Jackpot.
He reaches down, wrapping a hand around his marvelous cock as he strokes from base to tip, and I soak in the sight of him. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his eyes never stopping their perusal of my body.
I lick my lips, and he takes a step back, pausing his motions to grab a condom from his wallet before letting the rest of his clothes fall to his feet. Desperate to taste him, to stop the foreplay and get on with the fucking show, I lean forward to take him into my palm when he stops me.
“Get on your knees.”
Fuck me.
Looks like I’m getting serious Jim tonight.
I shuffle off the bed, my knees hitting the rough carpet with a thud as both hands come up to shove his hands away. I resume his smooth rhythm, stroking him as he grunts, his hands finding their place in my hair.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “So eager. You’ve been desperate to taste my cock, haven’t you, baby.”
Yes, but like hell I’d ever admit that. Instead I smile up at him, planting a kiss to the tip of his cock, hearing him hiss as his head falls back.
Taking that as my invite, I relax my jaw, darting my tongue out to lick a line from his shaft to the tip before opening my mouth to take him all the way in. His grunts and heavy exhales spur me on, and I take my time moving my fist and mouth intandem, wanting so badly to make this man break. I nearly gag when I take him in all the way, barely fitting him into my mouth. He hisses at the motion, and when I look up to steal a glance at his face, I find his gaze locked on me.
His mouth is parted, puffy bottom lip hanging open, chest heaving as he watches with admiration. Deft hands carefully gather my hair up in a makeshift pony, and he flexes his hips, rocking into my mouth.
I move one hand up, brushing a palm over his abs. My god. I never realized how truly sexy he is. I knew he was strong. Fit. I know he spends time at the gym. He and Ryan are constantly working out, playing basketball, or sparring. Whatever they do, it's worth it. Even in the darkness of the room, all the hard muscles and sculpted planes of his body still shine.
A hand comes around to cup the back of my head, gently increasing the pace. I bob, focusing my sole attention on him, on his grunts, his pants, wanting to unleash a side of him he hasn’t shown me yet.
I’m startled when he abruptly pulls out of my mouth to grip me by the biceps, hauling me to our feet and crashing our mouths together.
I release a sharp inhale the moment his lips find mine. Reaching my hands up, I rake my fingers through the sides of his hair, gripping tightly, needing some sort of foundation to hold onto. Our first kiss shouldn’t floor me, considering I just had his dick in my mouth, but it does. I learned a long time ago that a man can have a nice dick and offer a decent time, but the entire night will be ruined if he’s a terrible kisser. That’s definitely not the case with Jim.
He holds the kiss, only pulling away briefly to adjust his head, and then his hands are roaming my body, squeezing, searching, touching me everywhere until they fall down and cup my round ass.
I lift a leg, feeling feverish, needy, wanting to rub myself against him to release the pressure that’s building up.
“Greedy girl.” He grumbles, his voice a rich baritone to my ears. He nips at my lower lip, gripping me tightly to lift my body up. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding tight, shocked as hell that he can hold my full weight so easily. He lays us down on the bed and we sink into the plush comforter once more. The fabric crinkles against my ears as he adjusts, laying us in the middle and using one of his muscular thighs to spread my legs apart.
It’s only then that he breaks contact with my mouth, pulling back and sitting up on his knees, taking in my naked and flushed body in front of him.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about your tits,” he says, reaching his hands up to palm my full breasts. He rolls a nipple between his fingers, pinching. “What they’d look like, feel like. I want to come all over them.”
His words spark lightning in my chest, and I arch my back, pushing my breasts further into his hands. “Maybe if you play your cards right, I’ll let you.”
His laugh rumbles against my skin as his mouth comes down on me, licking a nipple and nipping the underside of my breast as he works his way down to my core. “Maybe?” He bites my hip hard, and I gasp.
“You heard me.” I swallow thickly, hands finding his hair again. “Maybe.”
“I like when you try to boss me around. That fucking attitude you carry has me aching to bend you over and spank your perfect ass.”
My body flushes, both from his words and the prospect of him being man enough to spank me. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
His mouth continues its tortuous path down my body, hands hooking under each side of my panties. His knuckles graze back and forth across my hips as he places an open mouth kiss directly over where I’m soaked.
I let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the contact, and he chuckles.
He tugs my underwear down my thighs, and before they clear my knees, I hear the tearing of fabric.
I don’t have time to yell at him for ruining another article of clothing because his mouth is back, sweeping a long lick up my pussy to land over my clit. He groans, a painful, guttural sound. “I could eat this pussy every damn day and it’d never be enough.”
Oh God. I moan in response, becoming putty in his hands, wishing there was a world where that was true. Every taught muscle in my body comes undone as his marvelous mouth takes control. He sucks me between his teeth, adding just enough pressure to have me squealing before he releases me, flattening his tongue to soothe the area. He murmurs my name against my skin, and the rush of energy inside my core grows with each stroke of his tongue until I’m wiggling, squirming under his touch and panting his name.
