“Dammit, West. I need to come.”
I winked, sucked hard, then let him push to the back of my throat and kept him there while I swallowed. He shouted and came and I pulled back only when my eyes started to water and the edges of my vision dimmed. The last splash landed on my painfully swollen lips, and I reached up to wipe it away, but Monroe practically fell on top of me, pushing me to the floor and kissing me senseless.
I grinned sloppily at him, and he just stared down at me and breathed.
“Holy shit. You can do that any time.”
I laughed. “You’re welcome.”
“Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I came like that.” He wiped a shaky hand over his brow. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”
“Nope. We’re going to lunch, remember?” I had to laugh at his confused look. I leaned in and whispered, “Here’s a secret about me. I like being hard. I like the anticipation to build. I like being turned on for a long time, until I feel like I’m about to explode.”