They stared at each other for a long second.
“I know you don’t know shit about me,” she whispered his words back at him. “But you need to understand I don’t cheat either. Ever. I flirt and I like to party, true, but I’m very aware of where the limits are. No one but the man I’m with touches me.”
Jack did know lots about her, but he said nothing, just nodded. Cupping his face, Elle brushed her lips with his, running her tongue along the seam of his mouth before sweetly kissing him.
“You taste like me,” she whispered.
“Does it bother you?”
She shook her head. “What surprises me is that it doesn’t seem to bother you. Men like you don’t strike me as enjoying eating *.”
“You’d be wrong, then. A man who doesn’t go down on his woman is not a man. He’s a moron who has no clue what he’s missing.”
“Amen.” She continued kissing him, slowly rubbing against his throbbing erection.
“You have a rather exhibitionist streak in you, pet.”
She giggled. “Yep, I’m discovering I have, but you’re the one who fucked me in a public gym and just lifted me to your lap.”
“Tinted windows.”
“Oh, in that case, after you ate my * and nailed me in a public gym, maybe it’s time I return the favor, and you know, suck your cock and fuck you in the car.”
Jesus Christ.
Her little hands reached for his zipper, but she didn’t get too far, because from the corner of his eye Jack saw the neighbor walking toward them with a thermos. He hoisted her up and got them out of the truck. “You are not sucking my cock with Mrs. Copernicus looking out the fucking window.”
Elle waved at the old lady and whispered to Jack, “I told you they take neighborhood watch very seriously.”
Once inside the house, Jack put her down and stared at her.
Under his gaze and with a wiseass smile on her face, she undressed and knelt in front of him, nuzzling his hard-on over his pants, those sweet little breaths of hers slamming against his cock.
He’d dreamed about this for-fucking-ever. Not sure he could survive it though.
She didn’t give him much choice, because before he could even gather his thoughts, she’d unzipped him and was licking his cock.
No matter how many times he’d dreamed about this, it didn’t even come close to the reality of having Elle at his feet, giving him head, her hands working his shaft while her mouth devilishly worked the crown, raking her teeth over his slit before taking him deep into her throat.
He was dressed and standing. She was naked, sucking his cock on her knees while he held her head, yet she was the one with all the power. And she knew it.
He forced her to let go of him and stand up.
“Hey!” she complained. “I was enjoying that.”
“I want to come inside you.”
“You would have,” she teased, making his erection jumped even more.
What she could do to him with just words should be illegal. It probably was too. “Offer yourself to me.”
She walked toward the table, sat on it, and slowly parted her legs, her fingers holding her * opened for him to see.
“You’re dripping wet,” he growled.
“Sucking you turned me on. Are you coming over, or do I have to take care of myself?” she asked mischievously, sliding two fingers inside her, shivering at the pleasure.
“I take care of my woman,” he said, walking to her, pulling her fingers out of her *, and licking them. Then he spread her wide, nudging the head of his cock against her swollen folds. At the contact, her entrance spasmed visibly. “You want me.”
She nodded.
“Watch us.”
She did, her eyes glassy, her lips red and puffy from giving him head, her * slowly yielding to him.
They fit perfectly. As small as she was, she wasn’t fragile. She took all of him and when he pulled out, she whimpered in protest, her core clenching, unwilling to let go.
“I love how you feel.” She reached for his cock while he was withdrawing from her and caressed him, raking her nails over his engorged veins. “Inside me and down my throat.”
He did too. Much more than he should. Much more than he was ready to admit.
He’d been the one ordering her to watch as he took her, but he hadn’t counted on the growing intimacy swirling around them, pressing at his chest, not letting him breathe. He plunged inside her, his piercing slamming against her clit, ripping a ragged moan out of her. Without giving her time to react, he set a hard tempo and proceeded to fuck the hell out of her while she grabbed the table, trying to withstand the onslaught, unable to keep the eye contact or talk anymore.
Now he could breathe again.
Nico scanned the gay bar and found his target, seemingly alone. Perfect.