Deepening the kiss, he skimmed his hands down her sides, gliding over the swell of her hips before cupping her ass and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around him. Her fingers in his hair, pulling and demanding more. He trailed his lips down her neck, pulling her closer against him so he could better fit his cock against her.

“God, you feel so good.” He squeezed her ass, watching as she bit down on her lip, the move drawing his attention to that lush mouth of hers.

“I want to feel you,” she said, her voice husky with want. “But you need to put me down.”

He hated to let her go, but telling her no was an impossibility. “Touch away,” he said after he lowered her feet to the floor but let his fingers linger on her hips.

Then she did the last thing he expected: She let go. “Hands on the wall.”

He had a half second of hesitation before he did exactly as she wanted.

Palms pressed against the wall, he let out a tortured groan the second she wrapped her long fingers around his cock and started to stroke.

She paused. “Too tight?”

“Too good.”

She smiled up at him. “Let’s see if there’s room for improvement anyway.”

She slid her hand down to the base of his cock and sucked the head into her mouth. Jesus. It was soft and hard, wet and dry, slick and steady all in one instant. It was more pleasure than his brain could process, but there was no way in the world he was going to tell her to stop or slow down or anything at all—not in any small part because forming words was beyond his abilities right now. Up and down, in and out, over and over until his dick was so hard and wet and ready for more that he was grounding his molars together to keep from coming.

She wasn’t done with him, though. Her free hand cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them with just enough power to take it even higher. Then she stroked a finger over the sensitive spot behind his balls at the same time that she took him in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. He clenched his eyes shut and used every ounce of willpower he had to stay on the edge instead of spilling over. Hands curled into fists of desperation, he kept his knuckles pressed to the wall and teetered as she did something with her tongue that he didn’t have the vocabulary to describe but fucking A, did it feel good.

Too good, unless he wanted his part in this to be over too soon.

“Shelby,” he said, barely getting her name out.

She stopped and looked up, her eyes wide and her lips wet from sucking him. “You want something else?”