“Please don’t make me beg,” she said, gripping his hair.
“I won’t tonight, even though it drives me wild when you say please.”
“Touch me. Just touch me,” she said, panting now. The need from her was so intense it tore through him, lust spreading across every inch of his body.
But he couldn’t resist the game. “Tell me what you want,” he said, making it clear this was an order. “Say it. Tell me where you want my mouth right now.”
“Please, Jack. Lick me, eat me, taste me, fuck me with your tongue.”
He hissed out a breath. God, he loved that kind of mouth.
He licked her once, groaning from the intoxicating taste of her wet pussy. Flattening his tongue, he licked her again and she cried out. She let go of his hair, and brought her right hand to her chest. Touching herself, feeling her own breast. Fuck, that was hot.
“I need you to do something,” he told her, looking up at her.
“Yes?” she said, her eyes hazy.
“Give me all of your pussy. Don’t hold back.”
That was all she needed. One piece of instruction, and she took it quickly. She started rocking her hips into his face as he kissed her delicious wetness, narrowing in on her clit, sucking it in his mouth as she arched into him. He glanced up again; her lips were parted, her mouth open, her breathing turning into erratic pants, signaling her need. She was so damn sensuous. She was like sex on fire.
She ran her other hand through her hair, gripping it hard, and in that instant he could picture her as she masturbated, threading a hand through her hair or fondling a breast as she took herself there. There was something about a sexy woman who liked to play with herself that brought him to his knees. Maybe it was why he did what he did for a living, but to find a woman this gorgeous who was so clearly in touch with her own need to come made his blood turn hotter than hell.
“Oh God, please stop,” she called out.
He looked up at her, but didn’t cease the attention he lavished on her swollen clit. He lapped her up, flicking his tongue against her, causing her to buck against his mouth. The thought of being covered in her juices stiffened his cock even further, straining against his zipper.
“Stop, you have to stop, you have to stop,” she said, like a plea.
He relented, pulling back. “You okay?”
“Yes. I’m just going to come so soon, and I want to do it with you inside me.”
As much as he wanted to press his hands on the inside of her thighs, spread her wider and ignore her request, he was also a gentleman, and if the lady wanted something different far be it from him to deny her wishes.
He rose, starting to unzip his pants. “I’m only stopping because you asked. But since you denied me the pleasure of tasting you come, I want to warn you that I fully intend to tease the ever-loving fuck out of your pussy the next time I’m down there.”
His eyes were fixed on her, and he watched as she shivered, her shoulders shaking briefly as if his words had sent a wave of pleasure through her body. “I can live with that,” she said, and in seconds she was unknotting his tie and unbuttoning his shirt in a flurry. She pressed her hands against his chest, and he hissed in a breath at the feel of her touch on his bare skin for the first time.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said.
He nodded, grinned at her as she worked the final buttons. “I do, and it’s kind of a funny story because I didn’t have one when I walked into this hotel,” he said, reciprocating with her shirt, stripping it off. “When I got the room, I asked the desk clerk if he happened to have a condom. He winked at me, slapped one in my palm, and said ‘Always happy to help a dude out.’”
She laughed, the sound like a wind chime, and it dropped down in his heart for the briefest of moments. What the hell? This was a one-night stand. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything anywhere except in his groin, so he focused on that, ignoring the fact that he’d had a fantastic time with her at the bar, and that one of the reasons he wanted her so badly was that he liked her mind as much as her body.
But her body . . . here before him . . . that’s what he needed right now, and he had a mission—make her come once, twice, then a third time. A night like this, a woman like her, one time would never satisfy him.
He took the condom from his pocket. He guided her hand back to his briefs, and pressed her palm against his erection. She drew a sharp breath as she touched him for the first time, and her reaction sent a shiver down his spine. “I like,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said softly, moving her hands to the waistband. “Take them off.”
She pushed his unzipped pants and his briefs down to his knees, then stared at his cock. She ran the tip of her tongue across her teeth and swallowed hard.
“I like it very, very much,” she said, sounding mesmerized as she gazed at his hard length. She took him in her hand and stroked him several times, and he nearly growled from the pleasure that ricocheted through his body as she touched him. Quickly, he stilled her hand. “You made me stop, so now I’m going to make you stop.”
He pressed the condom into her palm, and buzzed his lips along her neck up to her ear. “Put it on me,” he said in a firm voice, giving her a command.
She opened the wrapper, tossing it to the floor, then slid it on him. She tugged his body closer, rubbing the head of his cock across her slippery wetness. A wave of heat licked his veins, scorching him. He welcomed it. Fucking gladly.