Page 140 of Cinder
Pleasure ricochets outward in bright, shattering waves, and my cry echoes off the hallway walls.
“Holy fuck!”
My thigh trembles over his shoulder, and the hand braced against the wall slips—but he steadies me, keeps coaxing with gentle laps until the aftershocks make me shake.
He rests his forehead against my stomach, his breath rasping warm across my skin while he presses a slow kiss to my hip. My heart drums against my ribs so hard, I half expect him to feel it.
“Fuck,” he whispers, carefully lowering my thigh and rising.
I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue sparks something possessive in me, and I push him back. “My turn.”
The words barely clear my throat before I’m backing toward the bedroom, tugging him by the collar of his shirt. He follows, eyes fixed on where I bite my lip.
The bedside lamp is already on, spilling warm amber light across the rumpled sheets, and the full-length mirror catches slivers of us as we cross into the room.
I nudge Evan until the backs of his knees find the mattress.
“Sit,” I say.
He does, elbows braced on his thighs, belt hanging open. There’s a small, feral smile pulling at his mouth. “Tell me what you want, Pen.”
“I want you to tell me,” I say. “Exactly how you want my mouth on you.”
“You sure?”
“Mhmm, very fucking sure.”
“Okay.” His grin turns feral as he tugs off his shirt. “Then get on your knees, baby.”
I sink in the spot between his spread legs. The carpet brushes my shins, and I reach out to his waistband, fingers working the zipper.
“Start with your hand,” he instructs, voice gravelly. “Real slow.”
I release his hard cock and wrap my fingers around him, stroking once from base to tip. His breath catches, a short exhale that makes my pulse jump.
“Good.” His eyes flick to the mirror and back. “Now gimme your mouth. Lick the head.”
I lean in and drag my tongue over his tip, tasting the salt and the want. His hand slips into my hair, fingers flexing at the nape.
“Fuck.” The word leaves him roughly. “Again.”
Power hums through me as I obey, slower this time.
“Now take more,” he coaxes. “Hollow your cheeks—ah, fuck Penny, yeah like that.”
The mirror reflects everything. My dress pooled around my hips, his abs tensing with each slow pull of my mouth, the way his eyes burn when he meets my gaze with each bob.
I watch his jaw clench when I swallow deeper.
“Use your hand too,” he orders, voice fraying as he tilts his hips. I follow, sliding my fist in time with my mouth until glugging sounds fill the room and my eyes close. His fingers tighten. “Keep your eyes on me.”
He looks wrecked. Head tipped back, throat working. I moan around his shaft, making him curse softly and his fingers flex tighter in my hair.
“Faster now.” The words scrape out of him. “Squeeze me—yeah, fuck you’re perfect.”
I keep going until his hips jerk, and he snatches a breath, fists the sheet with his free hand, then tugs gently at my hair.
“Enough,” he rasps, easing me off with a wet pop. His smile is strained. “Not yet, sweetheart. Your mouth is a masterpiece, but I want that pretty pussy squeezing me when I come.”
