Page 60 of Worth the Try
I cover his mouth with my hand. “Ansel.”
He relents, his body relaxing beneath me. God, hisbody. But I’ll get to it. I remind myself to be brave, then say, “I’ve been working very hard on things. On my business.”
He nods against my palm.
“On learning to stop being so nice.”
A brow rises, hard to see but discernible, nonetheless.
I giggle. “Believe it or not, I’ve really been improving.”
“Bullshit,” he mutters, his lips tickling my palm.
I swivel my hips on him, and he groans. “AndI have been working on being more assertive. This is me being assertive.” I take a deep breath, still addled from the insane orgasm he just delivered, and hope my voice doesn’t shake when I say the next part. “Right now, what I want—what Ineed—is to give you a blowjob.”
His eyes twinkle, his lips curving into a smile behind my hand before I pull it away for him to speak. “I don’t think I’ve heard it called a blowjob since I was in high school.”
Heat flames my cheeks. “What else would you call it, then?”
He reaches a hand up to caress my face, his grin going positively naughty. “Promise me you’ll say the words once I tell you.”
I agree with a hesitant jerk of my chin. “Okay.”
His gaze drops to my clasped hands. “So innocent,” he murmurs, then focuses back on me, his eyes hooded with lust. “The words you’re looking for, my sweet Elodie, are these: You want to suck my cock.”
As my eyes widen, he repeats himself. “Suck. My. Cock.”
My core heats at the dirty words, wetness coating between my legs.
“Say it, Elodie,” he demands softly. “Tell me you want to suck my cock.”
I swivel against him again, needing relief, before murmuring, “I want to suck your cock.”
“No whispers, sweetheart.” His hands dig into my hips. “Say it out loud.”
“I want to suck your cock,” I repeat.
His eyes roll back in his head as he groans. “Perfect, Elodie. Fuck me, you are so perfect. Say it again.”
Emboldened, I rise onto my knees and bend over, bracketing his head with my hands. I lean down so close our lips almost touch, then let my lips graze the side of his mouth and cheek before whispering in his ear, “I’m going to suck your cock now, Ansel.”
He groans. “Good girl. Yes, please,” he says, his voice hoarse.
Pleased with myself, I tour down his body, taking just as much time on him as he did with me. I explore the hard planes of his chest, the light covering of hair that starts out broad and narrows to guide me down to the place I most want to be. His fingers stroke up and down my arms, halting as I find those incredible divots on the front of his hips, honed and sculpted by years of hard work and training.
I lick them, delighting in the shiver he can’t hold back, listening to the deep rumble of his voice as he groans. But I can’tseeanything, and I’m desperate to. I want to look at this beautiful body at my mercy. I rise up and crawl to the top of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
Angling over him, my breasts dangling over his prone form, I find the bedside lamp and click it on. Its light is dimmer than most, but it’s more than enough for me to understand the way he looks at me: hungry.
He captures me by the waist, sucking on my breast and tracing the curves of my body. And it feels good,sogood, but I won’t be stopped.
His skin practically glows in the ambience, tan and sculpted. Even lying down, his muscles are defined, twitching and flattening as he moves. When I meet his eyes, his expression is downright tortured, and I laugh.
“I told you it’s my turn,” I remind him. “Relax and enjoy it.”
With that, I slide back down, purposefully ignoring his impressive cock in favor of finally—dear God,finally—getting my mouth on his thighs. His thick, strong, gorgeous thighs. I press my lips to the left one, skimming my teeth over it as he hisses an inhale.
