She did so, tasting the saltiness of pre-come. She licked it off and then licked up and down the length of him. She could feel his bristly pubic hairs tickling her chin on the down stroke. His hand came up and caught and fisted a handful of her curls. “Now,” he growled, “open your mouth. Wide.” His voice was so gritty she could hardly understand him, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what he wanted—needed. Then he was filling her mouth, her throat. He withdrew in time for her to take a breath and then was in her mouth again. His hips were pistoning toward her face, and she realized he was fucking her mouth. While part of her was wildly excited, her practical side reminded her that although she could count the number of blow jobs she had given on one hand, she was definitely not a swallower.

His other hand had found her breasts, and he was kneading, squeezing. The sensation of his hands on her and his cock in her mouth was as exciting as it was overwhelming. She tried to pull back, but his grip tightened and then she felt him start to throb. Shockingly, suddenly, her mouth was flooded with musky saltiness and she reared back, but he had a grip like iron. In a second, he had pulled free of her but clapped a hand over her mouth. “Swallow,” he murmured in her ear. “All of it. Right down.” Aoull oof it. Ret daeown.

She did. “Bastard!” she cried, making a fist and smacking him on the thigh. “A little warning next time, all right?”

“I promise,” he said solemnly. “The next time I’m about to come in your mouth, I’ll give ye ample warning. Ouch!”

“I’ve never done that before.”

He was rubbing his thigh where she’d pinched him, hard. “I could tell.”

Incredibly, pierced vanity was now warring with outraged propriety. “Well, hell, I’m not exactly known as Slut Girl around here, and besides, I didn’t exactly plan—”

He stopped her with a kiss. “You were wonderful,” he said warmly. He nuzzled her nose for a moment. “And I’m verra sorry if I startled ye. But I needed ye t’do that for me. Now I can touch you wi’ a clear head. Now the fun can really start.”

“You’re still a bastard,” she said sulkily. She could still taste him in her mouth, her throat. “You didn’t have to make me—”

His smile flashed in the dark. “Well enough. But now it’s y’turn, sweetie.”

Her irritation lessened as he eased her back on the bed and knelt between her legs, and disappeared entirely as she realized he was going to be as good as his word.