Oh, I liked where Jack was headed. I obeyed, and he fired some spit into my mouth, tasting myself there more than anything. Then he kissed me, hard. “You taste like you can’t wait.”
“I’ll prove it to you, brat.” I fisted his hair and shoved his face to my inner thigh as he hissed. “Kiss anywhere but my pussy.”
Jack kissed my inner thighs, my stomach, the crease of my hip, and close to my ass, but to his credit, he didn’t disobey. He crept closer and closer, but I kept using my hand to keep him from getting to my center.
He huffed. “Fuck, Mara, isn’t that enough? Let me have it.”
I cocked my head to the side. “What was it you wanted again?”
Jack’s nostrils flared, sighing like I was the most frustrating human in America. “Let me eat your fucking cunt, Mara.”
“Please,” I baited him.
He pinched his lips into a line and snorted. “Please let me eat your fucking cunt.”
I laughed, low and dark, kicking my leg up and over his shoulder. “I knew you’d beg.”
His jaw fell open, looking like I’d betrayed and tricked him in the worst way. Because I had and I was quite pleased with myself. “Fuck you.”
I traced my thumb over his bottom lip, serving him a smug grin. “Yeah, you’re going to fuck me with this filthy mouth.”
He stood all the way up, grasping the back of my head while almost shaking with rage. “I am so fucking sick of you already.”
“Liar,” I whispered before he slammed his mouth into mine. Our kiss was almost painful, teeth and tongue and bites and groans. “Go get it, Jack. You know you want it.”
He snarled. “Only because I need to make you shut the fuck up for a second.”
I put a coy hand over my mouth to indicate my silence, and he pulled my thighs closer to the edge of the counter. Then, his mouth latched onto me as his tongue took a long stroke up my center.
“You sure you want me to be quiet?” I purred. “Because that feels so good.”
He pulled away, spitting on my pussy. “That’s not what I meant. Can’t you just moan like a normal person?” He lifted his hand and pushed a single finger into my face. “Stop running your goddamn mouth, put your feet on my shoulders, and come on my fucking tongue.”
I stroked my fingers through his hair. “It’s cute you think you’re in charge.”
He growled and buried his face in me again. He really made it too easy. All I had to do was deprive him the tiniest bit and he got ungodly wound up. If you told him not to touch the red button, he’d look you in the eye as he smashed his hand on it, probably hurting himself in the process.
Such a brat.
His tongue was almost punishing, flicking over my clit like he wanted to break it. I tousled his hair in my hand, gazing down at him. It’s like he considered eating me out an act of defiance, proving something, who knows what?
But that determination translated into a fiery pleasure licking up my spine. He barred one arm across my hips to keep me from squirming. All it did was keep me from levitating, ascending somewhere clear off the counter.
“Fuck, Jack, it’s so good. I’m so close.”
His muffled moan was soon met by the insertion of his finger, curling inside me where he worked. His curls were silky against my palms, my stomach crunched up with my head dropped back. I didn’t have any more sassy comebacks and snarky words. I rocked my hips and ground against his mouth, chasing my pleasure. My ears rang and my heart pounded, euphoria flooding my body as I surrendered.
“Fuck,” I whispered from a dry throat. “You did so good.”
He ran a hand over his soaked beard. “Really? Couldn’t tell.”
I shook my head and laughed, cupping his jaw to kiss him. “Thank you,” I breathed.
He smirked, bracing his hands on either side of me. “Told you I’d take care of you.”
Our kisses were slow and sensual, my taste covering his lips and my mess on my countertop. “What about you? Didn’t we decide I’m taking care of you too?”
“I don’t need anything,” he said, stepping back.
