“Easy, Legs.” He lapped at the fresh wetness he’d compelled with his touch. “I’ve got you.”
You want this, remember.
She loosened the vise-like grip on his shoulders and let him drag her back under, so deep this time that she didn’t resist when he touched her.
Instead, she pushed against his invading finger, savoring the first stretch and the friction as it sank deeper with everythrust, every lap of his tongue. One finger became two, teasing her with the promise of something stronger, more exquisite than she’d ever known.
She writhed against his mouth and hand, needing to reach that mysterious destination, wanting Avery to show her the way. “Please.”
His fingers curled, finding the infamous G-spot, and two things registered. She had one, and it actually worked.
But the storm wasn’t at all what she expected. It wasn’t the soothing rain of pleasure. She wasn’t floating on puffy white clouds. This orgasmic tempest was a violent explosion of white-hot bliss, a chaos of wildfire flooding through her in pulsing waves, carrying her onto a higher plane.
Breathless, she called his name.
Chapter Thirteen
Avery had been joking when he told Jo not to worry; it would fit. Now, as he fingerbanged her through her orgasm, he wasn’t so sure. He’d barely managed to double up. But Jesus Christ, he was brick-hard and needed inside her.
The pulsing contractions of her pussy lessened, and her thighs relaxed, giving up their death grip on his shoulders. He withdrew his fingers, lapped up the escaping juices, and licked his fingers clean, then took one last swipe across her little button.
A wispy gasp slipped past the roar of blood in his ears as the fingers in his hair tightened and her whole body shuddered. Long waves of auburn silk spilled over her shoulders and down her bowed back. Her tits jiggled, nipples hard, like little pink bullets. Dark sooty eyelashes fanned flushed cheeks, and a dusting of freckles dotted the bridge of her upturned nose.
Fucking beautiful.
He wiped the back of his sleeve across his chin and began kissing his way up her flat belly, intent on giving her more. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with satisfaction, fluttered open and met his. A smile played on her lips, soft and feminine and red from his kisses.
His gut tightened on a growl. While he liked the tough, take-no-shit side of Jo, he loved this seductively vulnerable side of her. “I could watch you come all day long.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered, pulling herself upright and drawing him closer with a tug on his hair until their lips crashed in a hungry kiss of tongue and teeth.
Fuck, he wanted her, but their options were limited. He wouldn’t take her on the dirty floor. Well, maybe he would, but the wall would work just fine.
With the need to fuck her driving him, Avery banded his arms around her and stood, taking her with him. The ladder wobbled and clattered onto its side. Her dress fluttered around them, clinging to her shoulders by its straps as he pushed her against the wall again.
Fucking her mouth with his tongue, he filled each hand with a tit, flicked her nipples, and ground his dick against her pussy, but that wasn’t enough to ease the pressure building in his balls.
As if reading his mind, she worked her hands between their bodies. The buckle of his belt gave, but she couldn’t get his zipper down. He broke the kiss and stepped back to unclasp his pants.
Jo slid to her knees. Looking up at him from under her lashes, she palmed his throbbing dick and licked her lips. “Let me.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Avery groaned and drove his fingers into her hair as the zipper released.
She yanked the tail of his shirt out of the way and shoved his pants, along with his boxers to his knees. Along with need, her fingers curled around the base of his dick, and she spared him a glance, her lips poised at the crown. He strained closer, anticipation churning in his nuts.
Her head swiveled toward the storeroom door. “Someone’s here.”
“I didn’t hear anything.” He applied a little pressure to the back of her head.
She pushed back and let go of his dick. “Did you lock the door?”
A whoosh, like a door closing. A faint footstep.
Motherfucker. What’s he doing back?
“It’s probably Linc.” He looked down at Jo’s plump, glistening lips and cursed as he zipped his pants. He hadn’t thought they’d be here much longer and certainly never expected her to want a run at third base so soon after his asshole behavior. If he had, he’d have locked the fucking door. “Stay where you are. I’ll get rid of him.”
“Jo?” The voice was light and airy and full of sunshine, cementing his feet to the floor. Definitely not Linc.
