Page 69 of The Other Guy

And then…

I can’t move. Well, I can. Just not very smoothly. My body bucks up against his the second his tongue touches my sensitive skin. He places his hands on my thighs to hold me still. My fists clench the comforter. My head thrashes from side to side. I whimper and moan and cry out his name as well as a few other words I’m pretty sure I just made up.

Does amazing oral sex cause people to create new languages? Is that how they all started? Someone went down on someone else and that person started shouting crazy words and suddenly a new language is born?

Why am I so concerned with languages right now, anyway? Jack is working magic and I don’t use that word lightly. Never have I been given an orgasm orally before and I’m absolutely positive he’s about to get me there. This is wild and crazy and new and… oh! Oh! Definitely new. Definitely.

His fingertip.

His fingertip is not somewhere I expected it to be.

His fingertip is by my butt… and when I say by I mean in. Inside.

My head jerks up and I look down at Jack with wide eyes and see him chuckle.

“Wha… wha… what was that?”

He lifts his eyes to look at me and unfortunately stops — though hopefully just pauses — his tongue from completing the magic show. “That, Sierra, was the tip of my finger on your asshole. And by the reaction you gave me just now and the fact that you clenched around my tongue so tightly, I think you liked it. Did you like it, Sierra?”

All I can do is nod and flop back down onto the bed, my arms spread wide just like my legs.

“Good. Now… where was I?”

He returns to his mission and I sigh. Loudly. And then more shouting and new language using before he sucks lightly on my bud. He uses his other hand in me, curling his fingers up and roughly moving them in and out of me in a rapid pace.

Which he then turns into harder sucking and more finger… stuff. I can’t even think about the fact that he has his finger back there and I was sick earlier. Holy crap, I hope I’m clean. I would die one thousand deaths right here and now if I’m not.

Something comes over me, though, and my thoughts and concerns vanish. My worries over what he’s thinking of me disappear as I ride the wave of the single most intense orgasm of my life.

“Jack! Oh my Gaaaahhh!” I know I’m being loud and shouting but I can’t help it. I’ve never, not even when I’m giving them to myself, had an orgasm so strong.

But apparently the embarrassment isn’t over because during my orgasm I start to pee. Right there.

That just happened.

“Ahh!” I scream but can’t stop myself. It’s like I’m broken. Damn, I really need to work on my Kegels.

Scrambling to sit up isn’t an easy task but neither is looking at Jack.

When my eyes meet his, though, he doesn’t look appalled like I’d expected.

He looks… proud.

“Have you ever…?” he begins asking but I stop him before he can say anything.

“No! Oh my gosh! No. It must be because I was sick. I’m so embarrassed. Now we can officially say I’ve done it all in front of you.”

“Sierra.”

“No. Let’s just never talk about this again, okay? Add it to our list of topics that are on the no no list, okay?”

“Sierra.”

“I mean it, Jack. I can’t…” I cover my face and shake my head.

He pulls my hands down and makes me look at him. “Sierra. You know what just happened, don’t you?”

I glare at him. “Of course I know. I’ve been doing it since I was born.”

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