Page 96 of The Has-Been

I hitch my hips back, swearing a curse as she strokes me, firm and slow…exactly the way she damn well knows drives me insane. My chest heaves, my teeth grinding together as I grin.

Aubrey smiles, pumps me a third time, squeezing hard, paying special attention to the spot underneath that drives me fucking nuts. I try not to arch against her hold, but her free hand still pins me to the bed, and I forgot how strong she is.

Her head dips, and I’m sure I’ll die the moment her tongue licks the head of my dick.

I suck in a sharp inhale when she finally does.

She continues to lick me, keeping those fucking eyes plastered on mine as she works, savoring the taste of me like I’m her own personal favor. If I thought I was on fire before, then I’m fucking molten now.

“And this,” Aubrey taunts as she continues pumping and licking me, “do you still like this?”

I angle my head as I have to break our eye contact, slamming my eyes closed, I curse out, “Fucking hell, Aubrey.”

She sucks my tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my head as she pays close attention to the underside. And God help me, I’m gonna cum within the first minute.

Aubrey inches me further and further down her throat, the grooves of her mouth and the wild twirl of her tongue are exactly as I remember, how I dreamed of them for the last year whenever I⁠—

But then she takes me all the way, her teeth gently scraping me as she gags a little, tears glinting in her eyes as she chokes.

“Aubrey,” I plead. But she takes another pass at me, pulling me out before swallowing my length again. My hands find her hair, gripping, and I hope I’m not pulling the strands too hard because I’m too focused on fighting the tingling sensation growing in my fucking balls.

Fuck, I don’t want this to end.

“Liam—” she calls, freeing herself from me. Normally, I might groan from the lack of contact, but I’m thankful for the moment to catch my breath and try to get my shit together.

“Yeah,” I say breathlessly.

Her hand grabs me again, pumping me once as I jerk from the feel of it. “Stop trying to be a gentleman and fuck my mouth like you used to.”

Like I’ve said: I’ve never been able to tell Aubrey Vaughn no.

If she wants me undone, if she wants it rough, then who am I to deny her?

I wrap my hands around her hair—firmer, harder than before.

“Open,” I order, my gaze hardening to stone.

She grins a wicked smile, one I commit to memory—I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.

When her mouth opens, I guide myself in, gripping the back of her and forcing her to take all of me. She sputters and chokes, and part of me wants to pull myself free and make sure she’s alright. But she gives me those bedroom eyes, and I know she’s fine, that she is enjoying every fucking second of this.

My little freak.

Then I claim her mouth exactly like she asked for—exactly the way she begged for.

Tears run down her face as I pump into her mouth relentlessly.

She works me in unison, her tongue and lips a fucking torment.

The feeling grows, spreading from my balls, up and up until⁠—

I buck, spilling myself down her throat. I groan her name as my hand is still anchored to the back of her head, guiding myself in and out. When she’s freed me of every last drop, she pulls her head back, still situated on her knees as she looks straight at me.

And swallows.

Then she walks away.

I fall back on the mattress, my top half falling over the other side of the bed as my chest heaves. I hear the hotel room click shut as I remain staring at the ceiling, and she leaves me.