“Jana,” he warned in a deep, dark voice. I ignored him, too lost to pleasing him to understand his tone. His cock tightened on my tongue, hardened and then I felt the first trembles of his orgasm and then his cock shot hot spurts of liquid down my throat, salty and thick. Intriguing.
I slowed my mouth and only stopped when he pulled me away. “What?”
“Why didn’t you stop?”
I frowned at his tone. “You didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Okay, now I really was confused. “I felt how much sucking you off was turning me on and I wanted to see how far it could go.”
“And,” his lips curled into a sultry smile. “Come here.” I climbed up the bed beside him and his slid two fingers deep inside me, pulling a satisfied moan from me. “Shit, babe. All of that from sucking my cock?”
“Apparently.”
“Well honey, you can suck my cock anytime you need to get yourself in the mood.” I laughed and smacked his chest but he grabbed both of my wrists and his expression sobered. I swallowed, suddenly wary. “But now I feel compelled to return the favor.”
I blinked. “It wasn’t a favor.” I didn’t want him to do anything because of some tit for tat system of payback. “And you’re not quite ready yet,” I said, glancing down at his cock.
Max laughed. “That’s okay, I have something else in mind.” He slid down until his head rested on a pillow. “I want you to put your pussy right here,” he said and stuck out his tongue.
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Oh you can. And you will.” He pulled me until I straddled his hips. “Scoot up,” he urged and though I moved tentatively, I did settle right over his mouth. “Perfect.”
He palmed my ass until I leaned forward, hands braced on my headboard. Then his tongue, slightly cool to the touch, slid through my drenched folds, the sound so loud I cringed with embarrassment. “Oh, god!” My own hips began to move as his tongue and lips worked my body, flicking and sucking and bringing me so close to the edge, I could smell the freedom below. “Ah!” I couldn’t stop moving, not when below me Max growled and licked like me and my pussy were his life force. “Max, oh fuck, Max!”
He gripped me tighter, holding me at his mercy while his lips pulled my clit and sucked it hard. Millions of shards of lights flashed behind my eyes, my body jerked and convulsed as the orgasm washed over me. I had a white knuckle grip on the headboard, my hips grinding against him until he’d wrung every stitch of pleasure out of body, leaving me limp and sated. My body sagged against him and one long finger slid deep, sending me back up over that edge of pleasure one more time as he growled and kept sucking my clit until I was so filled with pleasure, my body was so slick with desire that my legs gave out. “Fuck that was worth being nearly suffocated to death.”
I laughed and rolled off him, resting my head on his chest. “That was like a drug. I felt naughty and kind of dirty.” I kissed his nipple and he groaned. “I liked it.”
“Good, I’m glad. Now let’s go back to sleep and when we wake up later, I’ll show you how dirty you really are.”
I snuggled close to his strong, sexy masculine scent, letting it travel to my brain and lull me into a deep, restful sleep.
Chapter 11
Max
Waking up in a strange bed was usually cause for alarm, but with Jana’s scent still lingering on my body and in my nostrils, I knew exactly where I was and reached out to her. The bed was cool where she’d slept after I’d made her nearly pass out from her orgasms and I groaned, sat up in her bed. The room was neat except for the evidence of our passion last night and this morning in the form of clothes strewn all over the room and pillows dotted the floor.
I stood and went to the master bathroom to wash up because the smells coming from the kitchen—bacon and coffee—had my stomach standing up to remind me I’d burned more calories than I’d consu
med last night. I slipped on the green boxer briefs that hung on a drawer handle and made my way down to the kitchen.
I froze just before I reached the doorway as a male voice sounded. A familiar male voice. I looked around the door and froze at the figure sitting at the small round table and smiling bright up at Jana. “Tate?”
He and Jana froze, but gazes turned to me. “Big brother! Did you miss me?”
I could’ve throttled the little fucker, but I missed him too damn much and I was so happy to see him. A scowl was fixed on my face as I stalked to him and Tate’s grin faded. “Fucking right I missed you. Get your ass over here.” I pulled him to a big, emotional hug. It lasted longer than it probably should have, but this was my fucking brother. “Fuck, it’s so good to see you, kid.” His shoulders relaxed and I realized it was worried about how I’d receive him.
“It’s good to see you too, old man.”
“Not too old to kick your ass.”
He scoffed. “You and what army?”
“Uncle Sam’s,” we both answered with similar grins. “Where have you been?”