“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
I answer his question with another kiss. He’s hungry for me and I can’t help but return his intensity. This heat between us has been simmering since we locked eyes a few hours ago, and I have to chase it.
The hard bulge between his legs presses against my core, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. He swallows it as he draws me closer. I’m not the only one who’s powerless to resist the pull between us.
His teeth nip at my lips as he backs away just long enough to tug at the straps of my borrowed dress. I want to shimmy and let them fall to my sides, but they’re not budging.
His fingers slide under the thin fabric as I shake my head. “Don’t pull on them. They’ll snap in half, and then I’ll be stuck walking out of here in my bra.”
JT’s wicked smile tells me my words are doing nothing to deter him. “And I’ll incur the wrath of my best friend for tearing her dress. She’s tiny but mighty. Trust me.”
He says nothing, just glides his hands down to cup my breasts. They feel full and heavy in his hands, and as his thumbs skim over my nipples, I gasp.
This dress needs to go.
I’m not sure if I say the words out loud or if they’re just running on a loop in my head. Or if JT has said them, and mymind enthusiastically agrees. What I do know is that my hands cover his and guide them down the curves of my body before letting them linger at the hem of the little black dress.
Anchoring my grip on his shoulders, I lift myself slightly. “Take it off,” I command.
There’s no hesitation. No pause. Just action. Viv’s dress hits the floor, or maybe it lands in the sink. I don’t have a clue. All I can think about is the fire in JT’s eyes as they roam over my body.
It doesn’t matter that my bra is black and my thong is pink with blue lace. I can’t muster up the energy to care that I haven’t shaved my legs in a week. I’m not sucking anything in or turning my body so that he sees me from the best angle.
JT clearly doesn’t care about any of that. He grips my waist with his right hand and adjusts his dick with his left.
“Every inch of you is perfect, Maggie,” he tells me softly as he leans in and starts a trail of kisses from my jaw, down my neck, across my collarbone, until he reaches my breast. He’s kissing me there with the same intensity—the same promise—as he kissed my lips. There’s no rush, no hurry. JT is perfectly content to kiss me through the lace, and I have to admit the friction is working for me. “Every fucking inch,” he repeats, giving each breast a squeeze.
JT may want to take his sweet time adoring every part of my body, and while I’m not complaining, I’m not nearly as patient as he is. Bracing my arms behind me, I lean back to give him more room to play.
“Is that a hint?” he asks, his lips quirking up slightly.
“It’s more of a request,” I answer.
He breaks out into a grin. “You’re not shy about what you want, Maggie. I like that about you. I like it so much that I think you deserve a reward.”
My cheeks bloom as I think about all the possible rewards JT could dole out.
“Is it a gold star?” I ask. “Maybe a sticker?”
“Nah,” he says, still smiling. “But I promise you’ll like it.”
I can’t help but agree when he drops to his knees.
His breath is hot on my thighs, his touch soft but sure as he pulls my thong down.
“You good?” He asks, his eyes meeting mine.
“So good,” I reply.
His body commands mine and I’m all too happy to obey as he pushes my legs apart and settles in. I feel him everywhere and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
He doesn’t keep me waiting too long, thank god. A few hours ago, I didn’t know he existed, but right now, I think I’ll burst into flames if he doesn’t kiss me—right there.Right fucking there. His lips do the most delicious things to my pussy. It’s like he’s got a goddamn map or something. He’s hitting every nerve, every zone, every—ungh.
As if that wasn’t enough to scramble my brain, his fingers join the party and I damn near lose my mind. He’s stroking and licking and I’m getting lost in the sensation of his mouth on my center.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, lifting my hips because I can’t resist.
Just then, he pulls back. I’d be mad—I am mad. But all is forgiven when he offers half a smile, his lips and chin covered in my desire.
