I lick his crown. “I thought it was my turn to treat you.”
“Treat me all you want, but don’t think you’re getting out of this bed before I bury my face in you pussy.”
My entire body quivers. I love the way he wants me. He touches my face, and I take him to the back of my throat. We’ve been having sex all week. You’d think we’d be worn out, tired of each other, but all this sex has turned me into a nymphomaniac and has me craving more. How I’m going to go back to the dating scene after this is beyond me.
“Mmm,” I moan around his thick cock, and he shifts, his fingers tucking my hair behind my ear, so he can get a good look. I put on a show for him, and my head bobs as I fuck him with my mouth, savoring his tang.
“That is so fucking good, babe,” he says, his voice an octave deeper. “I could get used to waking up like this on the weekends.”
I grip his length, stroke him and slide my mouth lower to suckle his balls, wanting to make this good-morning wake up as great as he’s been making them for me all week.
“Motherfucker,” he growls, and I grin, loving that I can take this big hockey player to his knees in the bedroom. I stroke faster, the way he likes, and he flops down on the bed, grips the pillow with his hands and drags it halfway over his face. His muscles tighten, ripple, and the second I take his crown back into my mouth, he spurts down my throat. I stay between his legs longer, drink every last drop of him, then lick him clean.
I go back on my knees, and his breathing is harsh. A damp sheen of moisture covers his skin. The look of a well-fucked guy.
“Get up here,” he says, and I lay over him, climb up his body. “Not like that.” He grips my hips. “Legs around my chest.” When I realize what he wants me to do, my sex quivers in anticipation. I spread my legs around his thick chest and he shimmies lower, positioning his mouth under my pussy. “Ride my tongue,” he says.
I grab my breasts, pinch my nipples and move my hips. His tongue slashes against my clit in the most glorious ways, and I lean forward, grip the headboard and grind down on him. He shoves his tongue inside me as I work my clit over his face. My body heats up and my blood burns as wild and wicked sensations zing through me, center on the needy juncture between my legs.
“Jonah,” I murmur, my orgasm so close, it’s all I can do to hang on. He grips my ass, squeezes my cheeks, and clamps down on my clit as he lightly presses a finger into my back passage. Lust rips through me, and while I don’t want this to end, my body surrenders, giving in to the intense pleasure. I come all over his mouth, and he moans, rubs his face all around my sopping wet pussy, and keeps me there until he’s had his fill.
My legs are trembling by the time he slides me down his body, my hot sex wide open against his stomach.
I shake my head as I look at him. “Sex with you is insane,” I say, and he laughs.
“I love eating your pussy, Quinn. I love tasting you on my tongue all day long.”
I plant one hand on my hip. “Well, it’s awfully nice of me to let you do that every morning, don’t you think?”
He laughs harder, and I put my hand over his mouth. “Shh, don’t wake the baby.”
He cringes. “Right,” he whispers—but as soon as the word leaves his mouth, someone unlocks the front door downstairs, and footsteps echo through the house.
“Who could that be?” I ask, my heart racing a little faster.
“Other than you, Zander is the only one with a key.”
Stairs creak as Zander comes up them.
“Shit.” I jump from the bed and dart into the bathroom. Jonah and I look like we just had a sex marathon. Zander can’t see us like this.
I close the bathroom door, just as my brother knocks on Jonah’s. “You awake, buddy?”
“Yeah, just getting up,” Jonah says. “I’ll be right down.”
“I’ll check on Quinn.”
Oh. Shit. No.
Daisy lets out a loud wail.
“Why don?
?t you go check on Daisy for me. I’m sure she’d be happy to see her uncle. She seems to like you better than me anyway.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says and chuckles.
Thank you, Daisy!