“Your taste …” He gave me a sample of his tongue work, swiping it across my belly button. “It’s fucking lethal.”
As tempting as it was, I didn’t ask for more detail.
Because I knew.
And because I felt the same way about him.
Once his lips rose to mine, I put my finger on his lips and said, “Your turn. Where do you want my mouth?” I traced his upper and lower lips. “Here?” That same finger ran down his chest. “Here?” I continued until my hand hovered above his dick. “Or here?” I sucked in a mouthful of air and cupped his tip, my pussy throbbing as I imagined what it was going to feel like when he was inside of me.
Penetrating me.
Fucking me so hard that all I could do was scream.
“Mmm, Jo.”
That sound, my God, it was erotic.
“I want all three.” His hands tightened, holding my face steady. “And I don’t want you to rush.”
Three
Jenner
When it came to sex, there was only one role that had been designed for me.
The lead.
I needed the control, the domination, to follow the build and get lost in the release.
It was the only time I could escape the thoughts of work, when I was truly out of my head, when my responsibilities melted away and I was focused on something else.
Right now, my complete attention was on Jo.
And that fucking mouth of hers.
She wanted to know where I wanted it, and at first, I told her I wanted it everywhere. But that direction needed some clarification because my cock was throbbing much harder than my lips.
“Get on your knees.”
A blush moved across her cheeks, reaching as high as her eyes. “You want my mouth on your dick? This doesn’t surprise me.”
“I need to feel how well you suck.”
As she got into position, she took ahold of my shaft, pumping it with her fist. “From your body to this, there’s nothing small about you, Jenner.”
I chuckled.
The moment she’d taken off my clothes, her stare had told me she appreciated how much I worked out. I was certainly a fan of the way she took care of herself—a body built for running with toned limbs and the most flawless ass, perky tits that weren’t any bigger than my palms.
As she claimed more of my cock, I held the back of her hair and said, “It’s yours, Jo.” I wrapped the long locks around my wrist. “And you don’t have to be gentle.” I hissed the moment she surrounded my tip, exhaling, “Fuuuck,” as she licked across my crown.
She swirled over the top edge, and as she lowered, adding more pressure, her mouth became a goddamn vacuum.
“Oh fuck.”
She was taking me in deeper, adding more friction to the tip, licking me like I was a fucking dripping cone.
With my fingers buried in her hair, I tried to guide her.
But she didn’t budge.
This girl wanted to do things on her own.
And if I wanted her mouth, I just had to accept that.
“Hell yes,” I moaned, handing the control right over to her, wondering what the fuck had gotten into me. But that thought dissolved as she dipped to my balls, licking each one into her mouth. “Goddamn it, that feels good.”
When her mouth returned to my cock, her hand twisting over my base, rising to the center to meet her lips, my head fell back.
She wasn’t blowing me like it was her job. She was blowing me like she was trying to get the fucking job.
“Just like that,” I roared.
I urged her deeper, to feed her more of my dick.
She didn’t move.
But the moment I let up, she dived down, giving me the suction I was after.
Bob after fucking bob.
Testing my limits.
Tightening her mouth, keeping her tongue wet like she wanted me to come.
And that was going to happen if I didn’t make her stop.
Her lips made a popping sound when I pulled out my cock.
I immediately reached for her hips and hauled her up against me. My condoms were in my suitcase in the bedroom, so that was where I carried her, placing her on the bed, where she waited while I took one out of the box, tearing off the corner of the foil with my teeth. I rolled it over me as I walked back to her and lifted her in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I held her against the nearest wall.
I rubbed the outside of her pussy, making sure she was as wet as I needed her to be.
And, goddamn it, she was.
“How fragile are you?” I devoured her mouth before she could reply, needing to taste her before I continued. “I can try to play nice …” I glanced down her chest, the hardness of her nipples begging to be bitten. “But, fuck, Jo, I don’t know if I can.”
“Then, don’t.”
I smiled. “You’re sure about that?”
“No … but yes.”
She moaned as my tip entered her, and I instantly felt the tightness of her pussy. The wetness that soaked across the rubber. The narrowness as I slid farther in.
“Fuck!” Her pussy was holding me hostage, to the point where I didn’t know if I could go in any deeper. “You have the most perfect cunt.”
Her response wasn’t words. It was a sound that vibrated through my goddamn chest.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, like she was holding on to the reins and I was bucking beneath her.
And that was what happened the moment I was fully inside her.
I stilled for a few seconds, giving her time to get used to my size, and when she lifted her hips, sinking back down over me, it was time to start the pounding.
Our skin slapped together, my balls banging against her, the top of me rubbing against her clit.
Her nails dug in harder. “Jenner!”
She had found muscle, stabbing straight into the center while she tilted her head against the wall, so I went in for her neck, pulling her flesh into my mouth before biting it.
“Oh fuck,” she cried. “I’m coming.”
I could feel it.
The way she was closing in around me.
How she ground her hips to get me in even deeper, each of my strokes allowing me to feel the quiver from inside her.
But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
I waited until her orgasm passed, and then I carried her to the bed and placed her on the mattress. While I stood on the floor in front of her, her legs spread around my waist.
“Fuck me,” I roared.
And that was what she started doing, moving her hips, meeting me as I thrust into her.
I didn’t expect the participation, especially after she just came. But she wouldn’t stop; she wouldn’t still.
Pleasure was this girl’s drug.
When it became too much, the explosion threatening to erupt in my balls, I flipped her onto her stomach and crawled up behind her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled after entering her. I knelt on the edge of the bed and gripped her hips, finding a ruthless rhythm. “And so fucking wet.”
I slid into her with no effort—she was that turned on—and I felt her contract with each plunge. From here, I had the perfect view of her body, the sleekness of her arched back, the sides of her tits, the roundness of her incredible ass.