Chapter 11

The world around me collapsed to one moment, one mouth, one man. I shot down Leandro’s throat, incapable of pulling away from the delicious heat even if I had remembered how I’d wanted to come on his face. He gripped my ass, almost painfully, refusing an inch until my cock finally stopped jerking, and even then, he slid up only halfway, only enough to dislodge the head and let it rest on his tongue. The sucking returned. In the aftermath of my blistering climax, I would have normally pushed a lover off. My cock gets too sensitive in those first few seconds after my release. But Leandro treated it with delicacy, avoiding the crown and slit to concentrate instead on the shaft.

After my erection had diminished, I tugged him off and let him go, watching him sit back on his heels through heavy-lidded eyes. “That was…unexpected,” I panted.

His nostrils flared, but he didn’t look away from my direct stare. “I don’t jump every gorgeous man who knocks on my door. You need to know that.”