Exactly what she wanted.
“What about you?” he murmured, hands firmly in place beneath his neck, arms stretched up, chest and torso long and elegant, cock at the ready. Winter had dimmed his skin from a burnished gold to a more sedate hue, though his face remained tan from being on the slopes more than one would expect an owner to be.
“It’s your day,” she said without snark or bitterness, a smile tickling her lips. His wary look made her glad, too, the neutral way she spoke coming from a place in her that wanted the world to work in harmony. “Let this be about just you.”
“But—”
“And it will make tonight that much better.”
“Tonight?” His voice went mellow and rich, into a register that made her neck tilt and her belly ache with desire, but no—this was about giving.
Tonight, though, she would take, take, take. The heat between her legs confirmed it.
Mike enjoyed long, dry strokes at first; she’d learned over their time together that everything she thought she knew about blowjobs—and everything that did apply to Dylan—didn’t mean anything when it came to what turned Mike on. Relearning how to give a man this kind of pleasure felt like an advanced seminar in sexuality, the kind of upper-division course you think will be a complete blow-off (no pun intended) but that shakes the core of your knowledge paradigm, making you question the entire framework upon with your expertise hinges.
And that was perfectly fine.
A few strokes and then she clasped the root of him, her fingers closing and squeezing far harder than she would imagine any man would enjoy—but Mike groaned, a sound of ecstasy. Her other hand went under his balls and her thumb pushed against the thick wall of muscle between his scrotum and anus, her mouth covering just the tip of him, his hips thrusting up a few inches, though settling right back down.
Her mouth—her control.
The hand around the base of him let go and she took in his muscled buttock, the thick lines of his powerful ass turning her on more than she wanted, making it so much harder to focus solely on him. Squirming a bit, she wanted his hand—his mouth…hell, her hand—on her own clit for a quick release, but that would have to wait. The steady throb of her own soaking wet self was a reminder that there was no isolation of pleasure. She couldn’t just give, any more than she and Dylan could make love with Mike in the room and not have him react. All sensuality was connected.
The idea of disconnection was the mistake.
There should be no “my day” at all. That was where the three of them had erred.
Time later for philosophical discussions, though—right now she had him in her mouth, her tongue performing a lazy walk around the cock’s cap, one hand on his sac, the other up over his washboard abs and now teasing his nipple, which peaked at her touch. She looked up at him to find closed eyes and a frown of deep concentration and focus. Whatever she could give him now, she hoped, would make him trust her to give a complete release, open and bare to her.
A naked body was fairly easy to share with someone else. A naked self? Damn near impossible.
His inner thighs went tight as a shift in his hips made his glutes rock hard, chest a lovely, hard-cut expanse of man she never tired of watching. The tightness was a sure sign that his release was coming any second now.
Not yet, she thought, wanting to draw this out. A long, slow, wet stroke down, her throat relaxing to take him in, and then a slick suck going back up made him buck and moan “Laura!” through gritted teeth.
“Not yet,” she whispered, blowing air gently on his wet tip, making his body shiver. Hands buried in her hair and he made a sound of gratitude and frustration, twinned forever together in her mind.
Now she pulled both hands back to his base, one stroking him up to the rim, her mouth deep throating him, her other hand rolling his balls. A dip down to suck one into her mouth felt like a guilty pleasure of her own, the harsh hush of his breath sucking in through his teeth followed by a full-body clench, and then—
“Oh!” he gasped, the hot flow of his pleasure into her mouth surprising her, his climax coming sooner than she’d read, her ability to catch and interpret his signals clearly off. Following his movements, she caught it all, and as he twitched and panted, movements slowing, skin rasping against the sheets as he relaxed, she pulled her mouth off his hot, wet cock in a slow, studied movement, keeping her lips together at the end, and then swallowed.
He groaned again, this time with a touch of humor and playfulness. “You look very pleased with yourself.” He chuckled as she sat up and just looked at him, eyes taking in his perfection.
“I am.” The salty fluid tasted a bit like mango and crackers. How odd.
“You should be.” With open arms, he beckoned to her, and as she settled against his bare chest she reveled in the incongruity of her entirely clothed body against his utterly naked one. The balance of power was off.
Kind of fun like this.
Mike took deep belly breaths, Laura fixated on his navel and watching its rise and fall, the tranquility of the moment making her slip into a hypnotic state. If they’d had more time she could have fallen asleep, so peaceful were his breaths.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“You’re welcome.” She crawled up him, sleek and catlike, and planted a kiss on his lips.
“About tonight,” he added.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” she said in a low, determined voice. “I haven’t forgotten about tonight.”
And then her ass buzzed.
Fucking phone. She looked—voicemail message. Josie. Holding up one finger, she walked out of the room, dialing as she went to the bathroom and shut the door.
“’lo?”
“Josie?” Thank God. She needed a friend. A voice. An ear. Someone sympathetic and empathetic who could just listen. Let her talk and unwind all the tangled thoughts and feelings that made every part of herself feel so confused.
“Who else would it be? You got Joe programmed in your phone next to my name, too? Because if you’re calling for law school advice—”
“Joe?”
Josie snorted. “Darla’s been sexting me.”
“That’s an interesting relationship you have there,” Laura said, coughing.
“Ha ha. ‘Joe’ and ‘Josie’ are next to each other in the contacts list on her phone. I’m ready to change my name to Zandramander at this rate if it gets her to stop.” Josie’s voice went low. “You wouldn’t believe the pictures they take of each other.”