They were about as close as two people could be and she wasn't so closed off in her own purpose that she was magically incapable of paying attention to things that were not Roland's cock. She looked up at him evenly but didn't stop, being overly worried would invite too much trouble. Besides, that little shift could have been a number of things, she was no mind reader after all, but in case his own decision wasn't moving enough there was that look in her eyes. The shut up and let someone else take care of you for once look.

Hopefully he would listen because she was done teasing, now she just wanted to make him come again. Playing around was slow and unhurried, everything else was instinct and intelligence. If he could honestly think through how quickly she sped up and the gratuitous implementation of his weaknesses, all of which she remembered and put to use no matter what it required, a curl of her tongue here or there, pressing, sucking, didn't really matter. If he couldn't have one night he could certainly have one damn blowjob.