“Suck my cock,” he demands, thrusting his hips toward me, the head of his cock almost brushing my lips.
I grab hold of his erection once more and lick it, circling my tongue around the tip, my gaze never leaving his. His eyes are hungry, his lips parted as he watches me flick my tongue back and forth before sucking him deep into my mouth. His eyelids lower, a long exhale escaping him, and then I’m the one closing my eyes, savoring the salty taste of him, how he feels inside my mouth.
Before, I never liked giving blowjobs. They made me feel powerless. Vulnerable. As if I was being forced into doing it, and truthfully? Most of the time, I was. That’s all a guy wants—at least, the guys I knew. When they’re in the early teens, they want handjobs. Then they graduate to blowjobs. And all those boys I messed around with in high school? They were so damn demanding. Forget the female orgasm. All they cared about was shooting their wad.
Not Rhett. He gives to me so selflessly. He cares about my pleasure. And that makes me care about his.
“Jesus,” he murmurs when I take him extra deep, nearly choking myself. He slips a hand into my hair, cradling the side of my head, his fingers tightening, making me wince. But I welcome the pain. It means I can feel, that this man makes me feel all sorts of things, all of them good and positive and wonderful and…
Hopeful.
Who knew Rhett Montgomery, the man I viewed as my mortal enemy, would turn into the person I would depend on the most? The one who would actually make me feel like a normal person for once in my life?
Rhett
I can’t take it anymore. Seeing Jensen on her knees in nothing but those tiny panties, my dick stuffed in her mouth, my fingers tangled in her thick, silky hair…
She keeps this up, I’m going to come. Fast.
With a moan I pull away from her, grabbing my stiff cock and giving it a short stroke. I could’ve let this continue. I wanted it to continue. But I have to show some goddamn restraint.
The look she sends me is nothing short of irritated. “I wasn’t finished. You weren’t finished.”
“I don’t want to finish. Not like this.” I scoop her into my arms and carry her to my bed, where I drop her on the mattress and fall down on top of her. Before she can protest, I kiss her, stealing her words, her breath. When I finally break the kiss, I whisper, “I want to come inside you.”
Her gaze flares and her lips curve into a tiny smile. She arches beneath me, her breasts brushing against my chest. “Whatever you want.”
Smiling at her in return, I dip my head and kiss her again, thrusting my tongue against hers, my hands wandering all over her body, touching all my favorite parts of her, making her gasp. With Jensen, I feel like I can never get enough. She makes me greedy. Possessive. Like I want to beat my chest and tell the world she belongs to me.
Like I want to grab the person who hurt her and bash his face in with my fist.
I banish the distracting thought and focus on the woman lying beneath me. Breaking our kiss, I run my mouth along her jaw, down her neck, across her chest. I kiss her breasts, suck first one nipple, then the other, into my mouth. Press tiny kisses to her stomach, drop one on each hipbone, my fingers sliding between her legs, beneath her panties, to find her drenched.
She lifts her hips and thrusts against my hand, her breaths quickening as I increase my pace. I shift down and push aside her panties, lowering my mouth to her pussy to tease her with my tongue, slipping two fingers deep inside her. Once. Twice. In. Out.
I remember what I said earlier about wanting to be inside her when I come, and I pull away right before I make her climax. She moans in pure frustration, her eyes snapping open to glare at me. With a smile I reach for her, tugging her panties off with impatient, fumbling fingers before she’s finally, gloriously naked. Leaning back on my haunches, I study her for a moment. She has the most beautiful body ever. It’s like she’s not even aware of how fucking sexy she really is.
Grabbing her waist, I pull her in closer, her legs spreading to wrap around me, her body wide open and ready. Without pause I enter her, slowly, easing in to pure heaven, groaning when I’m fully inside. She’s tight and hot, her thighs trembling, her body arching, and I watch in fascination as she closes her eyes, her hands going to her breasts, fingers absently playing with her nipples. Her lack of inhibition is such a turn on. She touches herself boldly, demands more from me without hesitation, and all I want to do is give.
Give, give, give to this girl until I’ve got nothing left inside me.
I begin to move, pulling out. Pushing in, staring intently at where our bodies are connected. Jensen moves with me, her body undulating, her head thrown back in pure abandon, her hair spread out on my pillow. She closes her eyes, her lips parting on a short gasp, her hands moving away from her breasts so she can throw her arms above her head. Craving closeness, I shift so I’m on top of her, our chests pressed close, my cock sinking deeper inside her welcoming body. She winds her legs around my hips, anchoring herself to me, and I increase my pace.
Our relationship might be complicated, but the sex isn’t. It never has been. We’re sexually compatible in every way. We move together fluidly, Jensen countering my every move, like we choreographed it beforehand. She digs her heels into my ass, pressing me closer, her hands in my hair, her mouth on my neck, her hot breath setting me on fire. I work my hips, driving deeper, my mind drawing a complete blank as my impending orgasm hovers closer. The base of my spine tingles, everything inside of me clutching, drawing up, going tense. When we’re like this, I can’t think. We don’t need to think. We’re operating on raw, animal instinct. All thoughts and worries gone.
We only want to fuck. To give each other pleasure.
There’s a hitch in her breath, and her body freezes, those tiny Jensen tells that let me know she’s so damn close. She murmurs my name, her voice choked, and then she falls over that delicious edge with a breathless gasp, her entire body shivering, her pussy milking my dick and sending me straight into oblivion. I follow right after her, my orgasm draining me, leaving me exhausted. Blissed out.
Beyond satisfied.
She pushes me off her when we’re finished, and climbs out of bed, heading for the attached bathroom. I watch her go, admiring the sensual sway of her hips, the perfect curve of her ass cheeks, how they bounce when she walks. Sitting up a little, I curl my a
rms and rest my hands beneath my head, waiting for her to exit the bathroom.
Mere minutes later she opens the door, the light from the bathroom casting her in a sexy silhouette. I stare at her unabashedly, savoring the rosy flush of her skin, her still hard nipples, how unashamed she seems in her nakedness.
And she knows I’m staring too. Resting a hand on her hip, she watches me, her delicate brows lifted, her mouth formed in a sexy pout. “You look disgustingly pleased with yourself.”