Discover Me by Cara Thereon Page A

The suction of
her mouth curled his toes, her tongue teasing the slit of his cock on each
upstroke.

 
    “Claire!
God, Claire,” he mumbled.   He fisted
his hands in her hair, the instinct to take control impossible to ignore.  

 
    She
hummed around him, a smile on her face as she moved up and down on his slick
shaft.   For a little while, she let
him take control, thrusting hard into that sweet sensation.   Her mouth and throat taking him,
squeezing around him just like her pussy, making him groan and grasp at her
hair.

 
    John
felt his balls draw up close to his body, tension riding hard, tightening every
muscle.   But Claire denied him the
satisfaction of coming in her sweet mouth.   No, she released him with a wet sound, pushing him flat on his back. He
lay dazed, panting softly while she climbed up on the bed.

 
    “Good
job, pet.” She straddled his hips and lined his cock up.   She lowered down with a sigh.  

 
    A
groan, low and tortured, was all he could utter as she lifted up and sank back
down. He arched, his hands tight on her waist as he thrust up into her.  

 
    “And
this is exactly what I’d waited all day for,” she purred as she rode him hard.

 
 

A Little Shy

 
    Naomi
hustled from the back at the sound of the bell. She rushed through the door out
to the front desk and nearly swallowed her tongue when she saw the man standing
there. He was the stuff of dreams with his sun streaked brown hair, strong jaw,
and broad shoulders. He was the type of guy that turned her into a quivering
mess. He was incredibly athletic, painfully gorgeous, and obviously not for
her; a fact that made her want to sigh with longing as she looked at his biceps.
    It’s her
job to help make the customers say the best it could be. Naomi gulped as she
tried summoning up the strength needed to speak to the customer. He wasn’t
looking at her so she was able to approach the desk with a confidence she
didn’t normally possess.
    “Welcome
to The Country Inn an—” He turned to face her and her voice faltered.
    Her eyes
dropped to his crooked smile then rose to his hazel eyes. The color seemed to
change from forest green to liquid brown as she looked into eyes. Naomi felt her
heart skip a beat and in an effort to steady herself ,
gripped the counter for support.
    The corner
of his sensual mouth lifted in an almost mocking way “And suites.”
    That voice
was like silk rubbing against her skin. She didn’t realize a voice so deep could
caress like that. Why couldn’t a man this potent walk up to her and sweep her
off her feet? Maybe if she were some buxom blond with an hourglass figure and a
killer smile, he’d be interested instead of looking at her like she was his
sister.
    “Naomi.”
    He made
her name sound sweet coming from his mouth. She wanted him to say it again. She
could picture him sitting across from her that boyish smile on his face, a lock
of brown hair hanging over his forehead, candles on the table between them as
he talked about mundane things. Then later when he’d be buried deep inside her,
flooding her with his come.
    “Naomi?” A
wrinkle formed on his brow as he watched her.
    Naomi
squeaked as she realized her mind had wandered. Her face flushed in
embarrassment and she looked down at the computer hoping to recover from her
mortification.
    Pasting on
a professional smile, she glued her eyes to the screen. “Do you already have a
reservation?”
    “Yea,
booked over the phone.” He dropped his backpack to the ground and stooped to
reach into the front. Naomi couldn’t help glancing over the counter to look at
him. His jeans fit snug over his tight ass, cupping him in an almost obscene
way.
    He stood
up suddenly forcing her to pull back before he hit her. She lost her balance
and landed on her hip. It was a moment that probably only lasted a minute, but
felt like a lifetime stretched out as she sat there in a daze.   She rose to her feet, groaning as pain
shot through her