Anxious Love (Love Sick #1) by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle Page B

I leaned over, pushed up his shirt, and kissed his stomach. My tongue traced the edge of each muscle. I peeked and saw his intense gaze watching my every move.
    "You feeling better," I said in a seductive voice that I didn't even recognize. I ran my hand over the bulge in his gym shorts.
    "Getting th-here."
    He stuttered over the word. I grinned and licked my lips. He felt large and rock solid against my palm. I kissed the muscles on his lower abs. They tensed under my lips.
    I leaned in. The smirk on his face spurred me on. The bulge in his shorts rubbed across my chests as I leaned in further. It helped my confidence. His low, deep groan made my own core flutter.
    I sat back on my heels and ran my hands down his abs, my fingers spread out to cover his firm, tan muscles. I leaned over once more, licked and kissed the spot below his belly button and his cocked twitched. I grinned and sat back, curled my fingers under the waistband of his pants, and peeled them back releasing his cock.
    My eyes grew wide as I stared. My mind flipped through the word cabinet in my mind of all the words and phrases I used to describe a man's anatomy in my books: large, huge, massive, smooth, long, hard, thick. All those words combined didn't begin to capture what Ryan's cock looked like, and what having it in front of me did to my soul. It was magnificent. Not a word I used lightly, but no other word would do it justice. I felt the urge to bow down to it like it was an unexplained structure sent from the gods for women to worship.
    I licked my lips and caught Ryan doing the same. I forgot for a minute he was attached to it. The cock.
    "So can I break the seductive role play for a minute and just say...Wow!!!"
    His chuckle got caught in his throat as my hand gripped him at the base.
    I squeezed. He winced. I ran my hand up and down the shaft, and he groaned.
    I loved the way it felt in my hand. From the sounds he made, he enjoyed it, as it grew harder and straighter. In reality, I was stalling. I had no idea how to even approach it.
    Okay, a good blowjob includes moisture, tension, and suction. Oh, and I need to relax...
    "What are you thinking so hard about?" Ryan asked as he reached out and caressed my cheek. I bit my lip and felt my cheeks grow hot, but his touch sent warmth through my whole body.
    "Just planning my attack."
    Ryan grabbed himself. I pouted like he stole my favorite toy. My heart ached from its sudden absence. I stared up at him.
    "Sorry. Something about the word attack in reference to my penis..." He shook his head.
    "Okay, how about my approach, my strategy, proper protocol, if you will."
    Ryan reached out with an amused expression on his face. I placed my hand in his, and he placed my hand back on his cock.
    "I'm pretty sure if you just put your mouth on me, you're eighty percent assured success."
    "Eighty percent." I scrunched my face. "That's not good enough."
    "You write about this stuff, don't you? Improvise—"
    I didn't wait for him to finish. I placed my lips over the tip and kissed it. I peered up at him. His eyes darkened, and his hands fell to his side.
    I thought about when Ryan was between my legs; he wanted to create that first perfect taste.
    I leaned over, stuck my tongue out, and licked from base to tip in one long lick. He tasted salty and sweet. When I reached the tip, I placed him in my mouth, and he twitched. I held him between my lips and pressed. His hands fisted the couch next to his thighs. When I had enough slickness, I moved over him and took him into my mouth as far as I could while squeezing the base of his shaft.
    He was coated with moisture from my mouth mixed with his precum. The combination danced on my tongue. I moved my hand up and down his length while watching him. He reached out when I kissed the head, but his hand dropped followed by a low growl when I took him in my mouth and attempted to take him farther. His cock hit the back of my throat, and while I wanted to accommodate him, I knew