Page 12 of Second Go-Round
I noted a black duffle on the floor and wondered at the toys and sex paraphernalia inside. Reid had the same Elite-provided bag on his and Jessica’s date—or so I’d been told, but all he’d used was the massage oil.
Jarod lowered onto the seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.
“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.
I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and me in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.
“For the first fuck, I’m going to take you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your sweet pussy until you squirm.”
“I like the way you think,” I echoed his earlier words, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.
His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.
“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.
“Comfy enough. Now, blow my mind.”
Jarod made a low growly sound. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
Chapter 6
Jarod
I hooked my fingers under the sides of Christine’s panties and pulled them down her long, shapely legs, releasing her heeled feet one at a time. The scent of honeysuckle and her arousal swarmed the air around me, making my mouth water.
Tossing the panties aside, I grasped her knees, spreading her legs wide.
A low groan rose in my chest over the trimmed red hairs atop her pubis. A lot of men loved the bare look, but I’d always had a thing for the appearance of maturity. Fucking loved the musky scent that clung between a woman’s thighs too.
“So pretty.” I thumbed over her mound and leaned in, nosing along her curves. Her need flooded my senses, and I breathed in deeply.
Christine muttered something about me being an animal while threading her fingers through my hair.
I grunted in agreement and licked up through her tangy wetness.
Delicious.
Glancing upward with my second stroke, I found Christine’s eyes shut, her head tipped back. Settling in to eat her out until she creamed all over my chin, I gladly went to work. Tongue, nose, and teeth, I didn’t fuck around, but I tortured her with my lust to taste every inch of her soft petals before latching onto her clit.
Christine ground against my face, chasing her orgasm, but I released my suction and dipped low once more, trailing the tip of my tongue over her hole and beneath, searching out her tight pucker.
“Oh, God.” She gulped as I rimmed her ass, softening the flesh until I could probe inside without difficulty.
Humming my approval at her body’s submission to my tongue, I lapped back up to her clit, nipping and suckling until she panted, writhing against my hold on her spread thighs.
“Jarod,” she breathed, her raspy tone a kick of lust to my tight balls.
“Mmm,” I hummed against her clit and descended once more to keep her on the edge.
“Goddamnit!” She yanked on my hair as I roamed southward with a snicker. Blinking open passion-hazed eyes, she caught my gaze. Her grasp tightened on my hair. “Please. I need to come.”
Leaning back, I licked her arousal from my lips and pressed two fingers into her soaked core. We both let out a moan, and my dick throbbed, desperate to bury in her slick heat.
“Is this what you need, Christine?” Still holding her gaze, I flicked my tongue over her protruding nub while slowly pumping into her body. “My fingers fucking your pussy and my mouth on your clit?”
“Oh, fuck.” Her head tipped back again as I latched onto her thickened nub. “Don’t stop. Please…Christ, don’t stop!”
Nothing better than a begging woman shuddering beneath your touch. Continuing to suckle, I twisted my wrist, pushing deeper, fingertips rubbing…searching.
