“Later. I’m trying to properly thank you for what you did with Brendan.”
She gave him a little push so that he lay on his back, then dipped her head and kissed the hollow of his throat. When she felt his pulse hammering beneath her lips, she smiled. God, it was so liberating knowing she affected him as much as he affected her, that her kisses excited him, made his heart race. As excitement quickened her own pulse, she roamed the spectacular expanse of Cash’s chest with her hands, tracing each hard ridge, gliding over every inch of smooth, tanned skin.
When she circled his nipple with her tongue, a husky sound escaped his lips. “That feels good,” he mumbled.
“Yeah?” Intrigued, she kissed her way to his other nipple and flicked her tongue over the flat brown disk. It stiffened, and Cash moaned again.
She hid a smile, enjoying having him at her mercy. Loving the way his chest muscles rippled beneath her touch. She kissed a path down to his abs, then rubbed her cheek over that tight six-pack like a contented cat. The man was all muscle, all raw power and masculinity. She skimmed her fingertips over those delicious abdominal muscles before dipping down to the waistband of his cargo pants.
Unzipping him, she eased the pants down his long, muscular legs. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, and his erection sprang up to greet her, long and thick, a glistening drop pooling at the tip.
Jen practically purred with pleasure. “I could probably come just from looking at you.”
Male arrogance hung from his voice. “You like looking at my cock that much, huh?”
“God, yes.” She swallowed. “I wish I was as good at dirty talk as you. I’d tell you all the naughty things I want to do to you, how hot you make me, how badly I want you.”
“Damn, that’s something I definitely want to hear. Come on, baby, talk dirty to me.”
Ribbons of heat uncurled inside her, spreading to every erogenous zone in her body. “I want to lick you,” she choked out. “I want to suck on the head of your cock and feel you pulsing against my tongue.”
He made a growling noise. “Do it then.”
As her heart pounded at triple speed, she lowered her head and licked his shaft from root to tip. The heady, musky taste of him suffused her senses and made her head spin. She encircled him with her fingers and pumped slowly, continuing to lavish him with long swipes of her tongue before closing her lips around him and sucking hard. Sure enough, she felt the blood pooled in his engorged head pulsing on her tongue.
“What else?” he said in a raspy voice that made her shiver. “What else do you want to do to me?”
“Ride you. I want to ride you.”
A strangled noise left his lips. “Do it.”
Trembling wildly, she released his cock and climbed onto the couch. Rather than straddle him, she scrambled up his body and positioned her knees at either side of his head so that her aching core hovered over his face. “I want your tongue on me,” she said huskily.
Cash didn’t hesitate. His tongue swiftly connected with her clit, spearing that swollen bud with absolute precision.
Jen cried out in delight and grabbed onto the arm of the couch to steady herself. The satisfied growling sounds Cash made as he licked her teased her hypersensitive nerve endings. He feasted on her like a starving man, his strong hands digging into her ass, and she ground into his face with complete abandon. She should’ve been embarrassed by her obvious excitement, the all-consuming desperation, but her brain became a black hole void of all thought, any sense of decency forgotten. All she knew was that she had to come. Needed it, the way she needed oxygen and sustenance.
But just as the orgasm rose to the surface, just as her muscles turned to limp noodles and her pulse grew erratic, she managed to wrench herself away from that talented tongue and stave off the release.
Breathing hard, she clambered off him and flung an arm in the direction of the coffee table. They’d formed a habit of leaving condoms all over the apartment in the event that a crazy case of lust overtook them, which seemed to happen often. She’d tucked a condom underneath the Sports Illustrated magazine on the table and her fingers shook as she grabbed the square packet. Somehow she managed to tear it open and roll the latex onto his erection, and then she sat astride him, her breaths coming out shallow.
“I should warn you, I’m going to explode the second you’re in me.”
“I look forward to it,” he said solemnly.
Sucking in a burst of air, Jen sank onto that thick, hard cock.
She hadn’t been kidding. Pleasure blasted through her the moment he filled her, her inner muscles clenching even as they stretched to accommodate him. The orgasm sent her soaring into sheer oblivion. Gasping, she collapsed on his chest, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm as she rode out the release.