Needed her.
His hands on her head, he thrust his cock toward her mouth, and she parted her lips, letting him in. Jesus, the way she took him down, tongue caressing, cheeks hollowing, throat swallowing—the way she moaned in pleasure with every stroke—made him harder.
Hands on his ass, she dug her nails into his flesh, a demand and a plea as she pulled his hips in tighter and begged him for more. Oh God! On the edge, his cock throbbed, his balls constricted. Shit! He was gonna come. Hard. Years of pent-up desire, fear, frustration, love—all of it at once—it was too fucking much for one person to take, and he pulled free.
“No!” she cried, the single note of desperation cracking him in half as she palmed his dick with one hand and shoved him forward with the other, taking him in deep. Her tongue lashed over sensitive flesh, swirling and twirling while her teeth scraped, and his cock pulsed to the beat of her heart.
Fucking hell! He wanted to destroy her perfect mouth, shoot hot come down her throat, claim her like a wild animal in heat. He fought her hold and pulled free once more. “Becca?—”
“Please! I want all of you. I need all of you. Take me. Make me yours and come in my mouth.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I can’t—oh, fuck!”
She sucked him from base to tip, her tongue lavishing exquisite attention on his head before she popped off and took a panting breath. “You won’t hurt me, Jay. I promise. Fuck my mouth. Come down my throat. I want you to.”
Her pleading words snapped his restraint, and in a frenzy of lust, he did as she asked, and he fucked her mouth with rough abandon. His gaze locked on hers, he thrust his hips again and again while she urged him on, her fingers buried in the crack of his ass, clinging, begging, taking him to the breaking point.
His heart pounded. Sweat broke over his skin. His vision blurred. And with another desperate tug on her hair, he buried himself to the hilt and came so fucking hard he saw an entire galaxy of planets explode behind his closed lids.
Holy fuck!
“Becca!” Cut down at the knees and about to go down, he pulled free of her greedy little mouth mid-orgasm, and to keep from crushing her, he pitched his full weight backwards. Mistake.
With his pants low around his hips, his feet tangled in Becca’s discarded sweatshirt, and he lost his balance. His shoulders hit the wall with enough force to leave a dent in the drywall before he tumbled sideways and fell through the door leading into the walk-in closet.
Arms pin-wheeling, he grabbed for anything he could get a hold of, and a fistful of fabric slowed his momentum for a heartbeat. Then the sweater he’d grabbed onto slipped off the hanger, creating a ripple effect of chaos as he continued his postcoital journey to the floor amid a tumble of clothes.
He landed on his back with a lung-emptying, bone-crushing thump while a cascade of empty wooden hangers rained down around him like they’d been dropped from the Black Hawk at twenty thousand feet.
Forced to cover his head with his arms to keep from losing an eye or two, he heard Becca scream his name, followed by a thump, and the breaking of glass. Concerned, but unable to respond thanks to the searing pain radiating from his shoulder, he yelled, “Becca!” Shit! Fuck! He needed to check on her, but couldn’t move an inch, never mind get up to investigate.
“Jay! OHMYGOD! Are you alright?” She appeared in the doorway like an avenging angel before she stepped on his foot in her rush to get to him, and more hangers flew the coup as she stumbled headfirst toward him.
Scared she might get hurt in the fall, he swept his arm out, cleared the debris field from his upper body, and caught her around the biceps in time to redirect her full landing onto his chest.
Her forehead punched against his sternum with enough force to knock any remaining air out of both his lungs, and in more than a little bit of shock, they clung to each other without saying a word. Seconds passed while he listened for the telltale sign they’d been heard, and yep, the door to his bedroom banged open in record time.
“What the fuck?” Cody barked.
“Jay?” Jamie yelled.
“Is everyone alright?” Chase demanded from far too close.
“We’re fine,” Jay replied, trying and failing to cover Becca’s naked ass with the downed shirt currently trapped beneath his hip. “Don’t come in.” He gave up and covered her butt cheeks with his hands, the move doing little to protect her privacy, but a lot to speed his recovery.
“Holy shit,” Gray said, her voice carrying a serious note of awe at what Jay imagined was a swath of destruction.
“Baby, I told you to wait in our room until I gave the all-clear.”
“Fuck the all-clear. Jay,” she called out, and he knew the next thing out of her mouth would be a threat, because Gray lived for these opportunities to shine. “If you hurt Rebecca, I’m gonna show her where the C-4 is.”
He huffed a laugh, and Becca squeaked. “I’m fine! We just kind of…uh…tripped and fell.”
“How the hell did you?—”
“Did he knock you over with his big dick?” Gray asked, cutting off Cody and forcing a groan out of Chase.
“Uh…”
