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Jay pulled back just far enough to yank my panties off, dragging them down my legs and tossing them aside.
“I love seeing you like this, baby,” he said, his voice low. “Unraveling for me as I lick your sweet, sweet little pussy.”
I tilted my head back against the couch as Jay pushed my knees even wider, pressing my legs toward my chest until I was completely exposed to him. Then he closed his mouth over my clit and sucked hard enough to make me arch off the couch. He licked and sucked, swirled and flicked with a relentless rhythm. Even when I fisted my fingers into his hair so tightly that his scalp had to hurt, Jay didn’t slow down.
My legs trembled. My orgasm barreled closer as Jay worked his jaw into me, the slurping suction of his mouth obscenely loud in the apartment. He hitched my knees over his shoulders, tugging me closer until I was practically sliding right off the couch. The only thing preventing me from hitting the floor was Jay’s strength, his face shamelessly smothered in my pussy.
When I came, Jay plunged his tongue into me, lapping at my slit. As the pleasure washed through me and gradually began to abate, he gave my clit one final, messy kiss before he raised his head to look at me. My slick coated his chin and his hair was a mess but he looked as content as a cat after devouring an entire bowl of cream.
“That’s one orgasm in the living room,” Jay said. “Where do you want the next one? Kitchen? Bedroom? Bathroom?”
I managed a hoarse laugh.
“Let me catch my breath first.”
Jay hummed and pressed a loud, smacking kiss to the inside of my thigh. After wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he rose to his feet and pulled me up to stand alongside him.
“Let’s get that dress off.”
Chapter Six
Jay
Rosie Simmons was sitting on my bed right now. I’d left her there to get the grease off my hands. The taste of her was still on my tongue. I had always hoped she might warm up to me eventually but this was moving much faster than I’d anticipated - not that I was complaining.
After scrubbing my hands, I returned to my bedroom, sending up a silent prayer to anyone who might be listening that Rosie hadn’t changed her mind and disappeared when I wasn’t looking.
But she was still there, perched on the edge of my mattress with the light of the street lamp casting a pale glow through the room. Her dress was in a puddle of fabric on the floor next to her shoes. And she wore nothing except her bra and the bed sheet loosely draped around her body, providing teasing glimpses of her curves - a peek of her waist, a few inches of her hip.
“Having second thoughts yet?” she asked lightly.
Despite the urge to cross the room and devour her all night, I leaned against the door frame, sliding my hands into my pockets as I tilted my head and took in the sight of her.
“Not even a little. You?”
Rosie shook her head. “Although you did have a lot of alcohol tonight. You might not be making the best decisions right now.”
I cast a sideways glance at her.
“You seemed to be singing a different tune a few minutes ago in the living room.”
She regarded me through her lashes, her tongue pressed into her cheek so she didn’t smile and give herself away.
I stepped closer, taking Rosie’s hand, her arm braced across her breasts, holding the thin bed sheet to her body. I guided her arm aside and the sheet dropped to the mattress. Rosie watched me as my gaze roamed over her - soft belly, soft thighs, soft tits straining against the black cups of her strapless bra.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, sweetheart,” I rasped.
Her smile grew, spreading across her face.
“You’re going to poke a hole through your pants if you don’t get busy, Lieutenant,” she said in a wry tone.
When I reached for my belt buckle, Rosie’s gaze dropped, following my movements. I shoved my pants down along with my boxers and my cock sprang up, thick and red and already leaking. She touched the tip, trailing her fingers along the length. Flicking her gaze up to my face, Rosie curled her fingers around my hips, pulling me toward her. Then she licked over my crown, teasing back and forth.
I moaned, thrusting toward her mouth. She grinned up at me then closed her lips around the tip.
“Fuck,” I croaked, my breath stuttering.
The way Rosie hollowed her cheeks and flattened her tongue to my cock had me seeing stars. I swept her hair back, her glossy locks tangled around my fist. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft, driving me toward the edge with wild abandon.
