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It wasn’t like I hated them or anything, and I definitely understood the “give so you can receive” theory I’d just espoused, but the guys I’d been with tended to pull on my hair—and not in a sexy way like my new lover did—while bruising my throat in the process. No finesse at all.
Jed Knight was not one of those men.
For one thing, he was partially cuffed. His free hand only stroked my hair. Never pulling. Never even tugging. Just gentle strokes that made me lean into his touches and wish he’d bump them up a notch. He’d certainly allowed me to go to town onhishair.
He didn’t seem like he was in any hurry to rush this along though, in spite of how thick and hard he was. Pre-cum hit my tongue every time I licked him, and he seemed to lengthen with each pump of my hand. He had such control.
I wanted to decimate it.
Those limits he’d talked about testing? The time had come for me to nudge his as well.
Hollowing my cheeks, I worked my fingers over him, squeezing in rhythmic pulses. I was getting him all wet, and he wasn’t the only one. It had to be obvious that I was raring to go, considering how I kept pushing my thighs together and squirming over his formerly pristine sheets. He probably could smell how much I wanted him.
I sucked him deeper, not giving myself time to flush. I hoped anyway. I was done with being embarrassed.
At least for tonight.
Bending forward, I thrust my ass in the air, circling it in time with the ripples of my throat.
God, I was actually enjoying this. Not just pretending to so it would end quicker.
He grunted and wove his fingers through my hair, leading me down closer to his groin. The combined scents of soap and a light veil of sweat made me moan and he reciprocated as the sound traveled down his cock.
Any minute now he was going to blow, and as much as I wanted to taste him, I wanted to feel him lose it inside me even more.
Reluctantly, I drew back. I continued to work his slick length with one hand—from the contorted expression he wore, he was fully enjoying the strength guitar playing had granted me—and fumbled for a condom with the other.
I ripped open the package with my teeth and stopped stroking him long enough to get it on him. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed to be in the movies, but I hadn’t practiced much. The few men I’d been with had always done the honors. I bit my lip as I finally got it into place, hoping I hadn’t killed the mood with my slowness.
“Haven’t done that much, huh?”
His low voice grazed my flesh like gravel over silk. So much for him not noticing my lack of skill in that area. I tried not to duck my head. “No.”
“Hottest thing I ever saw. You pleasing me with your mouth, then trying to make those quick fingers work even faster. Frigging perfect.” His thumb smoothed over my swollen lower lip, pressing his taste deeper inside my mouth. “You’re learning new things with me.”
“So many.” I gave up fighting my smile and crawled up his body to cup his scruffy jaw. He’d been working on five o’clock shadow all night but now it was much denser. The short hairs tingled against my palms as I lowered my head, my gaze roaming his face. I wanted to kiss him so badly. “May I?” I whispered, wanting to let him know that despite his cuffs, he still held the control.
By my choice. And his.
“May I, Sir?” I repeated when he didn’t reply. With everything they’d done, something about a kiss made him hold back.
Too intimate maybe. Too…much.
He started to argue. His nostrils flared and his jaw tensed and I figured he might finally deny me.
Then he nodded, his full lips opening on an exhale. “That’s cheating, you know.”
Leaning closer, I smiled. I did know. I’d registered his response the first time I called him Sir, and the thickening length wedged against my belly was a strong piece of secondary evidence. “Maybe. But it’s worth it if I get a kiss that tastes like both of us.” I kissed the corner of his mouth. “All dirty and sweet.”
“Fuck, Peyton,” he groaned just before my lips slanted over his.
I tried to go slow. I didn’t need much romance, but when it came to first kisses after first fucks, it seemed like maybe I should try just for the heck of it.
But the instant my tongue tentatively touched his, he sucked me inside, curling around me with a longing I wasn’t strong enough to combat. One pull on my flesh and I rocked my damp slit against his belly, needing him to feel what he was doing to me. He only drew harder, his stubble branding my chin at the same time his lips, tongue, and teeth branded the rest of me.
That single kiss thrummed through me entire body, lighting me up like Christmas and the Fourth of July rolled into one. My nipples grew taut, my clit pounded. And the urge to join with him became a primitive drumbeat in my blood.
Without conscious thought, I positioned myself over him, brushing his covered length with my heat. He growled and pistoned his hips upward, driving into me so deeply that I couldn’t maintain the kiss. I gasped for breath and gripped the pillow beside his head, helpless to do anything but take whatever he dished out as he grabbed my hip and thrust into me again. The cuff rattled and he swore, clearly hating his limitation.
