Taking A Shot (32 page)

She pulled his pants and briefs down over his hips, dragged them off, and threw them on the chair.

His cock jutted up, ready for the taking, but she ignored it, instead rising up to undo the bottom button of his shirt…slowly.

Goddamn it.

“Let me do that.” He reached for the buttons, but she grabbed his hands and laid them on the sofa.

“No. This is my job.”

Shit.

She undid the second button, and the third, then the fourth, and he broke into a sweat. Who knew the act of undoing shirt buttons could make him even harder?

When she’d undone the last button she drew his shirt apart and laid her palms on his chest.

“I love your body, Tyler, the smoothness of your chest.” She mapped her way down his ribs and over his stomach. “The way your muscles move under my hands.”

His abs jerked when she got the action going lower, anticipation building when she swept her hands below his navel. She bent and kissed him there, her breasts brushing his cock.

And didn’t that get his imagination going? He’d love to rub his cock head over her sensitive nipples. How would she react to that? He filed that thought away for later.

Right now he focused on her hands, the way she planted them on his thighs. Her touch was light, her nails torture as she lightly scraped them across his inner thighs. His balls tightened and he gritted his teeth, refusing to beg her to touch him, even though he really wanted her to.

She rose up and laid between his legs, lightly resting her body against him, and pressed her lips to his. He started to wrap his arms around her but she grabbed his hands again and laid them on the couch.

“No. Don’t touch me. Let me touch you.”

“This is going to be hard, Jenna.”

She smiled against his lips. “That’s the idea.”

She kissed him, her tongue rimming his bottom lip before pressing her mouth against his. He tasted wine and something sweet—cinnamon, maybe. She deepened the kiss, cradling his head between her hands and moving her body against his in a seductive tease.

He wanted to touch her, to lift her dress and feel her naked ass. But this was her game and he’d play by her rules…for now. So he kept his hands to himself while she undulated against him and drove him crazy until all the blood—and every thought—rushed to his dick.

She moved her lips across his jaw, lightly nipping him there. He growled at her, and she gave him a low, throaty laugh that made his balls quiver in response.

“Jenna,” he warned.

She ignored him, dragging her tongue along his throat and toward his shoulder. She bit him again, this time harder. He hissed, digging his fingers in the material of the sofa. If he had his way, he’d grab her, hoist her onto his dick, and fuck her until they both came. He was more than ready, and her scent filled the room. This game she played turned her on, too. He could give them what they both wanted.

But he wasn’t going to have this his way.

She kissed his chest, lightly sliding her tongue across his nipples. His nipple hardened and she wrapped her teeth around one and tugged, flicking it with her tongue at the same time.

He hissed in a breath, digging his heels into the rug.

She bit down harder, then released his nipple and graced him with a devilish smile.

“Come up here,” he said.

She shook her head and sunk lower, flicked her tongue out, and
slid down his stomach. The silky fabric of her dress floated over his cock, her body dragging over him.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

“I’m trying to please you.”

“It would please me if you’d climb on my dick and fuck me.”

She laughed. “Later.”

She sank to the carpet and kissed each thigh, each time making her way closer to his cock and balls. He held his breath whenever she got close, then expelled a disappointed sigh when she moved away.

The woman was good at torture.

But when she lapped at his balls, he let out a low groan, certain he’d died and gone to heaven. And when her tongue blazed a trail from the underside of his cock all the way to his cock head, he was sure he’d have to do some serious math to keep from blowing his load right then, because he was primed and ready to go off.

She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, then swallowed him whole and took him all the way to the back of her throat. He groaned, watching his cock disappear in her mouth while at the same time feeling the suction, the wet heat as her mouth surrounded him.

She cradled his balls in her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze as she trapped his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, then let go, rolling her tongue over him and popping his cock out of her mouth to lick the head like a lollipop.

Watching his cock head wet from her mouth made his balls tighten up hard as knots. And when she took him deep again and squeezed him with a swallow, he knew he wasn’t going to last.

“Jenna, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

She grabbed the base of his cock and began to pump while bobbing up and down on his cock and flicking her tongue over him. He
felt his orgasm approach like a runaway freight train and dug in his heels, shoving his cock deep into her mouth.

And when it hit, it felt like the top of his head came off.

“Oh, yeah.” He exploded, filling her mouth with the spill of hot come, his entire body shaking with the effort as he poured out everything he had. She sucked him hard and squeezed his balls until he was empty.

He was wasted. So wasted, he could barely draw in a breath. He couldn’t do a damn thing for a few minutes but lay there, his head resting against the back of the sofa, feeling Jenna’s pounding heart against his thigh. When he could finally raise his head, he smoothed his hand over her hair. She seemed content to lie there, waiting for him, but he knew there was more she needed—more he needed.

He finally pulled her up onto his lap and buried his fingers in the softness of her hair. He put his lips on hers, taking the kiss he’d wanted to take when she’d denied him. She kissed him back with a soft moan and he slid his tongue in her mouth, licking along her velvety softness. He lifted her dress and filled his hands with her sweet ass, running his fingers over the silkiness of her skin, rocking her against his fast-hardening cock.

“Touch me,” she said, arching her back.

He filled his hands with her breasts, wanting her naked so he could lick and suck her nipples, but loving the sexiness of her wearing this dress. He wanted to be inside her while she wore this dress. The silk draped over his legs, teasing him with what he couldn’t see. He teased her nipples through the silk, then covered one breast with his mouth, sucking the nipple through the material.

She gasped and grabbed his head, holding him there while he used his teeth to pleasure her.

“I love when you touch me like that,” she whispered, and he grasped the other nipple between his fingers and squeezed.

She clamped down on him with her thighs, telling him how good it was.

He bent her backward in order to reach his pants and found the condom in his pocket.

“Let me,” she said, undoing the wrapper.

She applied the condom, her hands warm and gentle as she slid it down inch by torturous inch until he was fully sheathed.

But first he wanted to make her come, wanted her shattered and shaking before he slid his cock inside her.

He lifted her dress and put his hand to her sex. She was wet, her sweet aroma intoxicating him more than any alcohol ever could. He swept his hand over her, teasing the nub with his fingertip until she tilted her head back and arched her pussy against his hand.

He dipped a finger inside her, felt her quivering and tightening around him. He rubbed his thumb over her clit and she whimpered.

He loved seeing her body respond to his touch, watching her face tighten as she fought for her orgasm. He moved his finger inside her and rolled his thumb over the piercing.

“I’m going to come, Tyler.”

He quickened his finger movement and used the heel of his hand on her clit.

She came apart, dropping her head onto his shoulder as she rode the waves of her orgasm. He held his finger inside her while until the quakes lessened, then pulled her onto his lap and onto his cock.

He could still feel the contractions of her body as he filled her.

“Mmm,” she said as she settled over him. “That’s so good.”

Her dress draped around them and he couldn’t see, could only feel their bodies joined. He closed his eyes and let Jenna adjust to him inside her, let her recover from her orgasm.

When she began to rock back and forth, he opened his eyes, fisted her dress in one hand, and held on to her hips with the other, lifting her on and off his cock.

He felt thick and swollen inside her, felt the tight squeeze of her body as he pumped into her.

Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she looked down at him. She held on to his shoulders, her nails digging into him when she lifted. She’d started easy, but now the intensity built and her movements quickened.

Their slick bodies slid together in unison. He knew her body like he knew his own, felt when she began to tighten and convulse around him. He grabbed her ass, dragged her back and forth, and she splintered, her eyes widening as her pussy squeezed him like a vise, milking the come from him.

Her gaze met his and held as they both climaxed. He watched the storm ride out in her eyes and gave her back the same, her name spilling from his lips in a wild groan as he thrust deeply inside her and shuddered through an intense orgasm that left him shaking.

She fell against him, the two of them stuck together while he rubbed her back and her hair.

“I need a shower,” she finally said.

Jenna leaned against the shower wall, certain she was too tired to do anything but rinse off and fall into bed. But Tyler put his mouth on her nipples and her sex fired to life again, throbbing in demanding need as if she hadn’t already had two amazing orgasms.

He slipped his hand between her legs, petting her while he sucked her nipples. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and held on as sharp pleasure traveled from her breasts to between her legs. She was nothing but mindless sensation, hot water raining down on her while overwhelming pulses sizzled at her core.

And when Ty dropped to his knees and lapped at her pussy, she drowned in the sheer erotic haze of being worshipped by his tongue and lips. She looked down to watch him licking her pussy, shuddering when his tongue disappeared inside her. Her legs shook as the
pressure built inside her. And when he put his mouth over her and sucked, she burst.

“Ty,” she cried, bucking against his face as the force of her orgasm slammed her back against the wall. He held on to her hips while she rode it out, water pouring over her hair and sluicing down her body.

He rose and took her mouth, then entered her. She gasped, met his gaze.

“Shit. Let me get a condom.”

She held him firm. “Stay.”

“I’m safe. I have blood tests all the time. Team physicals. I never—”

She put her fingers on his lips. “I’m on the pill. We’re fine.”

“Jenna.”

“Make love to me, Tyler.”

He thrust into her and kissed her, swallowing her cries of pleasure with his mouth and his tongue. He swelled so thick inside her, his body grinding against hers and taking her so close to orgasm again she was shocked. But she wanted to feel him like this, so naked, so intimate, for just a few moments longer.

He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his hip, held her there while he pushed inside her with painfully sweet, slow thrusts that made her melt from the inside out. He swept her hair away from her face, his gaze so intense, so full of unspoken expression it took her breath away.

His jaw tightened and he powered up inside her harder this time.

When he kissed her, she came apart and felt the heat and power of him as his climax hit. She held on to him as he plunged inside her one last time, then shuddered against her, his mouth buried against her neck.

It had been so perfect, to feel him so raw and unsheathed inside her. Somehow she felt closer to him.

But now she was done for, exhausted, and utterly satiated.

Ty shifted her under the water to tenderly wash her off, then pulled her out of the shower. She gave him a lazy smile as he scrubbed the towel over her hair.

“I’ll comb it tomorrow,” she said, and he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the enormous bed, where he laid her down and climbed in after her.

She was asleep before he turned off the light.