“I’ll ease up. A little.” He laved her sore nipple with his tongue and she moaned at the sensation. She’d never gone for nipple play before, but his mouth and tongue were magic. He switched back to the other side, scraping his teeth across her sensitive skin. Bree let out another moan as the tingling in her nipples traveled down to her already throbbing clit. She dug her nails into his shoulders and undulated her hips trying to get more friction where she really wanted it.
“Patience. I’ll get there.” He moved his mouth down her stomach, leaving a trail of hot fire in his wake as his hands found the button of her shorts.
“Screw patience.” Bree continued to move her hips rhythmically.
Jase chuckled. “I’ve wanted these shorts off since you crawled into the cab.” He unzipped her shorts and pulled them down her hips and thighs, taking her panties with them. Bree kicked her legs free as soon as he gave her room. He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, forcing her legs apart. His hot breath blew across her clit before he flicked the tip of it with his tongue.
“Seriously?” Bree demanded in frustration. “I want to come.”
“Oh, you will. You’re going to come all over my face. Then you’re going to come all over my cock as I bury it deep inside this pretty pussy.”
“Oh my god.” She lifted her head to look down her body at him. Her core clenched at the sight of his head buried between her legs. “Are you going to fuck me or talk me to death?”
Jase looked up at her from his position between her thighs. “I’m going to find something more useful for that dirty mouth to do, you keep it up.” She watched as he extended his tongue, again barely touching the tip of her clit, never taking his gaze off her. Bree dropped her head back and rocked her hips, forcing the contact she wanted. Apparently, it was exactly what Jase wanted as well. He finally covered her sensitized pussy, flicking and circling his tongue around her clit. His short beard tickled the soft skin of her inner thighs, adding to the sensation of his mouth and tongue. Bree rode Jase’s face as she felt her orgasm gathering in her core.
“Oh god, right there, please don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
She bucked when Jase pushed two fingers into her, rotating them around and hooking them slightly as he retreated. Bree’s orgasm careened through her. She grabbed a handful of Jase’s hair and forced his mouth even closer. The other hand flew above her head using the wall to give her the leverage she needed. She couldn’t control her body’s response. Primal need had her rolling her hips. Her entire body shuddered when she felt his mouth leave her with one last, long lick.
Jase continued to fuck her with his fingers, drawing out her orgasm. Through hooded eyes, she saw him rip a condom wrapper with his teeth. Somehow he managed to sheath his cock before removing his fingers. Talk about talented. He lined up the head of his cock with her core and thrust forward in one hard move. He stretched and filled her with his thickness. She sucked in a quick breath. It was almost painful. If she hadn’t already come, been so wet, it might have hurt. Instead it just felt exquisite.
“Shit, you’re tight. And wet,” he ground out. “I can feel you pulsing around me. I need you to quit doing that, darlin’ or I’m not going to last very long.”
Bree was still breathing heavy. His thick cock entering her, stretching her, had set off a mini orgasm. She would have sworn the pulsing was him. “I don’t have any control over it at the moment since I think I’m still coming.”
“Well, let’s see if we can make sure you’re coming.” Jase rose up and sat back on his heels, pulling Bree’s legs over his thighs as he spread his knees slightly. Bree gasped at the angle. He grabbed her hips, retreated and thrust, hitting deep. Deeper than Bree had ever felt. Long, hard strokes; pulling almost all the way out before smoothly driving all the way back in.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re so fucking hot spread out like this. I’m not going to last long. Play with your tits. Pinch your nipples; make them hard.” Bree tugged at her nipples. “Yeah, just like that.” It was almost too much. She hovered at the brink of another orgasm. Again? Could she even?
“I’m close,” he warned. “I want you to come again.” Jase placed a thumb on the top of Bree’s clit, rubbing the nerve cluster of the hood.
“Oh shit.” Fingers dug into his thighs, using them to pull herself even harder on Jase’s cock as he drove into her. She threw back her head and let out a shout as her second full orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers and lips tingled, like he had zapped her with a bolt of electricity.
Jase shifted over her, bracing his hands on either side of her. Bree wrapped her legs high up on his hips. He growled as he thrust hard, no longer controlling the pace or speed of his movements. One final thrust and he shouted, burying himself deep. He collapsed forward, resting his head in the crook of her neck as his body shuddered. His hot mouth grazed the sensitive skin below her ear. Zaps of electricity continued to pulse through her body, keeping time with her heartbeat. Or his throbbing erection, she wasn’t sure which. Bree ran her hands through his hair, unable to even open her eyes.
All too soon, Jase lifted his head to look at Bree. “Need to get rid of the condom, babe.”
“Mmkay,” Bree mumbled. She moaned a little when he pulled out. He licked the valley between her breasts and pushed himself off the bed. She gave a small groan, rolled to her side, and fluffed the pillow under her head. She was almost asleep when she felt Jase get back in the bed and pull her close.
The dull throb in her skull woke her. She burrowed her head further into her pillow. Why were her sheets so scratchy? She cracked open an eye, then lifted her aching head to stare at the plain blue fabric under her face. These were not her sheets. She turned her head and saw Jase’s muscular, naked body sprawled on his stomach next to her.
The previous night came rushing back to her.Shit. This is going to be awkward.When was the last time she’d had a one-night stand? Crap, she’d still been an airman on her first tour in the Air Force. She peeked at her watch - just after six in the morning.Stupid internal alarm clock, it’s the weekend.
She glanced at Jase again. He really was mouthwatering. His arms were tucked under the pillow and his head turned away from her. The sheet rested in the small of his back, exposing the wide expanse of his back and the tattoos covering it. Even asleep, he was ripped. A slight variation in the tan line on his arms and neck suggested he spent a lot of time outdoors, with and without a shirt. Did he say what he did last night? She couldn’t remember. The lust fog must have been really thick.
She hovered a finger over a quote tattooed on the left side of his ribs.For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother. She smiled. Shakespeare. Henry V. The top and edge of a battlefield cross, a rifle set in a pair of combat boots topped with a helmet, was visible on his left shoulder. She bit her lip. She’d seen that one too many times in real life. His entire upper back was covered with a large gray-and-black mural depicting scenes from a modern-day battle. Beautiful, almost photo quality. She frowned as she ran her finger along a two-inch jagged scar just under the mural.
Jase stirred slightly, adjusted his head on the pillow and let out a small sigh. She jerked her hand back and held her breath. She shifted on the bed, sliding toward the edge and hopefully to her clothes. Jase had thrown them all over his head after he’d gotten them off her. She clenched her thighs together when she remembered Jase stripping her. Maybe she should stick around and see if he was up for another round. No, that would lead to the awkward stage of pretending what happened wasn’t a one-nighter. Better to go while he was still asleep and avoid the whole cliché.
Bree gathered her clothes from the floor and got dressed. She checked her shorts pocket where she found her debit card and phone still in the back pocket. She pulled up a taxi app and ordered a pickup. She sent a silent thanks to the inventor of the GPS because she had no idea where she was. She eased the bedroom door open and tiptoed down the short hall into the living room. Her flip-flops and keys were still where she’d left them.
“Don’t do it.” A deep voice came from the couch.
Bree jumped, barely holding back a small scream.
“Son of a biscuit,” she hissed. She glanced over to see a guy stretched out on the couch, covered by a plaid blanket, his eyes closed. He looked familiar. Was he at the bar last night? He hadn’t been with their group, she knew that much.
“Don’t do what?” she whispered.
