Holding My Breath. AM Hartnett

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СКАЧАТЬ out of them, he pressed her down into the chair and stood over her. The light from the window was behind him. It turned him to shadow but left the definition of his round shoulders and narrow hips as he worked his belt free.

      She’d always imagined that he folded his fine clothes and placed them in a neat pile before taking his women to bed, but he showed no care with them now. He lifted one foot and then the other to loosen his laces, and shucked off shoes and socks. With just the slightest movement of his narrow hips, his trousers joined the rest of his clothes in a heap that he nudged aside.

      With his thumbs hitched in the waistband of his jockeys, he stared down at her with that smirk still on his face. It was as though he was reading her thoughts, as though he knew she wanted to reach out and touch him like he had touched her, to slide her hand between cotton and hard flesh and feel that magnificently thick cock throb against her palm. Her cheeks were so hot that she was sure her need showed on her face.

      Yet she saw no reason to hide from him any longer, and so she parted her legs just enough to let him see the glisten of her juices.

      A long, low, breathy sound came from him. He moved aside, just enough to come into the light, and he kept his eyes on her as he shoved down his shorts. Molly couldn’t maintain the same focus. She dropped her gaze and bit down on her bottom lip.

      She wasn’t surprised to find him as presentable without his clothes as with. He was groomed and trimmed, fully erect and achingly sexy, and she longed to lean forward and run her tongue through the shine of precome.

      The sorcerer that he was, he took just what she wanted and turned it against her. He grasped his cock with one hand and reached out to run his thumb across her bottom lip.

      With a moan, Molly snaked her tongue out and flicked it over his thumb.

      ‘There we go,’ he said softly, and swept his thumb back and forth with the same rhythm as he was using to stroke his cock. ‘I like a woman who runs her mouth while I’m fucking her, and I love one who likes to use her mouth.’

      He paused and tipped his thumb onto her tongue. Molly felt out of her own body as she puckered her lips and sucked him. He’d transformed her into this voracious thing that couldn’t get enough.

      When he leaned down, she greeted his mouth with the same hunger. He returned it, hands in her hair, licking and sucking to match her and ultimately overtake her. Her lips were sore and swollen by the time he withdrew, but her heart raced and her blood simmered with the need for more as he dropped onto his knees. He merely placed his hands on her knees and smirked as he pushed them apart.

      ‘Well, Molly, here we are.’

      ‘Yes, here we are,’ she repeated in a whisper. She tucked her feet, still in her pumps, on the edge of the sofa. She was sure her need was written all over her body in dark splotches, staining her cheeks, rising on her breasts and splashing the whites of her inner thighs. She could feel every pinprick of heat with the slow stroke of his fingers, and eased back against the cushions with a sigh.

      He snaked his tongue across his upper lip and settled it against his front teeth. A crease formed between his brows as he rubbed his fingers through her slick pussy.

      ‘I’m a bit of a traditionalist,’ he said. ‘I like to make an impression. I can’t think of a better way, can you?’

      He placed his other hand on her mound, and as he parted her slick lips with two fingers he snapped his gaze to hers. He lowered his head, only to stop when his mouth was just above her exposed clit and his hot breath streamed against her. A smile quirked on his mouth.

      ‘How rude. You’ve given me two first names, and I haven’t even given you one. Allow me to introduce myself.’ Once more he flicked his tongue against his lips, and Molly curled her toes against the soles of her shoes. ‘My name is Quinn Pattengale, and that’s the only one I need.’

       Chapter Two

       Quinn.

      She mouthed his name. She hadn’t asked before, not when Nick had given her the number, not when she’d sent those texts to arrange this meeting, and not earlier when he’d entered the room.

      She hadn’t wanted to know, not really, and now that she did, an odd feeling crept across her shoulders. Knowing his name made this raw and real.

      The sense faded with the first swipe of his tongue over the puffy hood surrounding her clitoris, then vanished completely as his fingers curled, pushing and pulling the wet folds. Even though she lifted her hips to him, Quinn drew back and maintained his slow torture. Fingers and tongue conspired to build her longing but the man, the mastermind behind it all, wouldn’t give her release.

      One glance down at him turned her ravenous. His gaze was upon her, eyes shining and brows raised slightly. As though he had been waiting for her to give him back her attention, he flexed his fingers and curled his tongue.

      For a moment he merely cradled her aching clit on the tip, but that moment seemed timeless. She was perfectly still on the outside, not even breathing, but on the inside a feral thing raged. It swelled at the back of her throat, roaring and spitting, commanding her to take control, to push down on his head and grind his mouth against her wet pussy.

      The hand that remained on her knee slipped out of sight. The feeling of being penetrated unlocked her silence. She reached out and pushed her fingers through his gelled hair, but she didn’t push down. She didn’t have to. She simply curled her fingers against his scalp, then moaned as he licked around and around.

      Molly had entered this suite at least two dozen times since coming to the St James Suites, but to her it had always been a white box filled with ordinary furniture. She wondered how some people out there could be so turned on at the thought of coupling in a hotel room. After all, it was just a room.

      Yet as he pushed two fingers deeper, she felt the sin dripping from the walls and creeping to surround her. The curtains were open and, although all the lights were off in the office building opposite the hotel, Molly tingled at the thought of someone watching in the darkness, hand on their cock or pussy as they watched. She moaned louder and fantasised about being heard by some passer-by who couldn’t resist the urge to press their ear to the door – a fellow guest or, better, one of the porters who would pass her in the hall and never know it was Molly making those noises.

      And this man, this Quinn, this male prostitute with the long fingers gliding against her inner wall and tongue stroking back and forth …

      He dragged his tongue downwards and slowly, sinfully withdrew his fingers. His gaze finally left her, lids fluttering closed as he fucked his tongue in and out of her.

      A hungry sound came from him. It vibrated through her pussy and spread in her abdomen. She clutched at him, closing her fingers around the tacky clumps of hair. The sting she must have delivered spurred him on, and thrust his tongue deeper.

      ‘You big tease, is this the impression you wanted to make?’ she hissed through her teeth, then shuffled her legs until they draped over his shoulders.

      He opened his eyes and drew back, wet mouth twisted in a grin. ‘You paid for two hours, and I like to make sure you get your money’s worth.’

      Moving quickly, he slipped his hands under her ass. Molly released СКАЧАТЬ