and kept moving down, catching his belt buckle with surprising enthusiasm.
She dug her nails into his ass, hard, which forced him up off the chair. His lips broke contact with her breast, and he drew back, breathless as Miriam yanked him to his feet.
“Stand up,” she ordered, though he was already halfway there.
“What for?”
“Because I just thought of another hiccup cure I want to try.”
“What’s that?” He scrubbed a hand over his jawline as Miriam yanked at his belt buckle. His cock strained against the zipper of his pants, anticipating what Miriam had in mind.
But Jason wanted her to say it. He wanted to be absolutely sure this is what she wanted.
“I want to suck you,” she said.
“Okey-dokey,” he said, too dizzy to spend any time considering what a dork he sounded like.
She had his belt buckle undone and was dragging his zipper down, working with an efficiency that took his breath away. Or maybe it wasn’t the efficiency doing it. Maybe it was the feel of her hand on his dick through his boxer briefs, the warmth of her breath against his abdomen, the smell of rosemary and red wine making him dizzy.
She tilted her head back and grinned up at him, those green eyes twinkling like she’d just stolen a peek at her Christmas present two weeks early. Jason gripped the back of the chair, not sure how long his legs would be willing to hold him up.
Her words echoed in the back of his brain,no fooling around,and though his libido screamed at him to shut the fuck up, he had to ask again. “Miriam, are you sure?”
Hiccup!
She giggled, then nodded with mock solemnity. “Absolutely. It’s a legitimate medical treatment, after all.”
She dragged his boxer briefs down his hips and let his pants drop with them. He felt like an idiot standing here in her dining room with his trousers around his knees and his dinner half eaten on the table beside him.
And then he felt something else entirely.
Her fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft and she lowered her mouth to him, making a delicateOwith her lips. She drew him in slowly, letting him glide to the back of her tongue, and he let go of the chair with one hand and reached for her hair.
Delirious with need, he tangled his fingers in those curls and closed his eyes as Miriam drew back, then slid her mouth over him again. There was so much heat, so much wet, soft suction, that Jason thought he might pass out.
She was doing something with her hand, some sort of twisty maneuver that worked in time with her mouth and left him wondering if she’d taken a class in this or was naturally gifted. He’d never felt anything like this in his whole life, not with anyone.
“God, Miriam,” he groaned as she sucked him in again, her mouth working miracles. He could feel her tongue flicking over the underside of his shaft, her fingers still tight around the base of him as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. He tightened his fingers in her hair. He was going to lose it if he wasn’t careful.
“Miriam—”
“Mmm,” she said, and the vibration traveled all the way up his spine to the nape of his neck. She drew back and grinned up at him. “I think the cure is working. I feel better already.”
“You’re not the only one.”
She laughed and started to lower her mouth again, but Jason caught her under the arms. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if she kept at it, and he wasn’t ready for this to be done.
They’d already crossed the line. They might as well sprint full speed ahead on the other side of it.
