Page 25 of Ironside
“Can’t,” I croaked. “No more.”
He surfaced, wiping my slick from his lips and his beard with a victorious gleam in his eyes.
“Now that’s what I like to see,” he said. “No more tears because of your condition, petal. Not when you’re with me. Got that? The only reason I want to see tears in your eyes from now on is because I made you see fucking stars.”
Chapter seven
Ironside
Nearly a full minute passed before the post-orgasm haze in Lena’s eyes finally cleared. The taste of her sweet pussy still lingered on my tongue, making my mouth water. She was a divine sight to behold, spread out on the table like it was some holy altar, heavy breasts and thick thighs laid bare, ready to be worshipped.
Gripping my shoulder for stability, Lena slid off the table with shaky legs. Then she sank down to her knees between my thighs, reaching for my belt.
She was one hell of a sight like this, too, with a greedy hunger in her gaze and her nimble fingers unzipping my fly. Her ponytail had slipped off to one side, strawberry blonde locks coming loose and spilling over her bare shoulders. Her skin was colored with that delicious rosy pink blush.
Gently, I caught her wrists with a firm grip.
“Hold on, petal. Take a second to catch your breath.”
Lena’s gaze flicked up to my face, hesitating.
“What? Why?”
“Because you just ran a gauntlet of emotions in record time. On the verge of tears with frustration. Then you came on my tongue. Twice. And now, you’re pawing at my cock.”
Her eyes shuttered and she pulled back, drawing into herself.
“Oh.”
“Don’t do that.” I cupped her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. “Don’t hide from me, remember?”
The tips of her ears turned red and her nose wrinkled as she tried to hide a bashful smile. She rubbed her hands up and down my thighs, regaining her confidence.
“It’s just…this is the part I know I can do. Blow jobs, hand jobs. I mean, I haven’t exactly hada lotof practice, but it makes up for…everything else.”
I frowned.
“Lena, you don’t have tomake upfor anything.”
She lowered her lashes, shielding her expression. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she continued to stroke my thighs, but her demeanor had changed, now attempting to soothe herself instead of turning me on.
“You know I’m old, right?” I said.
She blinked up at me, confused.
“You’re not that old.”
“Yeah, well, as soon as I turned fifty, the viagra flyers started showing up in my mailbox. Pretty soon, I won’t be able to get it up. And then what? Would you walk out that door because my dick doesn’t work anymore?”
Lena took a breath to speak, then closed her mouth again as she recognized the point I was making. She nuzzled into my touch like a kitten.
“I still want to feel you,” she whispered. “Taste you.” Her voice went quiet and low, barely audible, her cheeks pink. “Suck you off.”
I arched an eyebrow, pleased that my little flower had a dirty streak hidden in there somewhere and it was beginning to show.
Leaning back in my chair, I spread my legs wide as an open invitation. Lena bit her lower lip with excitement and finished opening my fly. I lifted my hips, letting her tug my jeans down to mid-thigh.
Her eyes flickered with interest when her gaze settled on my cock, hard as steel and resting against my stomach. I wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination—a decent seven inches—but the girth required plenty of foreplay beforehand. And the curved tip never failed to kiss the G-spot every time.
