Page 16 of Jaz
“I … We should consider working together some.”
As soon as the words were out her mouth, she ducked her head under his chin. He had to force it back up so he could see those eyes again. “Yes. We should. You should make some things for the shop, and I should mark you.”As mine.
He didn’t say those last two words. He let them hang in the air before he lowered his lips to hers. In his arms, she shifted, turned, cupped her hands around his neck and took control of the kiss.
She was all over him, straddling his lap in the chair, pressing her belly against his with his cock sandwiched between them.
“Is it okay?” she whispered, her lips still nestled against his, sharing breath.
“Everything is okay. You can have anything you want, everything you need.”
One hand left his neck and wedged its way between their bodies to wrap around the thickness of his dick. Dear God.
“This.” She squeezed him. “I want this. I’ve wanted this—you—for so long. Months. Weeks. Days.”
She smacked a kiss to his mouth then slid from his lap to kneel on the hard, concrete floor. He wanted to offer a cushion, but then his cock was between her lips, behind her teeth, and against her tongue. He completely forgot every thought inside his head.
She moaned in pleasure and it was the most exquisite bordering on painful sound. The head still sensitive but the shaft raring to go, jumping against her tongue and his balls … Damn. They wanted attention too.
She opened her mouth and drool slid down to the base of his cock. She immediately wrapped her hand around him again and used it as lube to jack him, to stroke him, to drive him insane. With her other hand, she formed a tight circle in the nest of hair surrounding his cock. The palm around the shaft … She used it to pull the skin taut in very slow motion.
Over and over she did this. Switching hands. Switching fingers. Using her spit to lubricate his cock when she needed to. She kept the flesh tight, tingling. Every so often she licked at the crown or dropped her head to lick at his balls.
“Where … God, woman. Where did you learn to do that?”
“Do what?” she whispered against his pole, sending shivers all up and down his body. He was about ready to crawl out of his skin, the sensations of her hands and mouth on his privates was mind-blowing.
“Do that. What you’re doing. Torturing me.” He could hardly keep still, could hardly stay upright in the chair. He pulled the arm rests back down and gripped them with his hands until his knuckles turned white.
“Is that what I’m doing? Torturing you?”
She engulfed his cock between her lips, right to the back of her throat, and he all but shot up out of his seated position. The edges of her teeth touched him, her cheeks squeezed him, her throat sucked him. He wasn’t sure he would survive the sheer and beautiful hell of her oral work.
She wasn’t slow. She wasn’t exactly what anyone would consider graceful about it. She was dirty and hard on him. She slurped at him. Breathed around him. Ground her upper body against his legs and let his dick go with a wet plop before she took him again. And this time … she suckled the head with perfect tenderness while pumping his rod with the circle of her thumb and forefinger. That one little move, those two digits, drove him crazy.
“Goddammit, Mandi,” he managed to grind out from a clenched jaw.
She fondled his nuts, stroked his cock, sucked on the tiptop, and he … He couldn’t take it anymore.
He sat up on the edge of the chair and pushed her head down until she’d swallowed him whole again. The fingers of one hand tugged on her nipples. He bucked his hips and fucked her mouth, felt the reflex at the back of her throat and used her hair to pull her off his dick. He gave her a second to catch her breath before he pushed her back down. One. Two. Three hard thrusts up into the mouth of the woman kneeling at his feet. And between the lips of the fantasy he’d had for months, he unloaded on the back of her tongue.
“Swallow it, Mandi.” She nodded as best she could while working to take every drop from the cock filling the second of her three holes. God, he couldn’t wait to take her ass later. The thought alone sent one more stream of cum up from his balls and into her belly.
He shuddered as the last bit left him and he let go of her hair and nipple. He slumped back into the seat and the most beautiful eyes in the world looked up at him. There was no shyness, no coy looks, no shame, no uncertainty in her gaze. It was nothing but lust, hungry and sexy. She licked at her lips and laid her head on his thigh.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For?”
She tilted her head and smiled up at him. “For letting me blow out my candle.”
Jaz laughed so hard it hurt.
