Barely Breathing by Lacey Thorn

“I guess I can’t imagine a woman as
beautiful and sexy as you not having men beating your door down to get to you.”
His gaze ran over her appreciatively. “Especially if they’ve ever seen you like
this.”
    “I don’t do mornings after.” The confession was out before
she could bite the words back. His eyes flared and held hers captive.
    “You’ve never spent the night with a man?”
    “No.”
    There was no missing the cocky smugness that filled his eyes
again. She did snicker this time and sent an elbow to his side as she shifted
out from under him.
    “Don’t get any ideas, Romeo. I don’t exactly have anywhere
to go right now.”
    He didn’t seem to like that reminder and her heart beat a
little funny. She was not going to fall for him. She refused. She didn’t need
the heartbreak, which was certain to come as he got to know her better. They
all fell for a pretty face, but show them the substance and brains beneath and
it was a different story. Better to understand that from the get-go.
    He cleared his throat, eyes all over her as she rose naked
from the bed. She could grab at something, but he’d explored every inch of her
already. What was the point? And she didn’t play coy. Ever.
    She cleared her throat and his eyes lifted back to her face.
She could feel her nipples tingling from the heated look he’d been giving them.
She smiled when she saw the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks.
    “I’d like for you to stay with me while you’re here.” She
had to give him props for holding her gaze as she moved around the bed to sit
beside where he still sprawled. And she had to give them to herself for not
letting her eyes rake over him from head to toe. “I like you. You said you like
me. And we already know the sex is amazing.”
    “Amazing?” She couldn’t help the smile.
    “Fantastic.” He nodded. “I want you.” He nodded down at his
cock and she gasped when she saw it was already hard again. “Even when I’ve
just had you, I want you.”
    “I want you too.”
    His eyes flared and he reached down, gingerly pulling the
used condom off. His cock shone with the residue of his last release and she
licked her lips. Before he could do more than tie it off, she turned and took
the tip in her mouth. She heard his hissed breath and let her tongue slide over
the head. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pumped him while she
took her time exploring with her tongue.
    His fingers tunneled in her hair and he moaned low and long.
“Fuck, Honor. You feel so good.”
    He tasted good. Not salty, not sweet, but some unique
combination of the two. He smelled of them and sex with a little of the scent
of the condom he’d been wearing mixed in. It was good. She shut her mind off,
refused to think of anything beyond this moment. When the end came and it was
time to move on, she’d deal with it. But for now, while she was here and alive,
she would indulge every moment, every act he desired.
    He hissed. “Fuck, baby, it’s so good. I love the way you
suck my cock. The way your hot little tongue strokes. Yesssss!”
    She took him deep, matching the stroking of her hand to the
up and down suction of her mouth. She took as much of his length as she could
and still there was so much left. His cock was certainly proportional to his
size and she was just the girl to take it. Every inch of it. He’d said even
after having her, he wanted her. Truth was she felt the same. Hell, she’d
wanted him when he was nothing more than a picture in a file. The
flesh-and-blood man was almost more than she could handle.
    She swirled and sucked, used her hand to squeeze and rub.
She moved her other hand down to fondle the taut sac of his balls. He lifted
his hips into her and she felt the tangle of his fingers in her hair. She’d
given her fair share of blowjobs. Usually it had been because she didn’t want
sex. So she’d give a little blow and go. Guys liked that and didn’t seem to
care what you did once they got