Page 70 of Rocky Mountain Devil

The wetter he got, the more of his length slipped into her mouth. Her grip tight around his base, her lips meeting her fist on every stroke. Rafe’s vision blurred every time she added a bit more powerful suction, or dragged her tongue just right over the sensitive spot under the head.

A soft caress passed over his sac as she cupped him, fingers brushing the area between his balls and ass, and a flash of white-hot heat set every nerve tingling.

“Damnit.”

She moved over him harder, deeper. Rafe was being dragged to the edge of the precipice where the slightest bump would send him over.

One movement went a little too far, and she gagged before pulling back, a moan rushing from her as if she was ready to explode as well.

That electrifying rush hit, but he tightened his grip on her hair. “You’re about to blow my mind. Don’t push it.”

Laurel panted as she looked at him with those icy-hot eyes. “What if I love your cock more than breathing?”

Fuck.

Rafe closed his eyes and fought for control.

The mattress bounced, and he twisted to find her lying next to him, her head by his hips. “Get up,” she ordered. “I want to try something.”

The few seconds it took to curl to standing and turn to face the bed were far too long. She’d stripped off her shirt and bra, and the sight of her naked tits nearly did him in. Perfect little mounds with erect nipples just calling his name.

“Jeez.”

Laurel offered him an upside down smile as she wiggled closer to the edge of his bed. Her head fell back slightly as she reached for him, pulling his hips forward and placing his cock at her mouth. “I want to play.”

She licked her lips, and temptation was too strong. He took control, pressing forward so her tongue passed over the head of his cock, wet heat wrapping around him.

The new angle let him go deeper than expected, and he slowed his stroke. Moving carefully even as his legs shook with need.

Laurel caught him by the hips and encouraged him. She dug in her fingernails and refused to let him stop. Pulling him toward her, deeper than he thought possible. Faster. He reached down and played with her nipples. The countdown to him finishing accelerated at an alarming speed until—

“Coming.”

Rafe pulled out, seed spurting free. He pumped his cock hard to keep the pressure going, long lines of white landing on her breasts and face. A stripe crossing her lips.

She snuck out her tongue and licked it up, and another, harder jolt escaped him as he moaned.

…and the front door slammed.

Jesse’s voice echoed clearly through the open bedroom door. “Hey. Trev? Rafe?”

Laurel didn’t waste a second. She was off the bed and flying for the master bathroom. Rafe measured the distance between him and the door, the bed in his way, and made an instant decision. He dove for his ankles, jerking up his briefs and pants as fast as he could, Jesse’s loud footsteps marching down the hall.

“Be there in a second,” Rafe warned, as if he hadn’t just shoved his semi-erect cock into his pants.

The bathroom door closed a second before Jesse’s head appeared in the doorway. “Hey, you’re back.”

“Yeah.” Rafe dragged a hand through his hair and attempted to force his brain to work. It was tough, considering all the blood in his system was still pooled in his lower body.

“Well, good. I didn’t even have to help.” Jesse scanned the room, and Rafe cursed as both their glances fell on the clothes tossed on the bed.

The T-shirt could have been his. The bra? Not so much.

Jesse met his gaze, his grin widening. “You’ll have to do something special to celebrate moving back in.”

Rafe was going to kill him. “Hey, I was going to ask you about that thing in the living room.”

His cousin went willingly enough into the living room, but he snickered the entire way. Rafe closed the bedroom behind him with a solid click so Laurel would know it was safe to grab her clothes.