“Why would we have to leave?”
No. He wasn’t . . . he wouldn’t . . .
“Undo my jeans and pull my cock out.”
It seemed he would. And as she reached for the button of his jeans it seemed that she was going to let him. Let him? Ha, who was she kidding? She wasn’t in charge. Although, he would stop if she used her safeword. He would never force her. She trusted him, and that made all the difference.
She carefully undid the buttons on his jeans, and he lifted up, taking her with him in a show of strength that sent butterflies through her stomach, so she could tug his pants down over his ass. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
For the first time she cursed the soft lighting in there that cast so much into shadow and made it hard for her to see him. But from what she could see, and feel, he was huge. Thick and long and she couldn’t wait for him to enter her.
She ran her hand up the length of him, marveling at the size.
“You’re enormous.”
He snorted. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
In comparison with her previous lovers he was. She ran her thumb gently over his bulbous head, sweeping up the moisture she discovered at the end. She drew her thumb up to her mouth and licked it much the same way he’d done with her dew. Sharp and tangy.
Delicious.
“Can I take you into my mouth, Sir?” It wasn’t something she’d ever been into, although it had been Richard’s favorite thing. She wasn’t going to think of him now. She was sick of him still hanging around, even if he was just inside her head.
Time for an exorcism. The thought made her smile.
“Not tonight,” he told her, surprising her. She didn’t realize that men actually turned down blow jobs. He cupped a hand around the nape of her neck, bringing her down for a hot, hard kiss. This time he pressed his tongue between her lips, teasing her until soft whimpers escaped her mouth, each growing from the last.
“Take me inside you.” He clasped her hips. “I’m gonna guide you, but this first time you make the calls. Don’t expect it in the future.”
She thought it was sweet he was letting her set the pace. He reached back and pulled something off a shelf set in the wall behind them. She hadn’t even realized there was a shelf there. He had though, and he obviously knew what it was there for. She stared down at the condom in his hand.
“Don’t think Saxon was ever a scout, but he definitely believes in being prepared. He has stashes of condoms and lube all around the club.”
She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that, but she guessed he was being a responsible host, business man, whatever. There weren’t many lines of work where a host made certain to keep condoms on hand.
“Open it and slide it on me.”
She took it from him, immediately dropping it. Damn her nerves. She picked it up quickly. “Sorry.”
“Sh.” He cupped her cheeks between his hands. “Calm down.”
“Bit difficult to do. My body’s on fire.”
He ran a thumb over her cheek. “I’m glad. So is mine. Just take a deep breath. There’s no rush, okay?”
Her insides melted. She’d never had a man take the time to reassure her. She moved slowly as she ripped open the condom. Last thing she needed was to put a hole in it. Then she tested it to see which way it rolled before taking hold of his shaft and carefully sliding it down. Wow, who knew how sexy it could be to put a condom on a man?
“Good girl,” he told her. “Now take me inside you.”
She raised her hips.
“Lean back. I want to watch.”
She groaned, staring down at their bodies as his cock slowly disappeared inside h
er. Inch by inch she worked her way down. Her muscles stretched to accommodate him, but he’d done a good job in preparing her, and she was slick from her orgasm. His shaft brushed against the sensitive nerve endings of her passage. Reaching up, he squeezed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the tight bud around, and she almost came then and there.
“Jake!”