A little bit salty? A little bit sweet? She’d always scoffed at the description in her romance books, but as it turned out, the description was pretty freaking accurate. Her second digit joined her first, and before she realized what she’d done, she’d licked her fingers clean while grinding her pussy all over Jamie’s very large, very hard cock.
With a groan, he pulled her back in for a kiss, licking his way over her lips, her teeth, her tongue. “Jesus,” he huffed. “You swallowed that down and didn’t even leave me a drop.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled against his mouth.
“I’m not. You looked so fucking sexy; I didn’t want to tell you to stop. Besides”—he put some space between them and grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt—“there’s plenty more where that came from, and I plan on eating a full meal straight from the buffet later.”
In a quick move, he dragged her shirt over her head, and it joined her coat on the seat beside them. Next, he pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts. “You like to play with these too?” He pinched her hard nipples between his thumbs and fingers, sending a zing of desire straight to her core.
“Sometimes,” she admitted, arching her back and pushing her tits into his hands.
“Show me.”
Her hands replaced his, and she cupped her breasts, lifting them while she pinched her nipples, rolling them back and forth the way she liked. The way that made her pussy ache. All the while, Jamie watched her, his burning gaze setting her on fire.
And then his mouth was on her, sucking on her nipple so hard she cried out. Pleasure bordering on pain gripped her. He was everywhere and everything. The oxygen she breathed, and the blood in her veins.More.
Her hand slapped onto the back of his neck, her fingers fisting into his hair as he raked his teeth off her flesh. A mere heartbeat later, he had her second nipple between his lips. He flicked and sucked, nipped and teased until she was a withering pool of need, so close to the orgasm she desperately chased but couldn’t quite reach. “More.”
“You begging me already?”
She managed to squeak out an affirmative sound and nothing else. Words were an impossibility with his hand digging into the back of her pants, his fingers sliding down the crack of her butt.
“Anyone ever fuck this tight little bud?” He applied a hint of pressure to her back door, and a thrilling shiver ran from her scalp to her toes.
“No.”
“What about me?” He slid his fingers through the mess between her legs, back and forth from her pussy to her asshole until she was wet and slippery everywhere. “You want me to take you back here?”
“Yes!”
“Yeah?” His low chuckle rumbled over her eardrums. “You want me to fuck you in the ass until you come?” He circled his finger around her, a slow tease that had her pushing back against his hand, wanting more, seeking more.
“Oh God. Yes!”
* * *
Fuck him.Jamie had never been with a woman so responsive. A woman so eager to be with him, her pussy was coated in her come before he even brought her to orgasm. He slicked his fingers through her wet folds, lubing them up good before returning to the tight little button he wanted to plow so bad, his dick was pulsing to the beat of his heart.
He circled his finger around, smearing her cream and getting her ready before pressing the tip inside. Hands on his shoulders, his T-shirt bunched in her fists, she moaned and shoved her hips back. “Take it slow, baby.” He slid his finger in and out, to the first knuckle and back. “We need to stretch you out so you can take my cock, but you’re so tight, it’ll take a few sessions.”
“But it feels really good.” She rocked against him, encouraging him to push his finger in deeper. Her wish his command, he gave her another inch, and another sexy moan had his dick hammering hard enough against his zipper to leave teeth marks.
Fuck, he was so turned on, he was sixteen again, and about to blow a load in his pants. “It’ll feel even better if you finger yourself.”
She didn’t hesitate, and at the sight of her hand disappearing down the front of her pants, Jamie had to bite back a moan of his own. Hot damn, he would’ve liked to see Summer’s fingers slide inside her cunt, but the expression on her face was fucking exquisite, and he wanted to burn the image into his memory.
“Tell me how it feels,” he ordered.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “It feels amazing, like I’m too full, and not full enough, and the friction. I want…”
She dropped her chin to her chest, her shallow breaths panting in and out while she moved her hips back and forth, faster and harder with each rolling thrust.
He grabbed her jaw with his free hand and lifted her head. “Look at me while you fuck our fingers, Summer.”
She lifted her eyes, locking her gaze with his. “There’s my good girl.” He rewarded her by burying his finger as deep as it could go. “Now tell me what you want.”
“I want more,” she cried out, bucking between their hands.
