He caught her staring and chuckled. “Up for one of your infamous Bree Lockhart BJs?”
She slid off the table, fixing him with a seductive look. “Always. Question is—are you?”
Jake leaned against the table, one hand reaching down to circle his stiff shaft. He gave it a firm pump, those gray eyes burning into hers. “Always,” he mimicked.
The male arrogance and smug glint in his eyes only fueled her determination to make him come apart. She’d always loved watching him unravel, reducing him to a cursing, groaning mess as she had her way with him.
It didn’t escape her that they were still in the hallway, that the hardwood floor beneath her knees wasn’t a soft mattress. Even back then, she and Jake had rarely made it to a bed, so not much had changed.
Bree kept her eyes locked with his as she leaned forward and got her first taste of him in twelve years. His entire body jerked when her tongue glided over the pearly drop forming at his tip.
“Slow and easy?” she taunted, then darted her tongue out for another fleeting lick.
“Fast and hard,” he choked out, his voice so hoarse it sounded like someone had shoved a handful of gravel in his mouth.
She shot him an evil smile. “Slow and easy it is.”
Jake wasn’t a man who liked being teased, which made teasing him all the more satisfying. She braced her hands on his muscular thighs and slowly took him into her mouth, sucking gently on the head of his cock. He twitched again, letting out a ragged expletive.
“More,” he demanded.
“No.” She tilted her head up. “Now be a good boy and put your hands on the table. No touching. No trying to control the situation.”
A husky laugh slipped out of his throat. “Jesus, Bree, I’ve missed you.”
She refused to let the remark affect her, ignoring the way her pulse sped up. She wasn’t about to say it out loud, but she’d missed him too. Missed the confidence he seemed to inspire in her. Missed the way she transformed when they were alone together. Jake made her feel bold and wanton. She could do anything and everything and he didn’t even bat an eyelash. He’d always been a more than willing participant when it came to her need to explore her sexuality.
She hadn’t done much exploring lately, though. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex. Wait, it had been last year, with the ADA from the Denver prosecutor’s office. Missionary all the way—and he hadn’t cared much for blowjobs. The memory made her all the more determined to prove to herself she still had the right skills.
Taking a breath, she wrapped her lips around Jake’s cock, loving the way he filled her mouth, the way his shaft throbbed as she gently scraped her teeth over it.
When he tangled his hands in her hair and tried to pull her closer, she quickly retreated, punishing him for his complete disregard of orders.
“Hands to yourself,” she reminded him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She heard the laughter in his voice and decided to shut him up—by sucking him so hard he swayed on his feet. Another curse popped out of his mouth.
Fighting a jolt of arousal, Bree focused on driving him to the brink of madness. Relaxing her throat, she took him in deep. She bobbed her head as she sucked him with fervor, then shifted to short, shallow strokes while her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed.
“Christ,” Jake choked out.
She dragged her tongue along his sensitive underside, then swirled it over his tip, pumping his shaft as she teased the head. Her other hand slid down to cup his balls and when she fondled the tight sac, Jake groaned so loudly she felt the vibrations against her tongue.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, fuck,” he hissed out.
Bree hid a smile. Once his vocabulary was stripped of everything but the F-bomb, she had him exactly where she wanted him. Time for the final touch, the one thing guaranteed to make this big macho man lose his cool.
As she sucked him hard and deep, she rubbed one finger over the trail of saliva dripping down his shaft, then dragged it up to the crease of his perfect ass and slid the tip right through the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck!”
Jake came so violently Bree nearly lost her grip on him. As hot jets spurted to the back of her throat, she swallowed eagerly, her lips wrapped around him in a tight seal that had him moaning with ecstasy.
When he finally grew still, Bree demurely wiped her mouth and stood up. She shot him an innocent smile. “So, do my blowjobs still make the grade?” she couldn’t help but mock.
He blew out an unsteady breath. “Were you trying to kill me?”
“Nope. That was just payback for the way you seduced me in the restaurant last night.” Her eyes met his. “Has your endurance dwindled with old age?”