Jacob fought to keep his eyes on the road and from crossing at the same time as Sallie’s mouth tightened on the head of his cock and her moan vibrated over the sensitive flesh. And it shouldn’t be so damned erotic that it threatened the control he’d never had a problem with before.
His balls were tight with the need to come, the shaft pulsing beneath her delicate hand as her mouth worked over the sensitive head. She sucked, licked, drew the crest nearly to her throat, and moaned with desperate need.
She was hungry. Hungry to touch, to be touched. He could feel the heat in her rising with each stroke of his fingers on the slick, heated folds of her pussy. Fine tremors washed through her delicate body each time his fingers neared the clenched, snug entrance and with each moment the tension building in her heightened. And so did his.
She’d come so damned easy.
One thrust of his fingers inside the heated grip of her sex and she’d explode for him.
And it was tempting. So damned tempting.
Just to feel her shuddering, to hear her cries …
Perhaps if he did, the pressure on his cock would ease, he thought desperately as she sucked him like a favored treat. Her mouth was slow and easy, then hungry, suckling him deeper. She knew just where to lick, to stroke, to take him deeper than he’d imagined she’d do. She did it slowly, as though she knew exactly what he liked. Exactly how he liked it. As though she’d stepped out of his fantasies and come to life.
That thought had his cock pulsing, spilling a short, violent spurt of his release before he managed to pull her head free of him and twist the steering wheel to turn into the paved driveway of her home. He came to a hard stop at the side of the house and threw the vehicle into park.
Reaching across the seat he flipped the glove box open and pulled a condom free of the box he kept there.
There was no waiting until he could get to her bed. Still, it seemed to take forever to roll the condom over his erection.
* * *
She’d never gone parking in her life. The odd thought went through Sallie’s mind as Jacob lifted her, pulling her legs over his denim-covered thighs and holding her in place, poised above the erection rising from between his thighs.
“I can’t wait.” Deep, dark, his voice rasped through her senses as the buttons of her blouse gave way beneath his hand, revealing the lacy bra she wore beneath.
The clasp gave way a second later and the cups pushed back from the sensitive flesh.
Sallie’s head tipped back, a cry tearing from her lips as her hands jerked to his head, burying in the long hair as his mouth covered a tight, too-sensitive nipple and sucked it in. At the same moment, the blunt head of his cock pressed slowly inside her.
The thick intrusion was both pleasure and pain. A slow, stretching penetration that had her crying out, uncertain if she could bear the sensations. His mouth at her breasts, first one then the other, wasn’t easy either. But easy wasn’t what she needed. She needed to feel, the lash of sensual intensity, rising ecstasy. Teeth and tongue, his mouth sucking, drawing on her with hunger. His cock, forging inside her in short, hard strokes, sending arcs of sensation through flesh long unused and rarely thought about.
“Jacob…” she gasped his name as she took more, agony and ecstasy merging until she didn’t know which she wanted more.
But she knew she needed more.
Panting for air, she undulated against each thrust, taking more of him as she swore flames were igniting inside her.
“Hold on, baby.” His voice was hoarse, a low rasp of male lust that only made her need more, made her juices spill faster, slicker, to ease his way.
She felt his thighs bunch, his body tense, and a second later, his cock thrust fully inside her, buried completely as Sallie felt the world dissolve in such an explosion of ecstasy so brilliant, so white hot it bordered on terrifying.
She thought she cried out his name as lashing pleasure tore through her, jerking her body as he held her in place and groaned her name. She was only distantly aware of the fact that he was finding his release as well. The violent tension, the ripple of a tremor racing through his body, and the hard flex of his cock inside her assured her he’d found pleasure with her.
“Damn, sweetheart, I don’t know if my legs are going to work.” Amusement threaded his voice, but what shocked Sallie the most was the way his hands caressed her back, his lips brushing over her temple.
Was he petting her?
She couldn’t remember a time when she’d been stroked, touched since Jacob. And when his hands cupped her shoulders and smoothed the flesh of her upper arms, she wanted to purr in sheer contented pleasure.
“We have to move.” His lips touched her neck as she lay against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. “I’m not finished with you yet, sugar.”
He wasn’t … finished with her?
“Come on, baby.” He helped her off him, his hands tightening on her waist as she moaned at the feel of his still hard cock pulling from inside her. “Damn. Not enough room in this truck.”
In less than a minute he moved her, fixed his jeans, and pushed open the door. Stepping out, he turned back to her as she slid to the edge of the seat.
“My shoes.” She turned to search for the heels when she found herself suddenly lifted into his arms.
“Got your keys?” The timber of his voice was darkening again, that sound of male lust causing her womb to clench, her inner flesh to spasm with her own renewed desire.
“My pocket,” she answered him, looping her arms around his neck. “You didn’t have to carry me.”
But he wanted to. And that was dangerous.
Jacob ignored the voice of caution. There was something about carrying her and stroking her as she eased down from her orgasm that gave him a sense of satisfaction.
He was always protective of the women he fucked, always made certain they found pleasure, that he did more than simply get them off. Women’s bodies were soft, delicate, and he wanted to give them affection during sex.
It was different with Sallie.
She was different.
Taking the keys from her, Jacob managed to unlock the door and open it without putting her down. Once inside he kicked the door closed, slid the lock back into place, and glanced around the shadowed rooms.
He took in the dark wood floors, firmly closed curtains, and spotless living room and kitchen. A light tan sectional was positioned in front of a screened fireplace with a low light burning on an end table.
The kitchen was open and airy with light oak cabinets and marble countertops. A bar, two barstools, and a gas island stove. The kitchen flowed into the dining room and there a short hallway led the way to a dimly lit bedroom.
He glimpsed a few pictures in the living room. A young couple with a child and a stern, older man. There were no pictures of Sallie and only a few items that appeared to be mementos.
The bedroom held a king-sized walnut sleigh bed with an old quilt draped over the footboard. Matching walnut furniture, thick rugs. He’d check it all out later, he promised himself as he placed Sallie on the bed and followed her down, his lips catching hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
He hadn’t had a chance to touch her, to watch her face flush with her need, see her swollen, hard-tipped breasts, or eat that soft pussy in the truck. Something he intended to rectify before he took her again.