I suck in a sharp breath.Is she?“You’re not…you’re not talking about food, are you?”
“Nope,” she says, popping the p.
Holy fucking fuck balls, this woman. “You mean eating,with my mouth, on your?—”
She sits up as she grabs my hand, running it down her body down to where our hips meet. “Your mouth right. Fucking. Here,” she says, pressing my fingers between her legs.
“Fuuuck, Kenni.” I dart my eyes from our hands back to meet her gaze. “Are you sure?”
“Do I feelunsure,pretty-boy? When I want something, I ask for it. You’ve mastered fingering me. Graduated with honors, infact. And now?” She leans back, pulling her shirt off and tossing it onto the floor.She’s not wearing a bra.With no bra on, her tits are on full display. Right in my face.I want to kiss every freckle across her chest. I want to feel her shake underneath me. I want—Shit.I’m gonna come in my fucking pants again if I don’t calm down.Maple syrup. Demonic bears. Pucks to the face.
“It’s time to test your skills elsewhere. I want to feel your tongue on me. And once you’ve made me come, I’m gonna put my tongue on you and make you do the same. Unless…”
“Nope. Allllll good here. Give me the cap and gown, play the fucking pomp and circumstance, ’cause I’m ready to graduate,” I choke out, convinced that if I don’t get to say them, I’ll lose my ticket to heaven.
“You know your safe word if you need it?”
I nod. “I don’t need to eat frites tonight. Just you.”
She jerks her head back, her mouth agape. “Jordan Boucher, look at you with the dirty talk.”
A smirk crawls up my face. “I thought about that line the first night I picked my safe word; I’ve been waiting to drop that one on you.”
She laughs, and dear God, the sound goes straight to my heart, healing just a bit more of what I thought was cracked beyond repair.I want her. I want this. I want—oh fuck it.The alpha male biker bro invades my body again as I flip her onto her back in one swift move. I kiss her, our tongues colliding as she runs her fingers through my hair.
Her hands tangle in the damp strands, her strength keeping me from the euphoria of her lips. “Slide my pants down, take off my panties, and get between my legs, pretty-boy.”
Heat crawls through my stomach as I shift between her thighs. The way she tells me what to do tugs something sharp and low through my body. My dick has achieved full lift off,my pants so fucking tight I see stars, as she lifts her hips to help me remove her clothes. I slowly drag them down her legs, goosebumps spreading like wildfire across her skin. I gently set everything to the side, kissing back up her mouthwatering legs toward her goddamn gorgeous pussy.
“Does this feel good?” I flip my eyes to meet hers, hesitation tightening in my chest.
“Jordan, you areannoyinglygood at everything you do. Be the confident motherfucker you are in every other area of your life and go down on me like you haven’t eaten a meal in a goddamn week. I promise…your mouth on me isnevergoing to feel bad. Spread me open and put your tongue on me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Fucking hell.“Yes, Coach.” My hands shake, not from nervousness, but in eager anticipation of fucking tasting the woman I’ve wanted for so long, of making her feel good. I slide one arm under her thigh, carefully spreading her legs apart. My breath hitches as I stare at the wonderland before me.Kennedy Kramer believes in me.There’s no more questioning. No more doubt. No more hesitation as I slide my tongue along her soaking wet slit. She tastes like my every hope and dream, and I nearly explode with how fucking good it is. She moans, the rumble vibrating through her body as she writhes against my face.
My hips buck, my length begging for attention. Begging for my hand.But this isn’t about me, this is about her.I adjust slightly, paying attention to every cue she gives. She bows off the bed, and I take that as a hint to use more pressure. She relaxes, and I explore more of her, trying to find that spot. Her spot. The one that sends her over the edge when I find it with my fingers.I wonder if my tongue gives enough pressure.
“JJ,” she pants, “just a little more to the left and a little more pressure—oh my God. There! Right there.” She can barelybreathe, her gasps hoarse with pleasure, and I file the moment away. Her response lifts something in my chest, a quiet pride that I’m doing this to her. That Icanfucking do this.
“Holy shit. Just like that,” she moans as I flick my tongue against her clit. “Nothing feels as good as your tongue. Not toys, not fingers, not…” she trails off with a groan, grinding her hips into my face again.
The woman of my dreams is lifting her hips into my tongue, andfuckif this isn’t the best feeling in the world.
She gasps as I slide a finger inside, the sound bolting straight to my dick. I tease inside until I feel her react, pressing the spot harder as I suck her clit. A breathless moan escapes her, her thighs quivering on either side of my cheeks as she finds her release with no warning. But I’m not stopping. Not until I know she’s done. Not until I feel her clit throb against my tongue.
My pulse races as she continues to shake, holding her breath for what seems like ages. She’s still grinding into me—fucking my mouth as her voice echoes around us.
She finally exhales, collapsing back against the pillow, her arms relaxing against her sides. “That was…fuck, that was…”
“Good?”
She smiles as she slowly shakes her head. “Good would be the understatement of the century. You are fucking amazing, you know that?”
My cheeks flush. I’ve been told countless times I play great—praise is guaranteed with the job if you do well. But not with her.This settles deeper.I know deep in my chest that I couldn’t have done this any other way. I couldn’t have done it with anyone but her.
She motions for me to join her, and I crawl up beside her, leaning in for a kiss…hesitation stops me as I realize she may not want my lips on hers after what I just did. But, as usual, she throws my doubt out the window and pulls me in, a soft moanreverberating into my mouth. Our tongues dance, my body desperate for hers as I pull myself flush against her curves.
“Off,” she demands as she pushes my T-shirt up. Tugging it over my head and tossing it aside, I lean back on my elbows with a groan as she rakes her hand across my chest, down my abdomen, right to the waistband of my joggers. Her eyes catch mine, her hand inching toward my raging hard on.
