Her legs fell open to give him better access. She was all languid limbs and undulating calm, which was why, when he felt a strong grip take hold of his hair, he could only chuckle. As he made a tentative foray between Ruby’s legs, kissing her upper thighs and nuzzling at her mons, she grew rapidly more impatient. The movements of her body demanded that he sample her more thoroughly, her fingers weaving through the strands of his hair and refusing to let go.

“I swear on everything you love, Spencer, if you don’t stop taunting me like this, I’m going to give you the most agonizing blow job of your life. Don’t think I won’t. After all my experience standing perfectly still on a stage, I can make anything last for hours.”

That made him laugh too. “Not that, I’m afraid. If your lips come anywhere near me, I’ll last three seconds, tops. There’s no way you could stretch that out.”

Something about the words being uttered so near to her clit caused a gasp to escape her. Intrigued—and held firmly in place—Spencer gave himself over to the task of seeing what else he could do. That age-old standard, reciting the alphabet, received enthusiastic approval, but not nearly as much as a lightly blown breath alternating with deep, penetrating tastes of her. He adjusted his position slightly, using the leverage of his arm to pull her hips more flush against his face. This caused the grip on his hair to become so intense that he had to wonder what sort of exercises she was doing in her spare time.

All that hair-pulling probably hurt, but he was having a difficult time telling the difference between pleasure and pain as he continued sampling her body with his lips and tongue and even his teeth. The closer he drew to her clit, the more her movements became pleading and frantic—a sensation that was echoed in the tight thrum of his own groin. Unsure whether it was her desire or his that caused him to focus all his energy, he lightly flicked his tongue against her clit until all other thoughts and sensations faded into the background.

He could tell when she came before she did. The tight clenching and unclenching of her body against his lips gave her away.

As the orgasm rocked over her, she bucked and cried out for about two seconds before turning her head into a pillow to mute the sound. Even that inflamed his already scorching desire, especially when she followed it up with a low chuckle.

“I can see why Eva and her husband were so eager for a weekend away,” she said. “That was a scream-worthy performance, Spencer. I’m sorry I couldn’t go all in.”

Scream-worthy? He wasn’t sure anyone had said that about him before. Pride puffed his chest and swelled his erection.