Out of My League by Michele Zurlo

understood his look to mean he wouldn’t force the issue. This was her choice. “I just… Your order surprised me. That’s all.”
    Realization dawned. He blinked hard and squeezed her hands. “No oral. That was one of your limits. I’m sorry. I forgot.”
    “That’s okay. I didn’t want to do this with a stranger. I’m okay doing this with you.” She shook off his hold and unfastened his pants. Ample evidence of his arousal sprang forth. Kaelen hadn’t bothered with underwear either. “I’m just not sure what you like.”
    He stared at her for so long that she found the courage to meet his gaze. Though his expression was unreadable, she didn’t see any kind of censure. “Touch me with your hands first. I like when you start slow and take your time. Cup my balls. If you’re going to squeeze or roll them around, be gentle. They’re very sensitive. When you add your mouth, start with your tongue. Do that, and you’ll figure out what I like.”
    Grasping her cheeks gently, he tilted her face up and brushed the pads of his thumbs against her mouth. He explored her lips slowly and thoroughly, taking his time. When she took a ragged breath, he bent his head and replaced his thumbs with his lips. By the time his tongue entered her mouth, he’d coaxed forth a blaze that spread heat from her chest to her toes.
    When the kiss ended and he pulled back, they both took a moment to catch their breath. “Plus, I like to watch you touching me. I might not last too long.”
    Emboldened by his kiss and by his detailed encouragement, Mia took his cock in hand. She trailed her fingertips over the shaft, enjoying the smooth hardness and listening for his smallest reactions. His breath hitched when she caressed the cleft at the head and right under the ridge around the crown.
    She didn’t spend all her time on those spots, however, reasoning that she had a few that gave her a little more of a jolt, but it was nicer to spread the attention. It ramped up the anticipation factor.
    He gripped the arms of the chair. From the corners of her eyes, she saw his nails turn white.
    Reaching underneath, she cupped his sac. A casual exploration revealed that he preferred a few kinds of movements, such as when she rolled his balls gently in her palm, more than he liked any particular place caressed. She liked hearing the hisses escape his lips and the way his knees shifted, bobbing against her sides, as he struggled to stay still. Touching him like this, causing these reactions, gave her a heady rush of power that sent heat to her core. She shifted, squeezing her legs together to concentrate the feeling.
    When she added her tongue, he groaned. “Fuck, Mia. You’re lethal, babe.”
    She didn’t mind the moniker so much anymore, but she was reluctant to call it a term of endearment.
    She licked the smooth skin of his shaft and circled her tongue around his purpled head. The glistening drop at the tip tasted salty and tart. Getting into the spirit of things, she made her way down to his sac. On a whim, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
    She heard a thump and looked up to make sure he was okay. He’d thrown his head back. The sound had been the back of his head hitting the frame on top of the chair. His lips worked, forming letters and oaths, but the only thing that made sense was her name.
    Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she pumped once. His entire body twitched, so she did it again. She switched her lips to his other testicle, mouthing it gently as she stroked his cock.
    A light sheen of sweat glistened on his chest and stomach. He was close. Hesitantly she released his balls and closed her mouth around the darkened head of his cock. She sucked hard, taking it as deep into her mouth as she could. She wrapped her hand around the base to pick up the slack there.
    He tangled a hand in her hair, but he didn’t try to guide her action or control the pace she set. When he tightened his grip in warning, she sucked harder. He