When she finally grew still, sighing in pleasure, he kept going. Eased the pressure, slowed the tempo of his fingers. But his tongue stayed on her clit. Slow, fleeting licks and feather-light teases, until he felt her beginning to squirm again.
He snuck a peek at her face, floored by the flush on her cheeks, the hazy passion in her eyes. She lightly stroked his hair, bringing a shiver that scurried down his spine and tickled his balls. This was heaven. This was where he belonged, between Pepper Wilson’s thighs, with his lips on her pussy and her fingers in his hair.
“Goddamn it, I’m addicted to you,” he mumbled. A sense of urgency overtook him, spurring him to act, to plunge his fingers inside her again and lap at her clit like a man starved.
Pepper’s moans heated the room and vibrated in his body, and then she was clawing at his hair and moving her hips again, her voice bursting out in a desperate pant. “Oh God, Jack. I’m coming again.”
His laughter rumbled against her pussy as she trembled from another release. He licked until she went limp, her head falling back against the couch, eyes closing, arms dropping to her sides in a useless heap.
Rising to his feet, Jack reached for his belt buckle. “Open your eyes, baby. You’re not gonna want to miss this.”
Those eyelids cranked open, her glazed expression summoning another wave of pure satisfaction. Pepper’s gaze followed the movement of his fingers as he released the belt from the buckle. As he undid his pants, dragged his zipper down. Jack eased the denim down his hips, then reached inside his boxers and slowly withdrew his aching cock.
He arched a brow at her, fingers wrapping around his erection to give it a firm stroke. “Pepper, I’d like you to meet Big Jack. He’s real happy to see you.”
What he got in response was a…noise. Kind of like a snicker. It seemed to start at her toes, traveling all the way up until her lips curled into a full-out smile. She lay relaxed on the couch, and in spite of him standing there with his dick in his hand he had to smile in return.
She curled upward, and one hundred percent mischief flashed at him.
And then? She lost it.
Oh. My. God.
While it was impossible to control the first burst of amusement, she was damn proud that she managed to stifle all of the other things she wanted to say. Had to be the endorphins flooding through her system that were leaving her giddy and foolish and far too reckless.
The man’s tongue was magic. But…he’d named his penis.
Pepper snickered again.
Jack’s cocky stance adjusted slightly. “What?”
She pressed her lips together in an attempt to keep control, but it was impossible. “Big Ja—”
The word disintegrated into a jumble of noises as she pressed a hand over her mouth and looked away.
Beside her, the couch moved as the heavy weight of his body joined her.
“Pepper.” There was disapproval in his tone.
She would’ve given anything to be able to simply say his name. To taunt him back with that little repetition thing they seemed to have going, but all she could think was he’d named his penis. “Big Jaa-aa-ack.”
It was no use. Peals of laughter escaped. One after another. She finally wrapped her arms around her waist to try to get back under control. Her stomach hurt, and there were tears running down her cheeks. She chanced a glance to her left. Jack was staring at the ceiling, a look of infinite patience on his face, the rest of his…anticipation…muted.
Pepper felt guilty, or she would have, if she could stop laughing.
He leaned over her, one arm on either side of the back of the couch. “You’re pissing me off.”
“Sorry,” she squeaked, gasping for air. “And I apologize to Big Jack as well—”
She slapped her hands over her mouth again, desperate to stop. A moment of panic snuck in. She’d worried about being less experienced when maybe what she should have been worrying about was being considered too childish for Jack’s taste.
Laughing at his equipment certainly wasn’t a good way to make an impression, but God—
There was no way to stop.
“You’re impossible.” Strong arms snuck around her body, and Pepper found herself moving through the air as Jack carried her down the hall. She grabbed ahold of his shoulders gratefully, burying her face against his chest and letting her laughter fly in the hopes she could stop sometime before he got too annoyed.
She wasn’t sure where he was taking her. Bedroom, probably. Sure enough, when he pushed open a door, her quick peek revealed his king-sized bed, a deep burgundy quilt pulled military neat over its surface. The familiar sight helped dull her amusement. She drew another couple of gasping breaths to calm herself, careful to keep her gaze lowered to the floor in case meeting his eyes set her off again.
Jack lowered her to a cushioned surface—not the bed. She glanced down to find herself seated on the edge of an exercise bench. “Workout time?” she joked.