She rained kisses over his hand that had a white-knuckle grip on his jeans and said, “I won’t pull them down farther.”
She moved his hand and turned her attention to the tip of his thick erection peeking out of his black boxer briefs. She swallowed hard as she peeled down his briefs, freeing his cock, which bobbed up to greet her, hard as a baseball bat. She caught it in her hand, and it was twice the width of a banana. How the heck was she supposed to get that whole thing in her mouth? She stole a glance at Grant. His jaw was tight, his eyes locked on her, amping up her nervousness and her arousal. Her thoughts spun, the techniques she’d read about zooming around her head like flies she couldn’t catch.
Please, please, please let me be good at this.
She closed her eyes and ran her tongue slowly around the broad head. Grant groaned, his thighs flexed, and his cock twitched in her hand. She did it again, and again, each time earning another sexy sound. His reaction bolstered her confidence, and as she teased the slit, his hips bucked. She continued licking and teasing, his every sound, every flex of his muscles and twitch of his cock slicing through her nervousness until there was none left. She licked him from base to tip, getting his shaft wet enough to work it with her hand. She stroked and licked and finally got up the courage to lower her mouth over his hard length, earning such a desperate, masculine sound, she felt herself get damp. She worked him slow, finding her rhythm, taking hints from the sounds he made and the way his body moved. He pushed his hands into her hair, but he let her set the pace, and she loved the grip he had on her.
“Jesus, Jules. You feel fucking fantastic,” he gritted out.
She wanted to cheer, to tell the world, Look what I can do! But since that was not even remotely appropriate, she focused on pleasuring Grant. She took him to the back of her throat, practically unhinging her jaw to do so, and it still wasn’t deep enough to fit all of him. She worked him faster, tighter, following every stroke of her hand with her mouth, until he was gritting his teeth and pumping his hips. His breathing came in hard bursts, and his eyes were glued to her, making her feel sexy and raw. She really got into it, giving him a show, licking the crown as she held his gaze, sliding her tongue along his length and moaning with pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. God that feels good. You’re so fucking hot.”
His every word made her feel bolder, sexier. She lowered her mouth over his length, stroking tighter, sucking harder. She loved the tightening of his hands in her hair and the way the muscles in his jaw bunched as he watched her. This was empowering. No wonder women liked sex so much. She felt like his queen, and she loved it!
“Jules,” he warned, his voice drenched with restraint.
A thrill darted through her. She was driving him wild, and he loved it! She continued her rampant pursuit of his pleasure. There was no way she was stopping until he came as hard as she’d come last night and she got to taste him the way he’d tasted her.
“Baby,” he warned more urgently.
She nodded as she sucked and stroked, giving him the go-ahead he sought. With the next pump, his eyes slammed shut and a curse flew from his lips as a hot, salty jet hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and stroked, thrilled that she was doing it right as more jets shot into her mouth. But she got so caught up in that excitement, she forgot to swallow. There was too much in her mouth, and he was still pumping his hips. She choked, and his eyes flew open as come dribbled out of her mouth around his dick.
“Shit, baby! Sorry!” He tugged on her hair, lifting her head, and his cock fell from her lips and slapped his stomach, dribbling over it. But he didn’t seem to care as he hauled her into his arms and wiped her mouth. “I’m sorry, Jules. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
Her cheeks burned. “I guess I need more practice.”
“Practice? Aw, hell, baby, was that your first time?”
She nodded. “Mm-hm.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He kissed her, holding her so tight she felt his heart thundering against her chest.
“I didn’t want you to overthink it.”
He cradled her face in his hand, gazing deeply into her eyes. “I can’t take care of you if I don’t know what’s going on. I need to think about firsts with you. I promise not to overthink them, but I could have pulled out, Jules.”
“I didn’t want you to. I wanted to taste you.”
He touched his forehead to hers, sighing. “You’re too much.” He kissed her again. “I fucking adore you, but you could have gotten a taste without choking. I should have known, but the way you acted, I thought you’d done it before, and when you put your mouth on me…Christ, Jules. You blew me away, literally. I could have come in three seconds.”
“That’s good, right?”
They both laughed, and then they kissed as more laughter bubbled out.
“Promise me no more firsts without prior warning,” he said as he pulled up his jeans and gathered her close again.
“I promise.”
He kissed her smiling lips. “Your mouth is lethal.”
“Just think how good it’ll be with practice.”
Chapter Seventeen
AFTER AN INCREDIBLE night with Grant, Jules dreamed about being naked with him in explicit and erotic detail. She knew he was trying to do right by her when he’d kissed her good night and said, I’d ask you to stay, but I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. She’d been this close to saying she wanted that. But she’d wondered if he was also going slow because of his leg, and she didn’t want to rush him any more than he wanted to rush her. She wished he could see her dreams, so he would understand that she dreamed of him exactly as he was, missing leg, scars, and all. Maybe she should tell him how hot and bothered those dreams made her. She’d tried to relieve the pressure herself, but those little tremors she’d caused only made her want her earthquake-inducing boyfriend even more. The cold shower she’d taken hadn’t even relieved the sexual tension buzzing inside her like a swarm of bees. It was like every sexy thing she and Grant did opened another portal to her desires, making her crave more. What would she dream about after they made love?
She tucked a change of clothes into her bag and headed out the door dressed in an old sweatshirt and jeans, ready to paint—and nearly tripped over a bag of Almond Joys on the landing. Her heart soared before she even read the note taped to them—My girl should never miss out on her favorite things. I’m hoping to make that list. Can’t wait to see you. Grant
Didn’t he know he’d already made it? She’d been falling for him from afar for months. What they had wasn’t based on only their physical connection. She’d thought she wanted the unstoppable desire her sisters had spoken of, but what she hadn’t realized was that those urges came from the unrelenting desire to be part of a special someone’s life, to see them happy, to grow with them, for them, and because of them. It was that certain something her parents had always talked about. She didn’t need to try to name it. It was enough to feel it.
She stopped at the Sweet Barista for some of Keira’s famous baked goodies. Maybe if she fed her stomach, the rest of her body would calm the heck down, too.
Keira was putting a tray of croissants into the display cabinet when Jules stepped up to the counter. “Hey, Jules. I’ll be right there. I’m short-staffed today.” She finished what she was doing and said, “Well, that’s definitely not a walk-of-shame outfit.”