I snake a hand between us, finding one of her tits and fuck. How is she so fucking perfect? I knead it, digging my fingers in as I nibble her neck lightly. This holding back shit is frustrating as fuck. The things I want to do to this woman starts with this and never fucking ends.
Jade grips my cock between us, stroking it. Her grip is tight, and I drop my head back, inhaling sharply as her other hand reaches for my face.
"As much as I want your dick, I think I'd like to wet this first," she says, rubbing her palm against the beard on my face. She stands on her toes, leaning into my ear. "I've been thinking about how this would feel against my thighs for days, the way you could make me come with your tongue. I touched myself yesterday thinking about it. Soaked my sheets."
Boom, there it is.
And I'm not disappointed.
Chapter eighteen
Jade
Mateo chuckles. Fucking chuckles.
I release his dick and step back.
"So dirty talk is a no, then?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips.
He backs up, taking me in from head to toe.
I'm butt-ass naked standing in front of my best friend's brother while he fucking chuckles, and yet, I don't feel exposed. He's not leering. He's drinking me in, committing me to memory.
He pulls his lower lip between his teeth.
"Dirty talk isn't a no." He sits on the edge of the bed. "It's a hell yes. And if you'd said something sooner, we could have made both our fantasies come true. Now, come ride my face so I can finally find out if you taste even better than I imagined."
His leg in that damn brace is a hindrance, but he doesn't let it slow him down as he scoots back on the bed, laying his head on a pillow.
"Your chariot awaits, my lady," he says, raising his brows.
"Ew no," I say, climbing onto the bed.
He pulls the pillow from beneath his head, tosses it on the floor, and pushes up on his elbows.
"Are you really a squirter?" he asks, licking his lips. He flashes his imperfectly perfect smile, and I carefully shift my body over his.
He adjusts to one elbow, sliding a hand beneath me.
"Mmm," he moans, gliding a finger between my folds.
I lean in to kiss him, tugging on his lower lip.
He groans.
"Face. Now. Sit." he says, his voice firm, and his face serious as he drops his head back to the mattress.
Decision time, do I want to be a brat and see how he handles it, or do I want to find out if he can succeed where every guy before him has failed?
His finger against my clit chooses for me.
I talk a big game, but I've never sat on a guy's face before, so I'm hesitant as I shift to hover over his mouth, my fingers white knuckling the headboard behind him.
It shouldn't surprise me when his hands grip my thighs, pulling me down, but it does, and I fight it.
Then his tongue drags over me, and I cry out. Fuck. His chuckle vibrates my pussy, and he forces me down more, driving his tongue into me and then sucking at my lips. He moans against me, as if I'm the best thing he's ever tasted, and I buck my hips, craving more.
He abandons my pussy, finding my clit and taking it into his mouth. My body tenses, and he releases it, working it with his tongue, applying pressure and pulling back, teasing me. Leaving me wanting more, needing more. It occurs to me he might make me come on his face, and why the fuck is that so hot?
