Page 174 of Scatter the Bones

I suck just the tip inside, and his hips jerk, seeking more. A moan escapes me as I take him deeper.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he pants between choppy breaths. “Come here.”

I pull off slowly, hand still stroking, spreading the wetness from my mouth over his length. “I’m right here.”

He slides down on the bed and taps my hip. “I want your pussy in my face.” His fingers curl under the band of my underwear, tugging hard.

Laughing, I sit up and shimmy out of them, letting them fall to the floor. “Better?”

“Perfect.” His eyes are wild, hungry. He licks his bottom lip, then grins. “Come on. Let me eat your pussy while you suck me.”

When I hesitate, his grip tightens on my hips, dragging me closer. “It only seems fair.”

“Okay, okay.” I laugh, breathless with heat blooming under my skin. “How do you want me?”

“Put your legs on either side of me.” He shifts beneath me, guiding me into place. “There ya go.”

His hands splay across my ass, thumbs parting me. “Fuck,” he groans, lips grazing my inner thigh before sweeping his tongue between my legs.

My thighs tremble. “Oh?—”

“C’mon,” he urges, voice full of desire. “Let’s see who comes first.”

I already know I’m going to lose. Every stroke of his tongue sends jolts through my body, and I’m shaking, gasping, barely keeping upright.

Still, I wrap my hand around him again, determined to try. Bracing myself on one arm, I crawl forward, careful of his leg. No teasing this time—I lower my mouth, open wide, and take him in.

He lets out a muffled groan that vibrates against me, sending a shiver straight through my core. I tighten my grip around him, sliding my hand down his thick length, following with my mouth.

Another desperate sound escapes him, buzzing against my skin. His hips jerk, pushing more of himself into my mouth.

He flattens his tongue against my clit, dragging it side to side in a steady rhythm. I gasp around him, the sensation too much and not enough. Still, I keep stroking, stretching my mouth wider to take more of him.

His fingers slide along my slick skin, teasing, circling, then finally pressing inside.

I gasp, choke, and pull off, resting my cheek against him while still lazily sliding my hand up and down.

“What’re you doing?” he rasps, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as he keeps moving his finger in and out of me—slow, steady, relentless. “Keep sucking.”

“I…can’t.” Pleasure shudders through me like a thousand sparks beneath my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate tohold on, trying to focus on anything but the sharp edge building inside me.

“Now who’s not behaving?” His voice is a dark tease. He bumps his hips, and I take him in my mouth again, deeper this time, driven by his voice, his hands,him.

He groans, low and filthy, and adds another finger, curling to hit the spot that scrambles my thoughts. I whimper, gag, and pull back, then push forward again with a broken moan.

His hand tightens on my hip, anchoring me in place while his tongue circles my clit with diabolical precision. I buck against him, a gasp caught in my throat, then freeze, afraid I’ll hurt him. He answers with another firm squeeze, then sucks harder.

God, heknows. Every inch of me. Every trigger. Exactly what to do to unravel me, while I’m struggling to keep rhythm with my hands and mouth, too overwhelmed to return the pleasure.

“Jensen.” His name spills from my lips in a broken gasp.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. Just holds me there and devours me like I’m his favorite meal.

Pleasure crashes over me, sharp and blinding. I shatter against him, and all I can do is cling and ride it out until I collapse, limp and shaking.

He pats my ass with a smug, satisfied grunt. “I win.”

Breathless, I try to reclaim a shred of dignity after losing so easily. I wrap my hand around him again, stroking slow, savoring the way his body tenses, how his groan vibrates all the way through me.

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