‘Would that change in a LaFerrari?’
Such a cheeky minx. ‘No.’ Her expression falters, and I feel bad for messing. Just a bit. I’ll make it up to her later. ‘Because it’s too tight for what I want to do to you.’
Chapter 22
JACK
‘This is a one-time thing,’ she rasps, her back hitting the just-closed front door.
‘Agreed.’ The word falls against her lips, chased by my mouth.
‘We’re just finishing… what we…started.’
My thumb runs over her clothed nipple, her body curving into my hand. I’ve been dying to touch these for so long. They’re perfectly sized – a handful. Any more is wasteful. I want them in my mouth. I pull her top off and, swelling over the rim of a lacy pink bra, they look even better than I imagined.
I scoop her into a fireman’s carry and make for my bedroom before my resolve crumbles and I fuck her on the living room floor. But to remind her I’m not a total gent, I dump her unceremoniously on the bed. As I tug my shirt off, small fingers begin pawing at the rim of my sweats. I reach to stop her but she smacks me away.
‘It’s your turn this time,’ she whispers, looking up at me with doe eyes. I note her repeated use of the word ‘turn’. Sex isn’t about turns, like we’re sharing a Magic 8 Ball.
Me going first isn’t how I usually like to play things, but who am I to deny her? My trousers fall to my feet and my boner’salready standing to attention. She’sbreathingon it through my boxers, and it’s almost too much. With the tips of her fingers, she strokes down its length. I can feel the sensation all the way to my toes.
‘Does that feel good?’ she asks, sliding to her knees on the floor.
This sight alone is a masterpiece. I’m about to answer when a whisper of nails drag up and down. My mouth’s robbed of speech, and I settle for balling my hands into fists at my sides.
She inches my boxers down slowly and my dick springs free. She sucks in a breath at the sight of it andoh my godshe’s doing everything right. I’ve never been more turned on as I watch her little pink tongue slip free and lick the very tip.
‘How about this?’ she says softly.
Before I can think about replying, she’s taken me in her mouth. I rest my hands on her head and feel her try and open up her throat to greedily fit as much of me as she can. She anchors the base of my dick as she alternates between sucking fast and slow, tender and savage. Shitting hell, she’s a fuckinganimal, devouring me like I’m her last meal. Everything in my body is molten as I hit the back of her throat again and again.
Could she not be bad atsomething? Lazy head, sloppy hand job – a little flaw to stop me pre-coming like I’m thirteen and have just discovered Babestation. It’s not fair. I’m not strong enough for this. My eyeline sticks to a shadow on the ceiling. I’m hanging on for dear life.
Then she squeezes my balls.
Fuck.
No.
Can’t.
Ahh.
I hook a hand under each arm and fling her on the bed. I’ve thought about this in detail for way too long, and it turns out myimagination isn’t a patch on the real thing. I seriously need to pace myself.
This short reprieve is exactly what I need. Before she can say anything, I’m tearing away her skirt and thong (itmatchesherbra. And it’slacytoo). This right here is my favourite sight of them all, and I sit back on my feet to drink her in. Normally so put-together, clean-cut, perfect – but now? Her lips are swollen from sucking my cock, finger-swept hair framing her face, arousal brightening her gorgeous blue eyes. I love that I made her so wild. It tugs at something carnal inside me.
‘It’s your turn,’ I say, caging her naked body below mine. Her nipples brush me with the rise and fall of her chest.
‘I had my turn in Italy.’
‘That’s not how this works.’ I kiss her and she burrows her fingers in my hair. Her nails scratch my skin and drag across the top of my neck, giving me goosebumps all over.
Before I get hooked, I start my descent. If this was a long-term thing, I could spend days exploring her incredible body. The sensitive parts, the ticklish parts, the unloved parts, the parts no one but me gets to see. As it happens, my course has to be pretty targeted.
‘But—’ she starts.
‘It’s always your turn,’ I say against her nipple, and suck hard.
