“Fuck yeah.” I let out a low groan as she continued to caress me. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to my erection, kissing me over the cotton that was stretched thin. Fuck, that was hot.
My jeans drooped lower on my hips, and she curled her fingers into the edge of my briefs and tugged them down as well, lower, lower, and then my dick sprang free, so close to her mouth, so hard the air brushing over it was painful. My skin tingled everywhere, my thighs and ass clenching.
Her fingers curved around my shaft and stroked. Her breath teased the crown and I groaned again, aching for more of her touch. I knew how good her mouth felt and I wanted to grab her head and thrust inside, but I let her take her time, her gaze focused admiringly on me, which was also hot as hell.
“Like what you see, babe?” I rasped out.
“Oh yeah. You know I do.” She stroked me again, and a drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip. She rubbed her thumb in a slow circle over it as her other hand delved between my thighs to cup my balls.
“Ah hell…” My head fell back, my jaw clenched. The backs of my thighs tingled, my balls growing tighter.
Finally she leaned in closer and licked me. Her little tongue stroked over the head, then all around, circling me. Need exploded in me, nearly taking my knees out. I gasped painfully.
Jesus. Watching her lips slide over my thick shaft was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. She lifted her long eyelashes to peer up at me, her hand wrapped around the base as her mouth glided up and down. Then she released me to grip my hips with both hands, using just her mouth. Her fingers dug into my flesh and heat blazed through my body, nearly razing me. My chest clenched and I slid my hands into her hair, holding her as gently as I could. My dick was so deep inside her it bumped the back of her throat and even though all I wanted to do was fuck her mouth, I pulled back. “Easy, baby. Don’t want to hurt your throat.”
She nodded, blinking rapidly. “It’s okay.” She licked her lips. “I want to do this.”
She took me into her mouth again, sucking, swirling her tongue around me until she was breathless. My dick slid over her wet lips and she dipped her head to lick the underside, then traced her tongue over my balls.
Christ. Another groan climbed up from my chest at this fiery ecstasy. Hot need burned over my skin. “Yeah. Suck me like that…feels so fucking good.” I sucked in air. “Your mouth is so hot.”
I pushed her sweater off her shoulders and down her arms. Beneath it she wore a tight camisole that outlined her tits, her nipples hard little points. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and I ran my hands up and down her bare arms.
My cock was on fire, my balls tortured. She caressed and licked and sucked, making sweet noises of enjoyment, while flames built at the base of my spine. When her teeth grazed my sensitive flesh, fire seared up my back. “Goddamn,” I gritted out.
“Sorry.”
“No, fuck no, I like it. Do it again…”
So carefully, she closed her teeth around my rigid shaft, and heat erupted, white hot, shooting from my balls. “Ah fuck, baby, sorry…” I had no time to warn her as I jetted onto her tongue, but she took it all, holding my shaft as I came in wrenching pulses.
I damn near wanted to cry it was so good, so fucking good. I dropped to my knees in front of her, laying my head in her lap, my hands clasping her waist. I gasped for oxygen, my heart hammering. She petted my hair, her fingers tunneling into it, teasing my scalp, tugging the short strands and making me shiver.
“The rest of the world will never know that your mouth is talented for more than just singing.”
She laughed softly, and I felt her bend down to kiss my head.
Chapter 17
Jordyn
FEBRUARY
Colts all the way, baby.
I frowned at my phone and Chase’s tweet. No way. Packers may be underdogs but they will win!
It was Super Bowl Sunday and Chase and I were going to a party later today being held by one of his teammates.
Care to make a small wager on that?
I smiled now. Sure. What are we betting? Excitement curled in my belly. What would Chase say?
We were keeping our relationship here in Chicago on the down low, even though we sometimes flirted on Twitter in public. People still speculated about us, but we’d managed to evade actual live scrutiny.
A song.
My eyebrows lifted. A song?
Yeah. A song about the Colts. If they win.
A surprised laugh burst from my lips. A song about a football team? WTF?
Why not? If you’re so confident your Packers will win…
Okay, you’re on.
He was crazy. But fun. And it was crazy tweeting at each other when he was going to be at my place soon.
I lowered my phone and let out a breath. I was nervous. Not about the game. I liked football, but neither team in the championship game was one I usually cheered for. I was nervous because I was meeting Chase’s friends today. And some wives and girlfriends.
It was kind of like I was a girlfriend. Eep.
I was indecisive about what to wear. What to bring. I had no clue what this party was going to be like. Chase had assured me it was totally casual and I didn’t have to bring anything, but you don’t go to a party empty-handed. What was appropriate? I’d never met any of these people.
I dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a loose wrap sweater in an oatmeal-colored knit. I had no idea if everyone would be wearing jerseys or team gear, but I didn’t have anything, so this would have to do. I grabbed my tan, low-heeled booties from my closet.
Facing the mirror, I studied my face. I didn’t go anywhere without eye makeup, but I’d kept it subtle, just some taupe shadow smudged around my eyes and a light coat of mascara. I slicked some pink gloss onto my lips.
The game didn’t start until five-thirty, but Chase was coming over around three. My stomach fluttered as I readied the bottle of wine and the herbed mixed nuts I’d picked up to take for Jenna, the wife of Chase’s teammate Andrew Ross, who was hosting the party. I even found my cellphone and keys and had them ready on the counter next to my purse so I wouldn’t have to run around looking for them when Chase arrived. I sucked in another breath, pressing a hand to my stomach.
I’d been to way more stressful social events than this…industry events, parties with major players in the music business, walking red carpets, for fuck’s sake, cameras flashing in front of me while I posed and tried to appear confident and carefree. Why was a Super Bowl party freaking me out?
I actually didn’t want to think too much about that.
Chase and I had spent lots of time talking on the phone, even Skyping, as he’d been away most of last week on a trip to Nashville, Vancouver, and Calgary. He’d arrived home very early this morning, having left Calgary right after the game last night, and I hadn’t actually seen him in person for a week.
So not only was I nervous about the party, I was excited to see him. I’d missed him. Dammit.
But I’d kept myself busy, using his apartment to work out, which felt good. I appreciated his offer so I didn’t have to go to a gym where someone might recognize me and start asking me questions about my voice.