Page 45 of Cocky Jerk

“Mmm…” she moans, tightening her legs around me. Her arms snake around me, and she curls her fingers into my shirt. If I don’t pull back now, this is going to escalate quicker than I planned. My teeth nip at the underside of her jaw for another second before I peel my mouth away and her eyes flutter open instantly.

“Why’d you stop?”

I reach over her thigh and pull open the drawer next to her, taking out a small paper bag. She eyes it curiously as I hand it to her.

“Open it,” I urge.

She takes the bag and I drop my hands to her thighs. I watch as she peeks into the bag. A laugh rolls from her lips as she lifts her eyes back to mine.

“You bought me a lightbulb?”

“Hey, that’s not just any old lightbulb, it’s a replacement bulb for the taillight on your bike. When I take you home, I’ll swap it out for you. You don’t need any pain in the ass cops pulling you over and giving you a ticket for a simple fix.”

“I thought we decided I was spending the night?”

“Yeah, but I figured you’d want me to drive you home before work.”

“I brought clothes and a toothbrush. If it’s not too much trouble, you can just drop me off at the office.”

I forgot about that and suddenly it makes sense why she was so adamant about me picking her up from work. She didn’t want me anywhere near her house. I decide not to make a big deal of it.

Trust.

She just needs to be able to trust you.

Give her time.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I give her a nod.

“Right, sure, just make sure you change it out. Wouldn’t want another cop pulling you over.”

She brings her hand to the front of my tee and pulls me closer.

“Thank you,” she whispers before closing her mouth over mine.

Her mouth opens invitingly, and I slip my tongue inside, tasting the wine on hers. My mind goes blank and I get drunk on the taste of her. With each flick of my tongue, she grows impatient, and soon her legs are locked around my back and I find myself carrying her away from the kitchen.

In my bedroom, I deposit her on the foot of my bed and tear my mouth away from hers. I drop to my knees between her legs and lift one leg, finding the zipper of her boot. Dragging it down, I pull the leather from her calf and chuck the boot over my head. She giggles softly and runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me back to her lips.

I forget about the second boot and raise my hands, fisting her hair between my fingers as I pry her lips apart with my tongue. The scent of her perfume fills my nostrils and a daunting thought crosses my mind. This room will never be the same. The scent of her will be on my sheets and I’m not even bothered by it.

Her hands slip under my shirt and travel up my chest.

“Take it off,” she hisses against my lips.

I break the kiss to pull my shirt over my head and her eyes instantly drop, taking me in from the waistband of my jeans all the way up. Muttering something in Italian, she lunges for me, winding her arms around my neck. Our lips collide again in a frantic rush. Her nails dig into the flesh at the back of my neck and I bend my head to suck on hers.

“Yes,” she moans. “I love that.”

I tease her with my mouth, leaving my mark on her olive skin and bring my hand to her breast, squeezing her through the fabric of her t-shirt. I can feel her pert nipple and I roll my thumb over it as my teeth graze her collarbone.

Her breath hitches as I pull away.

“No, don’t stop,” she begs.

“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

“Let’s fix that,” she pants, lifting the hem of her t-shirt. My mouth waters and my dick grows with every inch of skin she exposes. Her black lace bra comes in to view and I’m rendered speechless. She tosses the shirt to the side and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. The cups loosen and she brings her arms back around, slowly lowering one strap from her shoulder, then the other.

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