Did he wear boxers or briefs? White or black or blue? She was about to find out.

The answer nearly knocked her to the floor when his cock sprang out, long, thick, hard and completely riding free. She stared at the glorious sight. She might even have gawked, slack-jawed, because he was stunning.

As she tugged down his jeans, she looked up at him. “You go commando,” she said with a grin as she stated the obvious. But the obvious needed to be stated, and admired.

“I do.”

“Have you always been totally naked under your jeans every time we’ve gone out?” she asked, as he unbuttoned the final button on his shirt, then pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.

“Yes.”

Casey’s eyes widened. To think, the whole time she’d known him, he’d been naked under his jeans every single time. Every time she’d had dinner with him, gone to the movies, a baseball game, a comedy club, or an art gallery, he’d been one layer away from nudity.

“All the time?” she asked, craving some kind of final confirmation of this mouth-wateringly gorgeous vision of his free-range cock.

Ready at a moment’s notice. Every second of the day.

“Yes, I go commando all the time. Every time you’ve seen me I’ve been riding free. Now, I need you to stop talking and put that mouth of yours to a better use. Suck me now, Casey.”

There it was again. That rough, commanding tone. The order that sent an unexpected rush down her spine. Then his hands were on top of her head, his fingers digging into her hair, as he tugged her closer so her mouth could meet his hard, hot cock. She curled a hand around the base. He groaned from her first touch. She hadn’t even wrapped her lips around him yet. A thrill raced across her bloodstream from his reaction. She brought the head to her lips, swirling her tongue and tasting him like he was candy.

His fingers gripped her hair harder, digging in through her strands to her skull. She drew him in more, licking and lapping him up, but keeping up a teasing pace, only letting him in so far. She knew how to give a hell of a blow job. She was skilled in driving a man crazy and to the brink of lust-fueled insanity. She’d take her sweet time with her hand curved tightly as she stroked him, and her lips giving the head the special treatment. From the way he rocked his hips into her, he liked it. A lot.

“No teasing,” he growled. “Take me all the way in.”

Okay, so maybe a change of pace was called for. She opened wider, and brought him deep, the head hitting the back of her throat.

She heard a sharp breath, then a groan as he grasped her harder and rougher, spearing her hair with his strong fingers. “That’s better. Keep it up like that, sweetness. I’m not going to be gentle. I intend to fuck your pretty little mouth.”