Most chicks can’t wait to crawl all over my back, dry-humping my ink in some kind of sex-crazed Bastards worship. Jas has never beenmost chicks, but I guess I expected her to admire my back tat, since she took off before Cade finished it.
“Do you need some help?” She’s on her knees before I know it, unzipping my jeans and pushing them over my hips. “I love when you go commando.”
“Open your mouth,” I growl as I plunge my hands through her gorgeous hair. Instead of obeying, she lets out a huff of laughter, her warm breath teasing my cock. She clasps my ass and tilts her head so she’s looking up at me.
“Okay.” She opens her mouth, still looking at me, and a desperate groan burns my throat.
“You want me to draw you a fucking picture?” I thrust my hips forward, and she pillows my dick with her cheek. It’s not funny, but I give a choked laugh anyway. “You’re pushing your luck here, babe.”
“If you want me to stop, just let me know.” Her fingers play with my ass and thighs, and her face cradles my junk. “Can’t make any promises, though.”
This is crazy. When chicks go down on me, they don’t give me sass. They fill their mouths with my dick, and that’s the way I’ve always liked it.
And this is the best damnnon-headI’ve gotten in my life. That’s fucking insane as well, and there’s no reason why she should look so hot and sexy in that plain bathrobe that hides everything, but this is Jas and none of the usual rules ever applied with her.
She doesn’t wait for my response. Not that I’m capable of giving her one that makes sense. Instead she brushes hot little kisses over my groin, her face pushing my dick out of her way, and I couldn’t answer her now if my life depended on it.
Her wet tongue licks along my length, and my fingers tighten in her hair. It’d be so easy to fuck her sweet, sassy mouth. My eyes screw shut, but that’s no good. I want to watch her because, goddamn, seeing her fooling around is better than anything I’ve had for years.
She cups my balls and twirls her finger behind my sac, and I let out a tortured groan. Her lips and tongue drive me crazy, but not once does she come close to sucking me inside her tempting mouth.
I’ll blow my load if she keeps this up. I grit my teeth and haul her to her feet, and the knowing smile on her face tips me right over the edge.
“Get this fucking thing off.” I grab her belt and pull at the robe. All I can think about is bending her over the couch and screwing her until she can’t walk straight.
She rolls her shoulders, and the robe drops to the floor. She’s not naked, but the sexy green top and thong more than make up for it.
“You like?” She plants her hands on her hips and gives a little wiggle. My gaze fastens on the way her nipples poke against the lace, begging to be sucked.
“Yeah.” My voice is hoarse. “You should wear this all the time.” I grasp her wrist and turn her around. Christ. My mouth dries. The lace hugs her waist and shapes the small of her back, giving me a perfect view of her naked ass.
I trace the narrow band of the thong that dips between her butt cheeks, and she shivers and looks over her shoulder at me. “Maybe I will.”
The image of her wearing this for some other guy blazes through me, and I don’t fucking like it. I twist a length of her hair around my fist and graze my jaw against her face. A crazy demand thumps inside my head.I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.
Until Friday.
Five more nights. Then it won’t matter, and I won’t care, but right now that doesn’t cool the possessive rage scorching my reason.
I nibble kisses along her jaw and throat, tasting her flesh, and her breathy sighs are all I can hear. She melts into me, her skin warm and soft against my burning cock, and I suck hard, marking her.Mine.
“God, Ty.” Her voice is slurred. “Really…?” It’s a question but she doesn’t expect an answer. So what if I haven’t given hickeys for years. Never wanted to after she left.
I lift her hair higher, exposing the back of her neck, and trail more kisses down her nape and across her shoulders. She shivers and moans, wriggling her ass, and digs her nails into my thighs. I wrap my other arm around her and glide my hand over her hip and waist. Her warm curves blow my mind, but the silk and lace take it to a whole new level. I cup her tit, loving the way she fills my palm, and my thumb plays with her erect nipple. Her head falls back against my shoulder, and her gaze locks with mine.
Her eyes are dark with lust, but I want more. I release her hair and slide my fingers between her thighs and tug her thong aside, teasing her wet pussy and swollen clit until she can’t keep still.
“You want something?” My voice is hoarse, and I dip a finger inside her wet slit.I sure as hell know what I want.
“Yes. You.” She presses her palm against my cock. “Always you…”
There’re so many smart answers to that. I can’t think of one. Don’t want to. All I need is right here. I bend her over the arm of the couch, and her lacy lingerie frames her cute ass as though she’s a sweet candy just for me.
I want to sink into her tight little pussy and bang her until she screams my name.For Christ’s sake.I don’t need her to scream anything, but still the image burns into my mind, shredding my control. Somehow, I drag on protection—not screwing up again—grasp her hips and thrust inside.
Her fingers clutch a cushion, and her hair is a tangled mess spread over her face and down her back. Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth open, and her harsh gasps fill my head.
Need to slow down.But she’s so fucking hot, pinned to the couch. A raw groan sears my throat, and it’s impossible to hold back any longer.
