Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour 4)

“Maybe we can help each other out,” she whispered.

“Help each other? How?”

She took a deep breath. “Maybe you can help me relax and get comfortable with my body again, and I can help you

last longer.”

“What’s wrong with your body?” Looked perfect to him. Felt perfect too.

“I don’t want to say. If I disgust you—”

“Are you f**king kidding me? You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She giggled. “So do we have a deal?”

Seemed like a strange arrangement, but if it meant he got to spend more time with Rebekah in a sexual capacity, then he was all for it.

“How do I help you?” he asked.

“Touch me. Just not there.”

“Where?”

“You can touch me anywhere. Just not inside… not inside my… p-pussy.” She said that last word in a rush, as if it turned her on just to say it.

He wanted to touch her inside her p-pussy. So much. “Why?”

“I’m not ready to tell you yet.” He could feel her heart thudding like a jackhammer in her chest.

“Okay. I’ll touch you. I think I can handle that.” He chuckled. Oh yes, he could definitely handle that. “But how are you going to help me?”

She was quiet for a long moment. He was beginning to think she’d decided that he was beyond help when she said, “What makes you come the fastest?”

“Certified Grade A pu**y.” A second too late, he realized he shouldn’t have said that. Ugh, I’m a f**king idiot! He winced, waiting for her to cuss him out. She just laughed.

“Well, I can’t help you with that. My pu**y is off limits. What about oral? Do you like that?”

Was there a man in existence who wouldn’t want her plump lips wrapped around his cock? If there was, he wasn’t one of them. “Oh yeah, I like oral.”

“So you touch me, and I’ll suck you.”

“You’re going to suck my cock?” Just the thought made him shudder with excitement.

“Would you like that?”

He moaned in torment. He couldn’t form an intelligible sound, though he wanted to tell her exactly how much he’d like that.

“Okay, lesson one.” She squirmed. “Roll onto your back.”

“What? Now?” His balls tightened.

“Why not? Do you have something better to do?”

Oh. My. God. He loved this woman’s spontaneity so much. “No.”

He rolled onto his back. When her delicate hand slid over his belly, he cried out. Damn. He was already so f**king excited, the second her lips touched his c**k he’d be coming.

“You are really sensitive, aren’t you?” she murmured.

Every inch of him, but eight inches in particular.

She slid down his body and kissed his belly. He squirmed sideways along the bed. At this rate, she wouldn’t even have to touch his c**k to make him come.

She chuckled. “Hold still.”

“God, I want you, Rebekah.”

“Do I really excite you that much?”

He nodded vigorously. “Yeah. I can’t take it. I want to f**k every inch of you.” He bit his lip, wishing she’d gag him so he’d stop blurting inappropriate shit.

Her hand slid down his hip bone. He sucked a deep breath through his teeth.

“Try to think about something else,” she advised, before directing his c**k into the warm confines of her mouth.

Think of something else? Was she f**king kidding him? How could he possibly think of anything but the feel of his c**k head lodged in her throat? Her tongue stroking the underside of his shaft? Her tiny hand lodged against the base of his c**k to hold him steady while she pulled back with strong suction?

“Ah f**k, Reb. I’m gonna come. Like right now.”

She kept drawing back until he popped free of her mouth. “No, you aren’t. The longer you hold back, the sooner we’ll do this again.”

“What?” He couldn’t think well enough to reason through her statement.

“If you last five minutes, we’ll try lesson two tomorrow. If you last ten minutes, we’ll move on to lesson two as soon as you can get it up again.”

“What’s lesson two?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I guarantee you’ll like it.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

“What if I last ten seconds?” Because honestly, he’d be surprised to last that long.

“No lesson two.”

“None?”

“Nope. I’m timing you with the clock there. Fight release as long as you can.”

She took his c**k into her mouth again, and he cried out. But he didn’t come. He bit his lip and tried to think of the least sexy thing he could. He settled on solving complex mathematical equations in his mind. It kept his big head occupied (sorta), but his little head’s attention was one hundred percent on the pleasurable tug of Rebekah’s lips as she sucked him. The writhing of her tongue. The moisture. The heat.

Rebekah was sucking his cock.

Sucking him. Rebekah.

Sucking. In her mouth. His c**k was in her f**king mouth.

Thank God it was dark, so he couldn’t see it happening. He shuddered hard and clenched muscles, fighting orgasm. No good. Too excited. Felt too good.

Rebekah…

“Okay, I’m done,” he gasped. “I’m gonna…”

She sucked harder. Oh God. He was going to come in her mouth. With no condom. Would she swallow it? Or spit it out? Shit.

“Stop. You have to stop. Reb.”

Her soft hand slid over his balls. He lost all semblance of control. Gave himself to the blinding pleasure. To the spasms of ecstasy that gripped his entire body. He flooded her mouth with his fluids. Instead of the startled or disgusted reaction he expected, she swallowed him and stroked his balls with her fingertips until he was shouting in triumph.

Unfortunately, that feeling was short-lived. She lifted her head and he slipped from her warm mouth. “Three minutes.”

He flushed in embarrassment. Damn it. He hadn’t even lasted five. Did that mean no more lessons? He couldn’t really blame her if she never wanted to touch him again. What woman wanted to be with a man who had absolutely no control?

“Did I really excite you that much?” Her voice had a hint of pride and happiness.

He lifted his head, but couldn’t see her expression in the darkness. “Fuck, woman. I’m surprised I lasted that long. The second your lips touched my dick, I thought I was going to blow.”