It goes straight to my head.
“You want to see?” I ask sweetly.
He nods, his eyes hooded. “Please.”
I bring my fingers to the hem of my tee, making a show of teasing it upward slowly, so slowly that Jack fidgets, his fists clenching like he’s holding back the urge to take over and do it himself. His breath catches when I pull it over my head, dropping it to the floor. I’m grateful that I chose a cute bra today, because the way he’s eyeing the pink lace hungrily is doing wonders for my confidence.
“The underwear matches,” I tell him, feeling a little wicked.
He groans. “Let mesee.”
I’m a lot slower at removing my pants than he was, drawing it out, torturing him a little. He just looks so damnedeagerthat it’s hard not to. When I’m left in nothing but pink lace, Jack hisses through his teeth, finally giving in to his urges to touch. His hands slide over my shoulders and down to my elbows, drawingmy arms up around his neck as he leans in to kiss me once more. My breasts press against his hard chest as he pulls me in close, his hands starting to wander. I feel them smooth down my sides, lingering at my hips, his fingertips tucking under the elastic of my underwear to palm at my ass as a needy sound escapes me that he catches with his tongue.
“I said I wanted to touch you this time,” I remind him. “Get down here.”
I feel his lips curl against mine. “Yes, ma’am.”
He rolls as he brings us both down to the bed, landing on his back with my body plastered to his front as his mouth continues to plunder mine. The hard lines of his body feel good against me, and I let my hands do a little wandering of their own as I palm down his hard chest, his chiseled stomach. All the way down to the iron bar between his legs that jerks under my touch.
His head falls back as a stuttered breath releases from him, his lashes fluttering shut as I squeeze his cock through the fabric of his underwear. I like the way my touch seems to make him lose control, and it has me wanting more of it, wanting to make him come just a little more undone.
I press kisses to his jaw, his throat, letting my tongue tease at his collarbone as I start making my way down his body.
“Abby,” he breathes.
I reach behind me to unsnap my bra, working it off me and tossing it away as my bare breasts tease his abdomen.
“Christ, Abby,” he rasps. “Let me touch you. Let metasteyou. Come up here.”
“I told you”—I dip my head so I can tease at his navel with my tongue—“it’s my turn to touch you.”
I curl my fingers into the elastic of his briefs so I can tug themdown, and then his heavy cock is bouncing free, slapping against his stomach. He’s swollen and red and already wet at the tip, and I can feel my mouth water in a way it never has before. Iwanthim in my mouth. More than anything. I want to feel him come apart because ofme.
I catch his gaze when I let my tongue loose to tease at the base, licking a heavy stripe all the way to the tip as he makes a pained sound before kicking his underwear off and away.
“Fuck, Abby, I—I won’t last—Let me—”
His words turn into a garbled moan when I take the head between my lips, sucking softly there as a burst of his flavor spreads along my tongue. I press my lips tight as I slowly slide down to take more of him, enjoying the broken sounds he lets out, like he’s losing his mind just a little bit. I gag a little when I near the base, the action resulting in a forceful swallow that has me pulling off him, gasping for air.
His hands reach down to cup my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.
“I need to touch you too,” he pleads. “Let me.”
“But I’m having fun down here,” I say with a grin.
“We can both have fun,” he says breathlessly. “Turn around and get up here.”
I feel my cheeks heat at what he’s suggesting. “I’ve never done that.”
“Even better,” he says with a sultry grin. “I want that pretty pussy in my mouth if you’re going to suck my cock.”
I climb back up his body with shaky limbs, feeling embarrassed at the thought of him seeing so much of me before I remember he’s already seen it. This isn’t anything more than what we’ve already done…mostly. Jack helps me when I’m straddlinghis belly, tugging at my panties as I maneuver to let him wrestle them off me and chuck them aside.
His teeth press at his lower lip as his palms smooth up my thighs, and his thumb reaches between my legs to tease my clit for only a moment before his hooded eyes snap up to meet mine.
“Turn around and sit on my face,” he urges. “I want to taste that sweet little pussy again.”
I shiver all over, nodding slightly as I move to do what he says. It takes some maneuvering, and there’s some embarrassment as I actuallysiton his face, hovering just a little.
