“God, yes, I like that. Do it harder.”
He liked that she could get into a little pain, that he didn’t have to treat her like a fragile flower. His cock felt like throbbing steel as he tightened his grip on her nipples. He pulled and tweaked them until she gasped.
Jenna grasped her breasts and tugged her bottom lip with her teeth. She rocked her * against his cock.
“Can you get yourself off that way?” he asked.
“Probably.”
“Do it. I want to watch.”
She surged forward, then back, sliding her wet * against his shaft. He caught teasing glimpses of her tiny piercing, felt it when she seesawed back and forth over his raging hard-on.
The muscles of her thighs worked as she pitched forward, then leaned back, using his cock to pleasure herself. And when she reached down to rub her clit, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
He held on to her and leaned forward, grabbing the condom from his pants. He tore open the wrapper, and Jenna scooted back while he put it on in record time.
She lifted, then impaled herself on his cock, crying out when he was fully buried inside her.
His cock jerked as she surrounded him, squeezing him with tiny pulses.
“I’m so ready to come,” she said, panting heavily. She leaned back, resting her hands on his thighs. “Finish me off, then fuck me hard.”
He moistened his fingers with her juices and rubbed his fingers over her clit.
“Oh, right there.” She met his gaze full on as he pumped into her and massaged the hard bud. “Yes, that’s going to make me come, Ty.”
He felt the contractions of her orgasm grip him in a tight vise. She moaned, then rode him hard as she came, throwing herself forward, lifting and slamming down on his cock.
Watching her come was magic. She went on full force, going from one peak to the next. He thrust deep with all he had until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He wrapped his arms around her and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it deeply as he climaxed with a hard groan. Jenna threaded her fingers into his hair and held on tight while he jettisoned his come with a shudder and a groan.
He licked her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, loving the vibration of her contented hum as they settled. He fell back against the sofa and she brushed his hair away from his forehead.
Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples swollen. The aftermath of sex with her was always fun. She wasn’t shy about her body or about sex, likely why he enjoyed being with her.
“I’m hungry again,” she said.
“There’s leftover pizza.”
She nodded. “I love cold pizza.”
He slapped her on the butt. “Me, too.”
She climbed off him. “Good. You’ll need the protein, because I’ll be ready for another round soon.”
“Insatiable, are you?”
She reached for her clothes and headed toward the bathroom. “You have no idea.”
THIRTEEN
JENNA DIDN’T NORMALLY CONSIDER HERSELF SEX-starved.
Oh, she loved sex, craved a good orgasm, but it was rare to find a guy who was her equal in bed.
She knew she was going to have a problem with Ty. Not only was he fun to be around, he was a sexual dynamo. He gave her everything she wanted, and then some. He wasn’t needy, wimpy, metrosexual, or submissive. Surprisingly, a lot of men were. She didn’t want to take charge in bed. She didn’t mind on occasion, but she wanted a man who knew what he was doing with his cock. Ty definitely knew what to do with it. She got hot flashes just thinking about what he did with his cock. And his hands. And his mouth. Damn.
He also didn’t fish for compliments about his sexual prowess—unsurprisingly, a lot of men did that, too. He seemed content to have sex with her and obviously enjoyed the hell out of it, just like she did. And not once did he ask her if it had been okay for her, or if he’d been good enough. He’d just assumed he’d rocked her world, which he had. She’d clearly given him evidence of that.
They made a good pair, and didn’t that just suck, because her intent was to wring as much pleasure as she could out of him, then when she got tired of the game, dump him.
That sounded awful, but hell, men did it all the time. Why couldn’t she?
Except he was sprawled on the floor in front of her sofa. They’d eaten pizza, had sex again, and now they were watching another movie. Ty seemed content to drink a soda and spend the night just hanging out with her. He’d made no demands other than on her body, which was sore in all the right places.
She’d had a great night, and she wasn’t done with him by a long shot.
The movie ended and he tilted his head back. “Did you like that one?”
She had. And so had he. He had a great laugh and even reached up to grab her hand during the emotional, weepy part when he’d heard her sniffling. And—bonus—he hadn’t made fun of her. There was a lot to be said for a man who supported a woman who cried at the sad parts of movies.