I knew good dick when I saw it and that was it. The shaking, the goose bumps, they only intensified.
"On top?" JJ produced a condom from a nightstand drawer and ripped it open. "You're sure about that?"
I didn't respond until he'd rolled the condom down his length. "Very sure."
A noise sounded in his throat, like a husky hiss or a growl. "Brooke."
I couldn't stop staring at his cock. I hadn't looked away since it'd appeared. "Mmhmm?"
"Close your mouth, sweetheart, unless that's where you want me putting this."
I glanced up as he joined me on the bed. "Could you talk less? Your cock looks bigger when you're quiet."
JJ twisted his fingers around the side of my panties and jerked me down into his lap. I landed with his face in my cleavage and his other hand on my ass. He closed his teeth around the side of my breast, bit down hard enough to soak my panties. A moan slipped past my lips and a tremor moved down my spine as he rocked against my core.
"If you wanted a taste of my tits, you could've asked."
Another bite, another growl. "Are you taking this bra off? It tastes like fabric softener."
I braced my hands on his shoulders and straddled his lap. I shook my head. "Can't see why I should."
"How about the fact I've barely touched you and there's a decent chance you came from that alone." He drew his index finger along the leg of my panties, slowing to drag his thumb through the wet. "Push these out of the way or whatever the hell you're doing."
I kept one hand on his shoulder and my gaze on his face while I edged my panties to the side. "I sincerely hope you know how to use that thing."
As he thrust inside me and ripped a gasp from my lips, he met my gaze with a smug grin. I would've told him where to shove that grin, but I was stuffed speechless. There was so much dick inside me, I wasn't certain I could properly inhale. I flattened both hands on his chest to hold myself still while I adjusted to him. It was a sharp, stinging reminder that sex toys weren't the same as the real thing. They just weren't.
"What'd I tell you about closing that mouth, sweetheart?"
At least sex toys didn't have an obnoxious comment for everything.
"If you think your dick is getting anywhere near my mouth, we need to get you medical attention because you're suffering from delusions." I rocked forward and back several times as I tried to find a rhythm that didn't feel like it would end with a broken vagina. "Just be quiet and let me get comfortable. I need a minute. Okay?"
All I'd wanted was to resurrect my orgasm and look what it got me. If I was going to crack my vagina in half, I would've thought it'd happen with one of the vibrators that didn't concern itself with anatomical correctness, not the mouthy barkeep.
"Yeah. Okay." JJ tucked my hair behind my ears and held my face in his hands. "There's no rush, Brooke."
He ran his hands down my spine, moving his fingers in slow circles. It helped. I didn't know how, but it did. As the seconds ticked by, he started rolling his hips in tiny waves that matched the soothing pressure on my back. With each rise and fall, my body relaxed—and tightened.
"That's good, that's good." I dragged my tongue over my lips as I sank all the way down on his cock and moved with him. "Yeah, good, that's—yes."
He smiled up at me, nodding. "This is what you want?"
I didn't answer. I was busy finding my way, learning his body. And answering while impaled on someone's rolling-pin cock usually meant showing some vulnerability. I wasn't here for that.
"Brooke." He closed his eyes, turned his head to the side. Murmured and moaned into the pillow. "Fuck, Brooke. What am I allowed to do?"
This would've been better if we didn't talk. I wasn't here for that either. I needed to remind my body what sex was all about, realign my orgasm settings, and get back to my life. I would've been able to do all of that if JJ didn't insist on reminding me it washisdick I was riding.
"What is it you want to know, Jed? And what kind of question is that?"
He moved his hands from the small of my back and yanked my ass cheeks apart, forcing himself deeper inside me and ripping a gasp from my lips. This was officially more than I'd bargained for.
"I want to know what I'm allowed to do," he gritted out as he dragged a pair of fingers to my clit. "Am I allowed to touch you here?" With his other hand, he brushed his knuckles down my backside. "What about here? Can I have this?"
I stared down at him, blinking. His jaw was locked and the tendons in his neck pulled taut. Under my hands, his chest and shoulders felt like granite.
He abandoned my ass to cup a breast. "What about here? Can I suck you, pinch you, bite you?"
