Following her instincts, she lowered her head and dragged her tongue across the head of Jasper’s cock, tasting his heat. Jasper groaned and grabbed the base of his erection like he was afraid he’d go off right there. She smiled and got to her knees. She settled in between his spread legs and then pulled the cap off the marker. He’d signed her inner thigh. She had her own place she wanted to mark. She trailed her fingers through the thin dark line of hair beneath his navel, no barrier stopping her now and watched as his cock twitched for her. She leaned over, took him into her mouth, and then signed her name right along his treasure trail, right where it would disappear into his boxers, as she sucked him.
Jasper groaned and fisted the sheets, obviously fighting to stay still. She finished signing, capped the marker, and then threw it onto the floor. She slid her mouth off his cock and stared down at her autograph, tracing the edges with her fingertip.
Jasper reached down and caught her hand. “You like it, don’t you?”
Her lips curved and she met his eyes. “You’re not the only freak I guess.”
“Cofreaks,” he agreed. “Excellent match.”
“We are.” The words made her chest flutter. No ma’am, none of that. She shook off the feelings that were trying to fight their way in and then slid her hands down her thighs. “Time to explore.”
* * *
Jasper was going to die. But at least he’d die a happy man. Hollyn lowered her head and kissed a line up his inner thigh, making his muscles jump and his body beg. Any other woman would just get down to business and go straight for the blow job—the sure-to-please thing. But not Hollyn. Hollyn wanted to take her time. To find the nuances of what made him feel like he was going to explode. Somehow, her careful attention was more erotic than her putting her mouth on him—not that he would’ve turned down more of that. Her mouth had felt like heat-soaked heaven. But her genuine curiosity and desire were the sexiest lingerie she could’ve worn. He suspected she’d be game for just about anything. An experimenter.
And man, was he ready to be her research subject.
She kissed her way up his thigh, keeping his legs spread, and then she nuzzled his balls, the brush of her nose against him sending white-hot pleasure through his veins. Her breath was warm against him, erotic, anticipatory, and then the flat of her tongue laved over him.
Christ. He was going to come like a teenager at this rate. Kill the whole mood with his inability to control himself. This woman was Hot. As. Fuck. And she had no freaking idea. For some reason, she thought he was doing a favor for her. He needed to fix that misguided notion immediately.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, a tentative note in her voice. “Is that okay?”
Is that okay? He briefly entertained an erotic student/professor fantasy with her in a short little plaid skirt and nearly melted his brain. “I’m sorry. My eyes have rolled into the back of my head. I’ll have to get back to you on that.”
He could feel her smile against him, her lips tickling the base of his cock. He was definitely going to ruin this and come in her hair. She’d never forgive him for that. He tried to conjugate verbs in his head to stave off his orgasm.
But Hollyn was unrelenting. Her fingers moved over him, touching him everywhere, squeezing his cock, palming his balls, even dipping low with her fingertips and tracing along the most private of places. His bones were going to liquefy. His brain already had. But he’d let this woman touch him anywhere.
She let me write my name on her. His stupid, bizarre fantasy hadn’t fazed her. More than that, she’d embraced it and had given him the version she could. Right now, his mark was scrawled on her thigh, damp with her sweat and arousal. God, he was never going to get any work done at WorkAround again. That image was going to be burned into his brain every time she was near him even after the ink washed off.
“Whatever we do, we have to be quiet,” she said, wrapping her fingers around his erection and applying just enough pressure to drive him nuts. “Cal will wake up soon. I don’t want him to hear.”
Jasper’s jaw tightened. Part of him wanted to cry out in exaggerated ecstasy—no, he wanted Hollyn to cry out—so that Cal could hear loud and clear that Jasper was the one in her bed, that he was the one making her feel good. But he swallowed back the caveman instincts. “I’ll do my best, gorgeous, but the sounds I make might not always be in my control.”
“Bite a pillow,” she said, stroking him now. “That’s what I do when…”
“Fuck. Me,” he said on a groan. The visual was too much. “Finish your sentence.”
She paused for a moment but then said, “When I use my vibrator.”
All his breath whooshed out of him. He wanted to see that. Wanted to see Hollyn spread out on this bed, touching herself, making herself come. Later. Another day. Right now, he didn’t have the patience for that. If he wasn’t inside her soon, he was actually going to die.
“Hollyn, I need you. Please,” he said, unable to hold back anymore. “You have condoms?”
“Just bought some.” She crawled across him and reached back into the bedside table. She dropped a packet onto his chest.
He grabbed the condom and put it on the bed within reach. “Good. But first, lose the panties and come here.”
She quickly divested herself of her underwear, tossing them off the side of the bed. “Where?”
He grabbed her hands and guided her up his body.
When she was straddling his chest, she got a brief look of alarm. “Jasper, what are—”
He tugged her higher. “I need to taste you first, baby. Straddle me and hold on to the headboard.”
“You want me to…?”
He answered her by showing her, guiding her upward until she was spread out above him, in perfect position for his mouth. His signature flexed on her thigh in his periphery and his cock jerked in response. Mine. He dragged his tongue along her sweet, plump flesh, relishing the taste of her, and she let out a sound that came from somewhere deep in her belly.
“Oh God,” she said. “I’m never going to stay quiet.”
He reached out and grabbed her discarded T-shirt. “Use this.”
She took it from him, balled it up, and bit. So sexy. So game for anything.
He grabbed her hips and tasted her again, the tart, sexy flavor of her making his blood rush. It was a crime that she’d been left alone all this time, no one here to give her the pleasure she deserved. He wanted to make it up to her, to make her feel everything. He curled his tongue around her clit and then sucked the nub between his lips.
She gasped and rocked against his mouth, begging him with her body. Fuck yes. He could do this all morning. He loved how hungry she was in bed, how unashamed to take the pleasure. He knew without a doubt, she’d never been in this position with a guy before. She’d clearly been reluctant when he’d led her there, but now, now she was losing herself to it. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and he feasted on her, using his nose, lips, and tongue to give her every ounce of pleasure he was capable of offering. She was in a rhythm now, lost to it, her sounds muffled by the T-shirt, and he couldn’t get enough.