Page 79 of Work with Me

She straightened. “Um, I guess?”

“You guess?” I knew they were out there, but I hadn’t met too many women who didn’t like oral. Could Alicia be one of them? I hoped not, but even if she was, I’d find something she’d like. “Scoot up closer. We’ll try it, and you can tell me to stop whenever you like.”

She grabbed the headboard and scooted up. Not close enough. I lifted her ass and inched myself down until my target was directly overhead. I turned my head to the left and licked the slickness on her inner thigh, long and slow. Salty, musky, sweet. I turned right and repeated the motion. Then, gripping her hips, I swirled my tongue directly over her center and straight up to her clit, which I flicked with the tip of my tongue. She gasped.

Encouraging. “That okay?”

“Yes.” The word was crisp enough, but her voice was high and breathy.

I went to work like I’d tackle a tricky bit of code, testing as I tasted, checking what worked—what made her twist and moan—and what didn’t. Developer’s note: there was very little that didn’t work. Soon, she gasped as I sucked her clit, my middle finger sliding in and out of her.

I let go of her nub for a moment and ghosted it with a puff of cool air. “You can be as loud as you like. There’s no neighbor on this side of the apartment.”

She groaned as I raked my teeth across her sensitive skin. Then, as I gently squeezed my index finger inside her, she made an incoherent sound. She moaned my name, and I sucked harder on her clit and closed my teeth on the base.

She made a keening sound—not loud, but it was enough. My dick, trapped by my sweatpants, pulsed, and my vision went black for a second while I came. I grunted and released her clit, giving her long, flat licks to ease her down. My breath rasped across her, and she shivered.

“So I guess that was okay?” I couldn’t hide my cocky grin when she looked down at me.

She flopped onto her back beside me and flung an arm over her eyes. “Is there anything you’re not good at? Besides humility?”

I shrugged and then lifted my sticky pants away from my skin. “Impulse control?”

28

ALICIA

“Water?”

I’d been drifting somewhere between completely blissed-out and trying to replay the best orgasm of my life when Jackson’s voice pulled me from the haze. I moved my heavy arm off my face and blinked my eyes open. He leaned over the side of the bed, holding out a bottle of water.

Propping myself on my elbow, I accepted it from him. I took a swig and then handed it back. He chugged down the rest of it.

He’d shucked off his pants, and he was naked for the first time. Rather, the first time I’d seen him naked. He’d been wearing those gray sweatpants to tease me, surely. They were positively indecent, hiding nothing while he’d sat beside me on the couch. And his obvious arousal had given me the courage to forget what Rick had said about me, to have confidence that with Jackson, sex might be something special.

Wow, had it ever.

Sex with Rick was like the ancient Buick Melissa had passed down to me when she went off to college. It started out okay, but eventually, I was stranded by the side of the road, having to make it to my destination under my own power. Jackson had convinced me he’d be more like my Honda, a dependable ride that went the distance. But, oh my God, he was the Corvette one of Melissa’s boyfriends had driven us to school in that one time. All power, leashed on the curves and ready to roar at the next straightaway.

And I hadn’t even had his dick yet. I stared at it as he capped the empty bottle and set it on the nightstand. It looked a little softer than it had been. Had I turned him off?

Chills broke out over my skin. I’d let myself be so vulnerable, showing him my body, even my secret places, as I rode his face. I covered my breasts with one arm and crossed my legs. Why didn’t he have a top sheet so I could cover myself?

“Cold?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm.”

He turned away, giving me a flash of the sexy dimples at the top of his ass. Then his full ass—oh, my God, it definitely rivaled Rick’s—as he bent to pick up the white duvet from the floor. He held it out toward me, and I snatched it and burrowed inside.

The mattress dipped next to me. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” I poked my head out of the comforter. “Was it okay for you? Want me to…” I let my gaze fall to where his cock lay on his thigh.

“Fuck, no. I mean, I’d love it if you wanted to. But this isn’t a transaction. We’re making—we’re enjoying each other. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like that. To taste you. To hear the sounds you make when you come. I came without either one of us touching me. You were amazing.”

“Yeah?” I didn’t know guys could do that.

“You had a great time, too, right?”

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