Page 103 of Under Pressure

“You got a tattoo for me.”

“I did. Are you freaked out?”

Her face remains tucked into my neck. “No.”

“I won’t tell you when I got it, then.”

“I can guess.”

Stilling my hand, I swallow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

A beat, then a barely audible “Not tonight.”

Even if I wanted to argue, I wouldn’t. Exhaustion lingers in my bones, and my shoulder aches something fucking fierce. I refuse to react to the pain, though. Not right now.

I’m not going to risk losing this moment for anything.

36

Showering with Quinnis even better than I thought. Especially when she’s on the right side of the glass, and it’s her hand on my cock rather than my own.

She spits a thick wad of saliva onto my already slick shaft before running her tongue over the head, moaning as she tastes me again. Between the sensation of her hot mouth sucking on me and the burning water pounding down on my shoulders, my head is floating.

I tighten my hold on her wet hair and guide her further down my length. She opens her mouth wider and takes me easily, making my toes curl into the tile. Her glassy gaze stays upward, locked on my face as she runs her tongue down the underside and sucks harder. It’s the first time she’s given me head, and thank fucking God she didn’t try last night. At least this morning, I’ve got decent stamina.

Though that may be pissing her off. The narrowing of her eyes as she starts to lap at my leaking tip and cups my balls in her hand gives me the feeling that she wants to make me come sooner than later.

My smirk has her teeth gliding along my shaft. “Do your knees hurt, Quinny?”

She tightens her grip on my sac. I groan tightly, my thighs clenching. The promise of relief is already burning in my belly, but I love seeing this side of her too much to let her know that.

“It feels so fucking good. Your mouth is perfect,” I coax, pulling on her hair, watching her lashes flutter in response. “Can you take me deeper? Hmm?”

Determination flares in her eyes, and the next thing I know, she’s taking me deep enough that I bump the back of her throat before stalling. Her subtle gag makes my cock kick in her mouth, and she claws my ass, keeping me in place.

I force my hips to remain locked in place. “That’s a good fucking girl, taking me in your throat like that. You want more?”

She presses her thighs together, and I curse, digging a fist into the shower wall at my side. I want to be gentle, to let her do what she wants and explore me in a similar way to how I’ve explored her. It’s the only fair option. So why do I want to grip her cheeks and thrust the last two inches into her perfect mouth and feel as I slide down her throat?

Pulling off me, she coughs once and licks the entire length of me with the flat of her tongue. When her face moves lower, down to where my balls are tight and aching?—

“Fuck!” I spit, pulling too hard on her.

Her lips are so tight around me as she sucks my sac into between them and moans. The vibrations do something to me that has thick drops of cum gathering at my tip before sliding down. She catches them with her tongue and slaps a hand to my tensing abs, keeping me in place.

“Stop teasing me,” I growl, too close. “Put it in your mouth and make me come.”

She smiles smugly at the blunt desperation in my tone and does exactly that. I see fucking stars when she bobs on it, the wet sound of her sucking driving me to the brink.

Nodding down at her, I croak, “Swallow for me, baby.”

Her lashes flutter as she keeps her eyes high, watching me as she takes every drop of what I pump into her mouth. I come sohard my vision goes white around the edges. My girl surprises me for the millionth time and presses a gentle kiss on the sensitive tip before I’m gripping her forearms and helping her to her feet.

The moment I’ve got her standing, I twist us and plaster her to the wall. Goosebumps cover her arms, and guilt stuns me for a beat. She’s quick to shake her head and take my hand, guiding it between her legs.