“You’re loud,” I said with a laugh. “And we’re already on bathroom probation.”

His brows lifted as he understood. His grin was wicked as he opened his mouth, letting me place the rolled-up terrycloth between his teeth. He clamped down tight. I kissed his chin, his beard soft. “Try to be quiet.” I pulled off my shirt, tossing it aside. Then my bra. “Emphasis on try.”

He stared back at me, eyes hot, his jaw clamped, groaning around the washcloth.

Then I went back on my knees and slipped my lips over his cock, taking him as far as I could. What I couldn’t fit, I stroked with my hand. Declan threw his head back, his hands in my hair. Every muscle was taut, his body strung tight enough to shatter.

He reached through our bond, pouring affection, desire, and an abundance of want into me as I stroked him faster, ratcheting up my own response. I felt like I was ready to bust out of my own skin.

Muffled cursing came from between his clenched teeth. When I looked up at him, he was breathing hard around the washcloth, his eyes tightly shut. He was close. I moved my mouth faster over him, letting my hands drop down to my own waist. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. Then I slid one hand down to the lacy top of my panties, sliding my fingers beneath them, using the bond to show Declan exactly what I was doing so he knew, even with his eyes closed. Letting him know how good it felt.

My other hand went back to stroking Declan while I stroked myself, my fingers making quick circles. Now when I looked up, I could see Declan watching me, his eyes molten. He grew harder, his jaw almost white from biting down on the washcloth.

I could almost hear his voice as his words slid into my mind. Let me see you. I need to see you come, sweetheart.

My fingers moved faster, my own orgasm winding up. I could feel the flush of it, my hollowed cheeks turning pink. I sucked him harder, taking my hand off his cock so I could cup one of my breasts. Declan’s eyes followed every movement, his hips bucking as I plucked my nipples into tight points. I didn’t think I’d ever been turned on so much in my life. It felt like my entire body was going to burst into flame.

Fuck, Lou, that’s—fuck that’s good. Declan gripped my hair, making sure he didn’t pull too hard. His chest was heaving, his nostrils flaring, his jaw still clamped on that washcloth. I need you to come.

I moaned, moving my fingers faster, so close but not quite tipping over. Declan did something then, something with the bond, twisting it until his pleasure flowed with mine, going back and forth between us in a continuous loop.

Now, Lou.

My orgasm slammed through me. I gasped. Declan pulled out of my mouth with a curse, scooping me up and depositing me back onto the countertop so hard, my ass slid into the sink. I yanked the cloth out from between his teeth, and he took my mouth in a deep kiss. His hand closed over his cock, jerking once, twice, before heat painted my stomach as he came. He moaned into my mouth.