His tongue circled her clit at the same time his fingers found her nipples. She arched and cried out, suddenly, shockingly aware of how turned on she was, slick, her clit swollen. He licked her open, circled her clit until he found a rhythm and pressure that made her quiver, then pinched her nipples.
She came, back arched like the curve of a harp, shocked, sharp cries tearing from her throat. He licked her through it, then patted her belly gently and sat up. She opened her eyes to see him swipe his cupped hand over his mouth and jaw. His erection pressed against his boxer shorts, the fabric dark and wet in his opened fly. He paused, mid-swipe, and stared at her.
Dangerous. Powerful. Demanding. Orgasm usually left her satiated and loose, but her nerves still thrummed with desire.
“Get your clothes off,” she said, and scrambled backward, going for the condoms in the bedside table.
Denim rasped against hair-roughened legs; when she turned back to him, a condom packet in hand, he was kneeling on the bed, naked and hard. “Oh, God,” she said, and reached for him.
“Don’t even,” he said, and took the condom from her.
Ignoring him, she knee-walked forward until she could cup his balls and trace his hip bones while he rolled the condom down his shaft. She wriggled her shoulders, meaning to take the coat off, but he stopped her.
“Leave it,” he said, and wrapped his arm around her waist and twisted. They ended up with positions reversed, Jack on his back, Erin sprawled on top of him.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
He shifted over a little, lifting her as he did so she straddled him in the center of the bed. “Your turn to do the work,” he said, a little roughly. “Fuck. Look at you.”
She paused in the act of scooting back, blindly seeking his cock, and looked down at herself. Her skin was blotchy and red from her orgasm, with the marks from his stubble and teeth standing out against the fading sex flush. The curls at the top of her sex were damp from her juices and his mouth, and her hands extended from the too-big sleeves of the leather coat to brace against his shoulders. She looked like a train wreck, in all the best ways.
“So … fucking … hot,” he said distractedly as he shifted and lifted his hips in one movement.
She gasped when the blunt tip of his erection pushed against her, seeking entrance. He slid in, slick and easy, the stretch no less shocking than it was the first time they did this. She bit her lower lip and let her head fall back, inhaling a shuddering, pained breath.
“Breathe,” he said. “Fuck, sorry, fuck, exhale. Erin. Exhale.”
More helpfully he let his hips drop back to the bed, pulling out part way, leaving only the tip nestled in the sensitive flesh at her entrance. Air left her lungs the same way it came in, trembling like her arms. Tension seeped from her body, relaxing muscles; she eased down, taking him inside.
They both groaned as she enveloped him, inch by slow inch, his hard cock stretching her soft, slick inner walls, until her hips rested against his. His fingers twitched, tightening against her hips, then relaxing.
“Okay?” he asked after a long, humming moment passed. His voice was tight, and the single word sounded like it was forced out between clenched teeth.
She let her head fall forward, then opened her eyes. Her hair was stuck to her cheeks and lips, partially obscuring her vision, but she could see the dark red flush on his cheekbones, spreading across his chest. “Don’t move,” she whispered.
“No problem,” he said, his gaze roaming from her mouth to her body, shadowed by the enveloping coat. “If I move, it’ll be all over.”
She made an amused sound, the corners of her mouth lifting, but registered these signs of amusement with some distant part of her brain. Right now the rest of her focus was on the way his hip bones jutted against her inner thighs, the brush of coarse hair against her thighs and bottom, the sharp, electric pulses in her sex as her body adjusted to his. Her hands looked like they belonged to someone else, long slender fingers spread over a wall of chest muscle. Experimentally she flexed her fingers, watched white divots appear in his skin.
“Fuck. You keep looking at me like that and I’m done.”
“Close your eyes,” she said.
“No fucking way.”
“What about this?” she whispered, and sat back to shrug the coat from her shoulders to pool at her elbows.
At that his eyes slammed shut, and his hands tightened on her hips to the point of pain. She closed her own eyes and just felt the way his cock pulsed inside her as he fought for control, the murmured curses and what sounded like counting in another language. Eventually some of the tension seeped from his body.
“You’re a tease.”
She opened her eyes and smiled down at him. “Hardly.”