Page 96 of The Jack*ss in Class

I slid my hands further up his thighs and reached for the waistband of his boxers. He didn’t move a centimeter as I pulled them down his hips and then his thighs until he was completely exposed to me.

Okay, it’s not like I hadn’t seen a penis before. I watched plenty of... well, some people called it porn, but I called it research for my books. But seeing Flynn, so hard, so big, knowing it was because of me and what I was doing for him, made me ache in all the best ways.

I reached for him, but paused just before I touched. It was my turn to ask for his consent. “Can I touch you?”

His "yes" was nearly a growl, raw and eager.

I took him in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his cock. He was hot and hard and almost silky smooth. The sound he made when I stroked him sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

“Tempest,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Good,” I said, surprising myself with my boldness. “I want to.”

I leaned into him, pressing my lips to his tip, darting my tongue out to taste him. Flynn’s hand slid into my hair and he gripped a handful of it, sending ripples of heat through my scalp. “Tempest.”

The harsh groan in his voice stopped me and I looked up. God, I hoped I wasn’t already doing this all wrong. I was trying to remember how I’d written scenes like this and channeled my inner heroine.

“I’m the one who is supposed to be making you tremble, not the other way around.” His voice did indeed have the slightest tremor to it. Because of me.

“Don’t you want me to?” I licked my lips, full well knowing I was teasing him and I liked it.

“To suck my cock?” He said those words so easily, even if his voice was one hundred percent feral werewolf at the moment. “Yeah, I do. You have no idea how much. But one inch, hell, one millimeter into your mouth, and I’m going to come faster than some untried schoolboy.”

“I want to see you come.” I don’t know who this inner wanton was, but I liked her and hoped she’d stick around. Before I got another word out of my mouth though, Flynn grabbed me up princess style.

Like, full-on, picked me up and took the three steps across the room. I was so shocked, I didn’t even have timeto squeal before he quite literally tossed me on the bed like I was some kind of fluffy pillow.

Then he crawled right up and over me, caging me under his body. “I have no doubt you’re going to make me come, hard. But I have one more rule and I’m not willing to break this one.”

I blinked up at him, finding it hard to do much more than breathe with all his attention, his barely contained sexual need, not to mention all those muscles, focused directly on me. Somehow I found two words and plucked them out of the sweltering air between us. “What rule?”

“You come first. Always. Got it?”

If I hadn’t already been on fire, and very wet, I would be now. I’d written about how the guys in my books had their minds go on the fritz because all their blood went straight to their dicks when they were turned on. I didn’t expect it to ever happen to me. But hot damn if my pussy wasn’t pulsing in time with my heart, and my brain had only the capacity to whimper, “Uh-huh.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” he smiled and licked his lips. “Now I’m going to taste every single bit of you, and make you come for me.”

But just like that first kiss, he didn’t move, waiting for my affirmation.

“Please.” The word came out breathier than I’d intended.

His lips moved to my throat, then paused. “I’m going to taste you here.”

“Yes.”

He didn’t just kiss me, he scraped his teeth and thentongue across my skin. Then his mouth moved down and hovered just above my bra.

“I need your bra gone.”

I nodded, then remembering his need for verbal confirmation, whispered, “Do it, take it off.”

The bra was unhooked and down my arms faster than I could blink, and his hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple. I gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch.

“Like that?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Yes,” I breathed. “More.”

He repeated the motion, watching my face as he learned what made me gasp, what made me press closer. When he lowered his head, his eyes held mine.

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