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Cupping his face, I slid my fingers into his hair as I licked the taste of myself from his lips, and he teased my tongue with his. The hot weight of him blanketing me helped to quiet the jolts still rocketing through my system. Bit by bit, I tried to pull myself back together.
When I flattened my hands to his shoulders, he dragged his head up and stared down at me with lazy, heated eyes. “I love how you taste.”
I went up in flames all over again. Need and want were so closely twinned, I didn’t think I would survive if I wasn’t touching him at the moment. He slid his fingers into my hair and tilted my head. Then he kissed me again, slow, nibbling bites, long strokes of his tongue, and then sucking nips as he pulled at my lower lip.
“Jake,” I whispered in a raw voice, like I’d been shouting for hours. “My turn.” The smile on his lips sent another wave of longing through me as he rolled his hips and his cock nestled even tighter against me. If he moved just a quarter of inch lower, he’d have thrust into me.
“If you put your mouth on me,” he whispered. “I’m not going to last.”
“That’s okay,” I promised. I’d never done this, hell, I’d heard horror stories of what it would taste like, but I didn’t care. This was Jake. “We have time.”
The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened at the mention of “time.”
When he dipped his head and kissed my throat, then trailed those kisses down to my breast, I knew it was coming before he sucked the skin up and left a bruising mark. They loved leaving those damn things on me. A laugh bubbled up as I gripped his hair and tugged.
“Please, Jake?”
I don’t know if it was my voice or the fact I said please, but his whole expression softened. He nuzzled another kiss to my lips before he rolled over and carried me with him. The grind of his cock teasing my too sensitive clit almost had my eyes rolling.
“Torture me all you want, baby girl,” he whispered in that sexy voice.
Licking my lips, I trailed my fingers down his torso. He was so ripped. It wasn’t hard to see the all the hours he’d put into physical training. From his broad shoulders to his thick chest, to the way his abs dimpled against his midsection. I pressed a kiss to his chest, savoring the salt on his skin and the tease to us both as I slid lower on his thighs and his cock dragged against my belly. The thud of his heart pounding seemed to echo the race of mine. I traced one of his nipples with my tongue as he stroked a hand through my hair, gathering it together so he could fist it into a ponytail. Staring up at him, I smiled when his gaze zeroed in on mine.
I slid lower, this time tracing the path with my fingers and tongue as I outlined his abs and then reached his cock. This close, I couldn’t miss the faintly musky scent of him. The hair around his cock was a little damp, and that was all me. For some reason, that sent a thrill to spike through me as I curled the hair around one finger.
A quiver settled into my belly as I studied the length of his cock. Heat seemed to eddy off of it, it was still swollen and thick. There was a vein running along the underside of it, and I tested it with my tongue. Hints of salt and me coated him.
Apparently, that flavor wasn’t a deterrent, and I traced the line of the vein with my tongue until I reached the mushroom-shaped head. A bead of moisture shimmered on the fat head. Jake flexed his fingers in my hair, but he didn’t pull it or shove me closer. There was a hiss of air escaping him as I slid my lips over the top.
I wanted to be careful, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. My pussy stretched for Archie, and I’d be able to take Jake, but could I get all of him in my mouth?
The question floated through me on a little wave of laughter as I sucked against the head. The drop of moisture was a little bitter, but I didn’t hate it. It was Jake, and another thrill skated up my spine as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, adjusting the angle.
One swipe of my tongue, then another, and his cock gave a little jerk. When I swallowed him deeper, taking as much as I could, the buck of his hips said I did something right, as did his groan.
Stealing a look up, I nearly forgot to breathe. Jake’s whole expression was tight, his expression torn between a grimace and a grin. The hand not in my hair was fisted against the comforter.
I dragged back, sucking against him as I pulled him out, and he let out another sound, low and guttural. Thrilling to each little cry, I worked to keep the rhythm even and matched the pace with the stroke of my hand, since I couldn’t take all of him. I got him a little deeper with each stroke. My jaw had started to hurt almost immediately, but I really wanted to make this good for him.
Every thrust had my breasts rubbing against the comforter. The fabric rasped over my nipples, and my pussy clenched at nothing. Another dribble of the bitterness escaped the head of his cock, and I sucked it down. It took me a minute to figure out how to breathe through my nose each time I slid him out.
Jake’s hips thrust up, and his fist in my hair tightened. He bumped the back of my throat, and I fought against the gag.
“Sorry,” he said in a harsh tone. “Fuck.”
Eyes watering, I wouldn’t let him pull me off as I hummed against him. I could do this. I wanted to do this.
“Jesus—Frankie…I’m not going to last…” The warning was appropriate because the next pull, and he let out another shout. The first stream was hot and sticky. The bitterness hit my mouth, and I tried to swallow it as the spit gathered around my tongue. His groan was a continuous thing as his back bowed and he pushed upward. I relaxed my jaw, ignoring the dribble as I swallowed.
The emotions playing across Jake’s features were absolutely captivating. He was so utterly wrecked, and I’dfeltthat way, and now I’d done it to him. It was a most heady sensation.
He hissed finally as the spurt trickled off. When he tugged my hair this time, I let him pull me free, and he slipped from my lips with a little pop.
Jake stared at me with blown pupils and a red face. Shuddering, he pulled me up, and then I was kissing him and I swore he was trying to lick himself off my lips. The ache in my jaw faded as his hands ran over my back and down to my ass. He clenched me to him, and then we were both groaning.
From hot and wet to slow and languorous, we kept trading kisses as he touched me everywhere. Rolling us to our sides, he slid his knee right between my legs. The soft hairs teased and tickled. When he began to rock me with it, I figured out he was trying to get me off again.
A sigh escaped me and I let him play, glorying in running my hands over his arms and his chest. I wanted to know every inch of him. Rolling my hips in time to his rubs sent shivers eddying over my skin. When he replaced his knee with his hand, I groaned against his mouth. Two fingers inside of me with the heel of his palm against my clit, and I came in about thirty seconds.
