Page 63 of The Arrogant One

Grinding me.

Pumping me.

Forcing my orgasm to peak.

My head straightened, and we locked eyes.

“If you don’t want a mouthful, then you’d better stop right now.”

She deserved the warning.

But where I thought she might pull back and jerk me off into her hand, she kept her lips around my head, her tongue circling, her eyes large as they gazed straight into mine.

She wanted me to unload in her mouth.

She was going to get that wish.

“Shit yeah!” It only took a few more dips, and I was there. Full of fucking tingles. The wave of pleasure spread through me, combining all together and ejecting straight out. “Sadie, ah!” I could feel it squirt. I could feel the cum on her tongue as she dragged it around me. “Fuck! Fuck! Yes!” The last bitdrained out of me, the sensation of the build now gone, and what was left was the after—the jittery feeling that ran through my body as it slowly dissolved. “Damn it, that was sick.”

Her speed died down, her eyes never leaving mine, even after she came to a stop. She licked her lips as she stood, running her thumb across the bottom and then the top, smiling like she knew the control she’d just had over me.

“I’ve been dying to do that,” she admitted.

I chuckled. “You’re really fucking good at it.”

I tucked my dick back into my boxer briefs and zipped the fly of my jeans, along with fastening the button and my belt. Before she could return to the old-fashioned I’d made her, I pulled her against me.

“We’re covered in each other.” She rubbed her thumb over the bottom of my mouth, and I licked the pad of it and then my lips. “You can’t get enough of me, Lockhart.”

“No, I can’t, and I won’t ever.”

She smiled as I ran my palms down her back and cupped her ass, taking a quick glance at the stovetop.

“Whatever you’re making for dinner smells incredible.” I rubbed my nose over hers.

She laughed. “The only reason I haven’t told you is because I love to surprise you.”

Which she’d been able to do because she’d shown up with a Dutch oven that she put straight into the oven and some Tupperware that went into the fridge. I’d seen nothing of what she’d made.

But what I’d found interesting was when we talked about the plans for this evening, she’d expressed her desire to cook at my place. Something I certainly didn’t have an issue with. I just didn’t want her to think we always had to stay in since I’d made the comment once that I didn’t want to be too far from a bed.

“I want to make something clear because I don’t know if itis.” My hands moved to her face. “We never have to stay in. We can go out whenever you want.”

She studied my eyes. “Where is this coming from?”

“I texted you once that I didn’t want us to be too far from a bed.” I let out some air with a grin. “Regardless of what just happened in my kitchen and at the sushi restaurant”—I laughed—“I promise I can control myself and take you out and make it through an entire meal.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “What if I don’t want to be too far from a bed?”

“That just made me like you even more.” I pressed my nose to hers. “But I’m serious.”

“I know.” She leaned back a few inches and kissed me. “Tonight, I wanted to cook for you, but that won’t always be the case. I’ll get this antsy urge to go out, and you will too. I like that we love to do both.”

“Same.”

Her eyes suddenly turned wide. “Oh shit.” She pulled her arm loose and looked at her watch. “Dinner is ready.” She released me and went over to the oven, grabbing the mitts I’d set out and slipping them on.

I observed her from this side of the island with a view of her ass that I could stare at forever. “Can I help you?”