Page 26 of Ironside
Lena dipped her head, delivering a slow, teasing lick to the crown of my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, long and drawn out, deep in my chest.
Her eyes sparkled as she swirled her tongue along my slit. The breath punched out of me and I thrust my hips up, needing more.
The little minxgiggled, delighted at the effect she had on me.
I plunged my fingers into her hair as she licked and sucked my cock like a lollipop. Using her tongue to tease me.
She deftly slipped one hand under my balls, giving them a squeeze. A shudder rippled down my spine, muscles tightened, thrusting up into her grip.
Lena was usually so shy and sweet and proper. But with the right encouragement, she came right out of her shell and this sexy side of her was unfurling like butterfly wings, jewel-bright and shining.
Wrapping both fists around my cock, she pumped and twisted up and down my length. Driving me higher and higher. A little smile of satisfaction played across her lips as she watched me squirm in my seat, breathless.
“Fuck, petal, don’t stop—don’t stop—” I groaned.
Lena closed her lips around the head of my cock with enough suction to make my vision go white. Hot, molten pleasure coursed through my veins. I dug my heels into the floor, pushing up into the wet heat of her mouth.
She swallowed me down, flattening her tongue to the length of my cock. My muscles tensed, balls tightening, as I wavered on the edge of my impending orgasm. The scent of her perfume filled my lungs and her silky soft hair brushed my thighs.
“God, I knew that pretty mouth of yours would feel so good, sweetheart,” I rasped.
Lena glanced up at me, eyes sparkling. She pulled off with a filthy slurping pop, smudging her peony-pink lipstick. Spitting into her palm, she twisted her wrist over the head of my cock until my body bowed off my chair.
“Christ, I’m so fucking close, petal—”
I broke off, gritting my teeth with a guttural groan. She smiled sweetly at me the whole time, eyes bright as she watched me fall apart. I came hard, spilling over her fingers in a fountain. She squeezed my balls, draining every last drop out of me until I sagged into the chair with a grunt of exhaustion.
Lena gave a pleased hum, grabbing a roll of paper towels from a nearby shelf and wiping her hands clean. I looped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a deep, languid kiss.
With her panties on the floor in a puddle of fabric, and her dress hanging open, it was a far cry from her usual modesty. I loved seeing her so comfortable around me, feeling no urge to cover up.
“You were amazing.” I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, earning that blushing smile I was quickly becoming addicted to. “Are you okay? Any lingering pain?”
Lena shook her head, leaning more fully into me.
“None at all.”
“Good.” I tugged her down into my lap, with her back against my chest. My overly sensitive cock twitched, trapped by the plump curve of her ass. “Let’s get started on that lunch I promised you, yeah?”
Removing the cooler’s lid, I unloaded the food and spread it out before us.
“Maple bacon sandwiches, with honey butter bread. Pasta salad with fresh pesto. It’s been marinating for a week, so the flavors should really knock you over by now. And blueberry cobbler, hopefully still warm from the oven.”
Lena leaned forward, inhaling a deep breath.
“It smellsincredible.”
I handed her a fork, offering up the container of pasta salad. She took a bite and closed her eyes with a moan.
“Oh,Reuben,” she sighed.
My chest puffed up with pride. After so many years steeped in club life, I got used to hearing everyone call me by my road name. My legal name belonged to my Irish Catholic school days, back when I was regarded as a little troublesome sinner who needed the wickedness beaten out of him until he repented.
But when Lena said my name—especially when she was half-naked—it sounded like music to my ears.
“I could marry that pasta salad,” she declared wistfully, taking another bite.
