Stuck: A Secrets and Lies prequel by Booth, Ainsley (e books for reading .TXT) 📕

up the side of her neck, my thumb grazing her throat before I thrust my fingers into her hair and make a fist. “Yes,” she breathes. “Do it.”

I tug my hand down, leading her, and she bends, her legs folding as she drops to her knees.

I watch porn. Sometimes this kind of stuff. I’ve got an idea of what to do, although there’s all of that and then there’s this—with a real woman, who I want to enjoy every second of this. And there’s no shorthand in sex, not really. Doesn’t matter if it’s kinky or straight-laced. You gotta watch your girl, look for the clues that you’re on the right path.

My floors are pretty fucking hard. “That’s a good girl,” I tell her, tugging on her hair so she has to look up at me. “Thank you.” I get another beaming smile at that. I’ll praise her again at the first opportunity and see how that goes. “If the floor is too hard, you can squat down there. Your choice. If any part of you gets bruised tonight, I want it to be from my hand, not my loft.”

She swallows hard. “Understood.”

She stays on her knees.

With my free hand, I cup the bulge jutting rudely at the front of my dress pants. “You want this? You want to hear what it does to me for you to slide that pink, slick mouth along my cock?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite.” I rock on my heels, brushing my fabric-covered cock against her face. “Take it out, Hazel. Play with me. Make me…what was it you wanted to hear? A groan?”

She nods eagerly as her fingers fumble with the zipper. I let go of her hair long enough to help her. I undo my belt, she does the rest, and as her fingers tug at the elastic of my briefs, my cock rises angrily between us. A thick, ruddy erection, already wet on the tip at the promise of her mouth.

Her lips part, her tongue peeks out, and then she swallows me. Head first, then a bit more. She bobs her head, taking a bit more with each sloppy suck, and when she pulls back, it’s with enough suction I want to thrust my hips hard and bury myself deep in her throat.

I do more than groan, too. I hiss and growl, moan her name, and none of it is for effect. I’ve got a hand in her hair again, but not as tight this time. I’ll be rough with her again soon enough. I’m going to haul her over my lap and give her all the fucking praise when she’s done sucking my soul out of my body.

“Hazel.” Her name is a broken plea on my lips. “I’m close.”

She doubles down, swirling her tongue against the underneath of my cock. Milking me. That’s the only way to describe it. I feel the orgasm start deep inside me, then my balls contract, pumping lewd spurts against the back of her mouth as she takes big, gulping swallows.

Oh, fucking hell. “Yes,” I say, then suck in a big, gulping breath. “Yes, God, yes. Hazel, that was fucking perfect. You beautiful woman. Come here.”

I brace myself against the window and pull her hair gently now, encouraging her to rise. Up she gets, and I kiss her perfect, filthy mouth. Her glorious little tongue which still tastes of me, and her sweet, swollen lips which did some seriously hard work just now.

I do my pants up again, then pick her up in my arms and carry her to the couch.

“That was hot,” I say once she’s settled on my lap. I stroke the curve of her breast through her shirt. “Were those some of the sounds you imagined?”

She grins and wiggles in my lap. “Yes.”

“As good as your fantasy?”

She groans. “You are so cocky. And yes, even better.”

I throw a fist in the air, and she pushes at me, which makes me push back. Then tickle.

She squeals, and I slide my fingers higher under her shirt, cupping her breasts. “Do you like it to hurt here, too?”

“Yes.” She traces her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Pinch me.”

I do. Both hands, gently.

“Harder.”

My cock—still sensitive from the blow job—pulses at the eager plea. “How hard?”

“I don’t know.” Her whispered answer is beautiful. “Let’s find out together. It just feels good.”

“For me too.” I squeeze again, then let go only to drop my hands to her thighs. I squeeze there, and she rolls her whole body, writhing against my touch. “You like that?”

“Mmm.”

“I want to see more of your skin.”

She peels off her shirt, then her bra. I pull her closer, bringing my mouth to her nipples. First one, then the other. A scrape of my teeth, a hard swallow of her flesh, all the while pinching the other taut, brown tip.

Back and forth, until I’m drooling from the taste of her and she’s grinding against me.

I flip her to the side, crawling on top of her. She wraps her legs around me, and I pin her down. I don’t miss the way her breath hitches.

“You were such a good girl,” I murmur between kisses. She whimpers in response. “And now it’s your turn. I’m going to suck on your sweet little pussy now, Hazel. Can you hold very still for me?”

She squeaks as I move down her body. I catch her leggings at the waistband and pull them down, her panties coming with them. I strip her down to nothing in an instant, and I’m rewarded with a blush even prettier than the one on the train.

Hazel, nude and stretched out on my sofa, is a work of art more precious than anything on my walls.

I trace the shape of her with my fingertips. Reverently, then a bit hurt-y. Pinch here, squeeze there.

“You’re blushing,” I tell her as my fingers wander up her neck and rub rudely against her lips.

She licks at my hand. “Am I?”

“Yes. And it makes me hard. You know what else makes me