“I want to get to know you, West. I want to know what your favorite color is. Your favorite food. I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you laugh, what makes you sad. I want to meet your friends and family, and have you meet mine.” He kissed my cheek, then my nose, then under my left eye. I trembled at his gentle touch. “It’s been a long time since I felt this kind of instant attraction to someone, and I want nothing more than to find out where it leads. I want you. All of you.”
“Yes,” I breathed. Then gave a shaky laugh and bumped my nose against his jaw. He had the citrusy smell I loved, better than any flower. I inhaled deeply. “Yes. Me, too. All of that.”
“Best news I’ve heard in months,” he murmured, then he kissed me.
It hadn’tbeen just the magic of the wedding. My nerves sparked and sizzled, my blood rushed, and I wrapped myself around him to kiss him back with everything I had. Monroe’s kisses were sheer perfection. The exact right amount of pressure and dominance, without completely taking over. I gave back everything he gave to me, even as I clawed at his back and his hair, needing him closer.
I yanked away my mouth, panting, then grabbed his hand and dragged him to the backroom. I had to shove aside some boxes so I could close the door that I never shut, but as soon as I did, I shoved him against it, pinned his hips to the wood with my hands, and dropped to my knees.
“Dammit.” Monroe grabbed my face, forcing my attention to his when all I wanted to do was open his jeans and get my mouth on his dick. “I came here to take you to lunch. To get to know you! Not have a quickie in your office.”
“We can do both,” I promised. I’d been on simmer for days, ever since the wedding, and the moment he touched me I’d boiled over. I needed him, needed this. But I paused. “Unless you don’t want to?”
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Of course I want to. I’ve jerked off eight times thinking about this. And other things.” He gave me a seductive grin, full of all sorts of promises I had no doubt he’d be able to deliver. “I was trying to do things right!”
I snorted a laugh, an indelicate sound that wasn’t sexy in the least. “What’s right? Who cares? I want to suck your cock, and have you come down my throat. And then we can go to lunch and get to know each other better.”
Monroe tore open his fly so fast, I was surprised the button didn’t fly off and the zipper stayed intact. “I will never deny you anything you want.”
There was more promise there than I could unpack at the moment. Not when I was so hungry for him. I knew he was talking about more than just sex, but that would be for later. After this.
I pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard, red cock. It was thick and wide, and my mouth watered. I loved sucking dick. Absolutely loved it. It was maybe my favorite thing about sex. And Monroe was perfect, more than a mouthful, but not by much. He’d feel so good, stretching my lips. He’d feel good elsewhere, too, but again, that was for later.
I let the saliva pool in my mouth so everything would be good and wet, then swallowed him in one go. He was a little too big and I almost gagged, but I managed to resist. I set to work, using every trick I knew. I licked and laved, kissed and nipped. Sucked hard when I pulled back, and rubbed my tongue along the underside when I went down. Monroe groaned and gasped, murmured praise and my name and a few well placed “fucks.” I was good, and I knew it. And I wanted Monroe to feel every little thing.
But I also didn’t want it to be over too fast, so when I felt him get harder on my tongue, I squeezed the base of his cock and pulled off with a little lick. Monroe was panting and swearing, but I could see the moment when the urgency passed.
And then I dove back in.
Over and over, I brought him to the edge, then stopped him from spilling. He cursed at me, but all it did was make me grin around his cock and do it again. Finally, he gripped my hair, tightly but not pulling, and I raised my gaze to his with his cock in my mouth and saliva dripping down my chin.