Lord, why hadn’t anyone ever told her how empowering it could be reducing a man to a panting, cursing mess? Fighting a smile, she skated her tongue up and down his shaft, then wrapped her lips around the head and sucked.
His hips shot up, trying to push his entire length into her mouth. With a slow exhale, she gave him what he wanted, her cheeks hollowing as she brought him deeper, testing how much she could take. Breathing through her nose, she relaxed her throat as he fed his cock to her inch by delicious inch. Though he kept his arms above his head, Cash controlled the encounter with his hips, driving his erection in and out of her mouth with leisurely but steady strokes.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was a cross between a whisper and a groan. “Suck me nice and slow.”
Realizing she’d completely neglected that tight sac bumping against her chin, Jen lowered her hand and cupped his balls, eliciting a hoarse cry from him. His hips retreated and that thick cock slid out of her mouth with a wet pop.
“Lick my balls,” he rasped. “Do that teasing thing again.”
Her heart thudded. She licked those heavy globes, which were drawn up and pulsing beneath her tongue. She sucked one in her mouth, then the other, then replaced her tongue with her hand and squeezed him hard.
Cash released a wild groan.
His response to her oral exploration turned her on beyond belief. An ache formed between her legs. Her breathing went shallow. Every inch of her body tingled.
God, she was going to explode.
But not until she made him explode first.
Wrapping her fingers around his impressive girth, she brought his cock back to her mouth, sucking hard as she rolled his balls between the fingers of her other hand. His groans grew more desperate, his body pistoning harder. She swirled her tongue over his head at each upstroke, quickening her pace.
“Fuck,” Cash choked out. “Yeah, like that. Jerk me faster. And suck harder.”
Jen gave him what he wanted, pumping his shaft as she sucked him into oblivion.
“Oh, Jesus. Yeah, that’s it…that’s it…fuck.”
And then he moaned, disregarded the no-touching rule, and shoved his hands in her hair as his cock throbbed and spasmed in her mouth.
Hot pulses of liquid shot to the back of her throat and she eagerly swallowed each drop, loving the heady, musky taste of him, loving the way he gripped her hair, the way he rocked his hips with complete abandon. When he finally grew still, Jen lifted her head, unable to control the cocky smile that tugged on her lips. Cash’s eyes were closed, his frantic pulse ticking in the hollow of his throat.
“Feel better?” she asked, amused.
To her irritation, his eyes snapped open to reveal not the glaze of post-orgasmic bliss she’d expected, but a look of utter betrayal. “I can’t believe you took advantage of my heatstroke and seduced me.”
She lifted one eyebrow in defiance. “Really? You’re going to play the wounded virgin here?”
He didn’t seem to hear her. “Oh man. If Carson finds out his little sister gave me a blowjob…” Cash made a swift move to yank his shorts up.
Rolling her eyes, Jen intercepted his hand before he could cover himself up. “He won’t find out. Not unless we tell him. And we’re not going to tell him, are we, cowboy?”
“Never,” he confirmed miserably.
“Good.” She flashed him a cheeky smile. “Just like we’re not going to tell him how you fucked his little sister on the couch.”
Those gorgeous blue eyes narrowed. “I’m not going—” The words died when she hopped off the couch and whipped her tank top over her head.
A groan left his mouth, heavy with frustration and thick with lust.
“Oh yeah. This is happening, cowboy.” Grinning, Jen wiggled out of her shorts, then climbed on top of him wearing nothing but a skimpy black bra and matching bikini panties. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your days of being a prude are officially over.”
Chapter Six
A prude? Cash couldn’t wrap his brain around it. Here he was, trying to be honorable, trying to be a good friend, and the damn woman accused him of being a prude. Would a prude have come in her mouth the way he’d just done?
Christ, he was still kicking himself for that, but once she’d put her hands on him, his resolve had crumpled like a house of cards. He couldn’t remember ever coming that hard. His balls still tingled from that bone-melting climax, and now, with Jen straddling his lap, his dick hardened yet again, eager for another go.
You’ve already dug your grave, man.
Very true. Carson wouldn’t make a distinction between sex and a blowjob. Both would be equally unforgivable in the dude’s eyes.
So why was he still hesitating? He had a sexy woman in his lap, for fuck’s sake. A sexy woman who happened to be in her underwear. A sexy woman whose lips were swollen and moist from sucking him off. And her brother would kill Cash regardless, so why bother putting up a fight? Might as well take what he’d been dying to get his hands on for nearly a week now.