Their curls touched.
Delight barreled through her, setting her heart to a dangerous pace. She brought his mouth to hers and plunged her tongue inside.
He groaned then pumped at a leisurely clip, sliding in and out of her as if they had all the time in the world.
She didn’t want this night to end and deepened her kiss.
He thumbed her clit.
Pleasure shot in every direction, pulling a shudder from her. She curled her toes as well as she could given her heels. With each stroke he offered her nub, she lost more control, willing to yield fully, unafraid where her feelings would take her.
An alluring heaviness settled between her legs. Her nipples tightened so much they stung.
He thrust harder and faster, finger fucking her at the same speed.
Wicked good.
But too much too soon. Damn. She couldn’t hold off.
She pulled her mouth from his, gasped, and surrendered, a pulse beating deep within her pussy. The room spun. She couldn’t catch her breath. Higher and higher she soared then tumbled back to earth, into his arms, panting worse than a long-distance runner.
His thrusts didn’t abate, his hair dancing over his forehead on each solid pump, his gaze intense, seeing only her.
Pleased, she gripped his biceps.
He grinned wolfishly, stilled, then threw his head back and shouted, not even trying to control himself.
Damn, I like you so fucking much. Experiencing such intense feelings this soon wasn’t wise, but she couldn’t stop and cradled him close. His rough breaths warmed her neck.
He shivered.
She rubbed his back. “Holy shit, that was awesome.”
Chuckling, he struggled to his elbows, hauled in air then looked at her, his eyes hooded. “You think?”
“I know.” She brushed her lips over his. “I want to eat you.”
His head hung down. Perspiration dripped from his nose and landed on her breast. He licked it away then swirled his tongue around her nipple.
New delight glided through her, followed by excitement and a desperate need for more, every-freaking-thing. She shivered.
He huffed out a breath. “Later.”
“Huh?”
“You can eat me later.”
Not good enough. She’d waited practically forever to be with him and didn’t want to waste another second to have what she wanted. “If you’re tired, you can sleep while I play with your X-rated parts.”
After blinking repeatedly, he looked at her, his eyes unnaturally wide. “I’m not tired. My cock and balls are sensitive enough to kill me if you lick them. Give me a sec.”
“If you insist.” She folded her arms behind her head. “Any suggestions on what I should do while I wait?”
“Don’t move.” Remaining inside her, he sat on his heels, stifled a yawn, then caressed her breasts.
Her nipples stiffened. Pleasure thrummed through her. “Don’t stop.”
“I hadn’t intended to.” He toyed with her nipples, tugging and thumbing them, making the tips über-receptive. While he drew one into his mouth, he fondled her other breast.
Moisture seeped from her slit. A delicious ache centered in her nub, saying it wanted more stimulation and another release.
He slipped out of her, but before she could complain, he scooted down and settled her legs on his shoulders, his mouth on her plump folds.
Heat and pleasure raced through her so quickly she came alive in places she’d forgotten she owned and gripped his comforter.
He licked her nub once, twice, then more times than she could count.
She lifted her butt, giving him greater access.
Holding her clit between his teeth, he licked feverishly, then worked two fingers inside her sheath, his thumb stroking her anus.
Oh my fucking God. Too many feelings battered her, making it impossible to concentrate on any one. Delight ribboned down her legs, shot up her arms, touched the back of her mouth and scalp. Totally kick-ass.
He didn’t let up or slow down, playing her as he would an instrument, bringing her to the point of no return.
She gritted her teeth, fought release, and failed.
The precious climax took her here, there, and everywhere without warning. A steady beat contracted her pussy. She labored for air.
Jake’s kiss stole it.
She tasted herself on his lips and him, too, liking his flavor best.
At last, he eased away to lie at her side and stroked her eyebrows, lashes, and mouth.
She laughed and turned her face from him. “That tickles.”
“Seriously? Are you ticklish?”
Giving a truthful answer would be stupid. “Dunno. The few guys who’ve tried got my knee in their balls.”
He grinned.
Her heart turned over at his deep dimple. His smile made him seem young, boyish, and sweet.
His thickening cock pressed against her hip said otherwise. She couldn’t tell if he wasn’t tired, as he’d said, or was simply showing off. She longed for the latter. Having him strut his stuff for her was a prize like no other. “Stay where you are.”
Before he could stop her, she shot to a sitting position and straddled him, her back to his front.
He stroked between her ass cheeks. “Bad girl.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “You have no idea.”
“Prove it.”
A challenge she couldn’t resist. After peeling off his condom and tossing it on the nightstand, she scooted down until his family jewels were beneath her face and her pussy loomed above his mouth. And then she dived in, pressing her lips to his cock and balls. Enchanted, she inhaled deeply, relishing his musky scent, heat, and virility. He was pure male, but also a good guy. His respect for her career goal and understanding what she had to endure with the turds at work were amazing. No aphrodisiac could match that.
She licked his length.
He shuddered.
Enjoying her power over him, she tongued his meaty crown, paying particular attention to the bumpy skin on the back.
He tensed, growled, then pulled her down, his mouth on her cleft.
If he thought she’d cave, he was dead freaking wrong. She planned to give him the best head he’d ever experienced, even if it meant delaying her own climax.
Hardened against her inner desires, she flicked her tongue down his sumptuous cock, then eased it aside and took his right ball into her mouth.
He gasped. “Holy fuck.” He lifted himself to get closer.
Adoring his reaction, she suckled gently and stroked his furrow, lingering on his anus.
A groan spilled from him, followed by another gasp.
She took her time, loving his ball tenderly, enjoying the hair-roughened skin. Cocks were a miracle, but balls… To her, there wasn’t anything more masculine than a weighty sac.
Finished with his right one, she showered attention on his left.
He squirmed as well as he could, which wasn’t a lot. Pleased noises poured from him, stoking her passion, encouraging boldness.
She eased her little finger into his anus.
He growled.
Until he told her to stop, no way would she be a good girl. After lavishing his ball with licks and sucks, she took his cock into her mouth.
He shouted an oath and tongued her slit.
Heated waves rolled through her, building ecstasy she had to resist. Focused on his pleasure, she took his dick inside her mouth inch by stunning inch, opening her throat to contain him fully.
His licks on her pussy faltered and stopped.
Grateful for the reprieve, she eased his final girth inside, her nose touching his dark thatch.
He made a gurgling noise and coughed.
She worked him in her mouth as her sheath would, then sucked harder and licked faster as she reached the head, increasing the friction.
A sound more animal than human escaped him. He dug his heels into the comforter and beat his fists against it.
No way would she stop, not even if his cop buddies strolled in here and commented on the show. She wanted to use Jake carnally, coaxing him toward climax, but not yet letting him come.
He swore repeatedly then went at her as if she were the last woman on earth, licking her slick folds, tonguing her nub, exploring her anus.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. She should have known better than to think he’d play fair. The man was a sex machine, not sleeping after orgasm, knowing the right moves when it came to her.
Determined, she battled her arousal, ignoring her tension and aching clit.
He sucked her nub harder and stroked faster.
She shuddered but wouldn’t give up. If she could take stupid BS from her cretin coworkers, she’d not only survive this—she’d beat Jake at his own game.
Knowing every man’s weakness, she concentrated on the uneven skin behind his crown where the feeling was most intense.
He twisted but kept tonguing her clit.
She dug her nails into the comforter and slid her mouth up and down his cock at piston-like speed.
His roar filled the room, his come spurting into her mouth as she shattered.
Dizzy and trembling, she drank the creamy offering, then licked his balls and curls.
Their ragged breaths filled the room. Neither budged.
She wasn’t certain she ever would again.
“Come here.” Panting, he gathered her close and cradled her face, his thumb on her mouth. “Comfortable?”
She licked his digit, satisfaction and sleep pressing close. “Yeah. You?”
“Only if you don’t make me perform again.”
“Ever?”
He gave her a look. “For the next two minutes, at which time I’ll be ready to go again.”
Smiling at his boast, she snuggled closer. “Deal.”
Chapter Four
For the first time since Krista was a teen and had worked a crappy after-school job, she wanted to call in sick.
Jake lay on his stomach, legs spread wide, arms above his head, his broad back and tight ass more enticing than life, air, or chocolate.
By her guestimate, they had fifteen rubbers left before he had to break open a new box. Enough protection to last until tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, sunlight bled around his bedroom blinds, telling her it was past two in the afternoon. They hadn’t fallen asleep until five a.m., exhausted from playing. Now it was over.
She sagged but did the adult thing and left the bed as quietly as she could, got dressed, then grabbed her phone in the living room and tapped a ride-share app, the driver’s arrival projected at fifteen minutes.
Finished, she hurried back to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway, wanting to watch Jake sleep. Weird, maybe, but seeing him at peace comforted her as few things could and also stirred her need for intimacy.
She climbed on the bed and straddled him.
He jerked then lifted his head. “What?”
“I didn’t say anything.” She kissed his cheek and ground her pussy against his ass. “Did you sleep well?”
“I guess.” He tried to roll them over but couldn’t. “What are you doing?”
“Talking.” She ran her fingers up and down his ribs.
He yelped. “Jesus, stop! That tickles!”
No kidding. “Seriously? You’re ticklish?”
Laughter spilled from him. He struggled to reach her and gripped her knee. “Hey.” He felt further up her leg. “You’re dressed?”
“Had to. If I answer your front door naked when my ride gets here, you’d have to arrest me.”
“Ride?” Again, he tried to roll them over, grunting from the effort. “Screw this.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her off him.
She hit the bed.
He crawled to her side and pushed his face into hers.
She loved his rumpled hair and bristly cheeks. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He kissed her deep, hard, and long, stopping only when they needed a breath. “Why’d you call for a ride?” Disappointment raced across his face. “What time is it?”
“Nearly three. I have to get ready for work.”
Deeper regret pinched his features. “I could have driven you.”
“You would have had to get dressed.” She stroked his beard-roughened jaw. “That would be a crime. Besides, I want you rested.”
He glanced at her top and pants. “For what? You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“They do come off. But I’m talking about the day after tomorrow.” She finger combed his hair. “I have the whole day off then, and so do you.”
He captured her hand and kissed the tats on her wrist. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“A museum.”
His pleasure collapsed, dismay replacing it. “Huh?”
“Trust me, you’ll love it.” She pecked his mouth. “Have I disappointed you up to this point?”
He fingered her top. “I would have preferred to wake up to skin.”
“Later. For now, though…” She scrambled off the bed, away from his reach. “Stay where you are. Rest. I want you prepared.”
He pushed to a sitting position. “For what?”
“Later.” Laughing, she ran to the living room, grabbed her purse, and waited near the street for her ride.
Before it got there, Jake opened the front door. To her relief, he’d pulled on his jeans. He padded toward the curb.
A late-model sedan pulled up, the older woman offering a wide smile.
Krista blew Jake a kiss, piled inside, and missed him immediately, but tried to hang on to her good mood.
An hour later, she slogged into Here 4 U, toughened against whatever crap would come.
Two male coworkers fell silent.
Hank, an ex-Marine, liked to bluster and throw his weight around, especially since the current mood in this country gave everyone license to just be themselves, no matter how obnoxious their behavior.
He made a dismissive noise. “Looks like the D team is here. Lucky us.”
Rich sniffed. “This is what happens when a woman can’t get laid.”
“Woman?” Hank make a show of craning his neck and glancing around the locker room. “What woman? I don’t see any.”
Patience. They’re idiots. Ignore them.
She strode to her locker.
Someone had taped a printout of a vintage ad showing a woman kneeling by a man in a bed, delivering his breakfast. The caption read, SHOW HER IT’S STILL A MAN’S WORLD. ALWAYS WILL BE. The “still” and “always will be” had been inked in.
Hank and Rich chuckled.
She couldn’t imagine what would have possessed their wives to marry them. Surely both women could have done better. After grabbing her stuff, Krista left the room without taking down the poster. In middle school, when the cool kids teased her for having braces and glasses, she learned anger or hurt got her nowhere. The taunts simply accelerated. Indifference, however… No one could fight with someone who refused to engage in the battle.
Besides, once she owned her franchises and the jerks here applied for jobs because she paid better than everyone else, she’d smile sweetly then tell them to fuck off.
Until then, she had a job to excel at and pleasure to pursue.
Poor Jake. When she’d mentioned going to a museum, the look on his face had been priceless. To his credit, he hadn’t moaned or whined like most guys would, but then, their time together was still new, him on his best behavior. Her, too.
Somehow, she couldn’t imagine him being cruel and saying her idea was stupid. He wasn’t the type. He’d simply nix her suggestion and offer another.
Was he ever going to be surprised by what she had in mind.
Pleased at her plan, she reached her first appointment, located in an upscale retirement community. Despite the suffocating heat, an older man stood on the porch, arms crossed over his sport shirt, his white shorts and socks glaringly bright against his spindly legs.
When she exited her truck, he frowned
and looked past her.
Possibly for the real plumber.
She’d liked Jake’s greeting much better when he realized she was the one doing the work. Slapping on her nicest smile, she approached.
“Hi, Mr. Grogan. I’m Krista. I hear you’re having problems with your shower.”
“Ah, yeah.” Confusion filled his face. “You’re going to fix it?”
“I am, and anything else that’s giving you trouble.”
Caution filled his eyes. He didn’t open the front door or budge from it. “The girl who answered the phone didn’t say the company would be sending a woman.”
Krista grinned good-naturedly. “I know. They should have, right? But I promise, I’ll do the job quickly and expertly. My boss and parents wouldn’t expect anything less.”
He scratched his neck. “Your mom and dad know you’re doing this?”
“Oh yeah. They paid for my training when they really couldn’t afford it.” A lie, but she had to win over his mind and heart. “Believe me, I gave them every cent back once I got this job. I believe in paying my bills and taking care of myself.”
He brightened. “You’re an unusual young woman.”
“Thanks. My folks are pleased with me.” She shrugged. “I try to make them proud.”
“I bet you do.” He opened the door. “Would you like something cool to drink before you get started? It’s a hot one, isn’t it?”
“Pure awful. I’d love some ice water, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Come in, come in.” He gestured her into the house and haunted her moves as she worked. Not to make sure she didn’t fuck up, but to talk. He’d lost his wife earlier in the year.
Krista offered sympathetic comments from the heart. He was a sweet old guy, and she hoped he’d find happiness again someday.
After she finished unclogging the shower and getting the flow back in the head, he asked her to check out the kitchen sink. “It’s draining a little slow.”
“That’s not good. Let’s have a look.” She followed him into the room.
Her cell phone pinged.
A text from Jake.
“Sorry.” She smiled sweetly at Mr. Grogan. “It’s work. I have to take this. Be back in a flash.”
“Take your time.” He sank to a chair. “Don’t rush.”
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