Page 56 of Don't Remind Me
My own voice was practically a whisper. “Then it must just be lousy luck.” I rocked against him once with the slightest tilt of my hips. He was already growing hard, the pressure a delicious jolt to my core. I swallowed a moan. “But don’t worry. That’s about to change for you.”
His gaze dropped to my lips. “Yeah?”
I nodded as I slid off his lap and settled on my knees between his legs. My hands flicked open the button of his jeans, the heel of my palm rubbing against him before I lowered his zipper.
A groan escaped his lips, low and deep, sending a pulse of heat between my legs.
I’d never been turned on by giving a blow job before. They were always more something I’d felt Ishoulddo rather than something Iwantedto do. An item to check off the list so I wouldn’t have to do it again for a while.
But this—the hunger in Jase’s eyes, his whole body tense with anticipation, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths—had me more than willing. Eager, even.
I eased down the waistband of his boxer briefs to reveal his hard length, precum shining on his tip, and wrapped my palm around the base, studying his face as I gave a light squeeze. His hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles going white as his jaw flexed.
He was big. Alec was too, but it turned out Jase was the bigger brother in more ways than one. I forced down my smirk, aware of how inappropriate it was on so many levels, not least of which was that Alec was my ex, and I was about to feast on his brother’s dick like it was my last meal.
I didn’t care.
I’d never felt as good as I did at this moment, as powerful or as desired, and for once I was letting that instinct call the shots. The one that yearned to give this generous, protective man even an ounce of the pleasure he’d already given me.
I held his gaze as I leaned in and flicked my tongue over his tip.
“Fuck.” His head dropped back against the couch, chest falling as his stare remained glued to my mouth.
I licked up his length and swirled my tongue over the head, then closed my lips around him and lowered. His hands flew to my hair, fingers gentle as they brushed it from my face, clutching the strands as I eased out and back down. I took him deeper, sliding my tongue up and down his cock, wetting the base for my hand.
A groan caught in his chest, setting my skin on fire.
“Jesus.” His hips began to move, small thrusts matching my steady rhythm, filling my mouth with his salty taste. I pumped faster, squeezed my hand harder, watched his brow furrow in what would almost look like pain if not for the scorching pleasure burning in his eyes.
My own hips squirmed in time with his thrusts, my thighs wet with arousal. The empty space between my legs ached for his hardness, clenching on nothing as a moan caught deep in my throat.
His grip on my hair tightened. “Stop,” he gritted out, pulling me back. “Stop. Come up here.”
I hopped to my feet and straddled him, our mouths connecting in a frenzied kiss as I rolled my hips against him, the friction driving me wild. He pressed forward, his rock-hard length rubbing against my clit with nothing but my plain white thong separating us. It was the sexiest underwear I owned, and right now, I’d never hated a piece of fabric more.
His hands found my ass, squeezing and kneading, yanking at my thong, grinding me against him in a way that had me gasping for breath. One strap of my dress fell off my shoulder, and I yanked the other off with it, peeling the top of my dress down so it bunched at my waist.
Cool air grazed my fevered skin, stiffening my nipples. He lowered his mouth around one, kissing and sucking it before taking it in his teeth and gently pulling.
“Oh God,” I breathed. My hands tightened around his shoulders, thighs clenching with need. “Condom.”
He moved to my other breast, laving it with the same attention until I was shaking in his arms.
“Jase, please,” I moaned, tugging at his shirt, desperate to get it off him.
With a low chuckle, he unbuttoned it. The moment he had it open, my hands flew to his chest, fingers exploring his smooth, tanned skin, trailing across his dusting of hair and over his tightened abs.
He was too much—too attractive, too masculine. My body didn’t know how to handle it, my hips frantic as he dragged his shirt the rest of the way off and dug into his pants pocket.
He barely got the condom on before I pulled my panties aside and sank onto him in one smooth motion. I whimpered at the fullness, the stretch almost too much. It only made me want more.
“That’s it,” he murmured, running his hands up to grasp my breasts as I sank lower. His thumbs flicked over my nipples. “Take what you need.”
I did.
Oh God, I did, filling myself all the way, rubbing my clit against his groin as pressure built inside me unlike anything I’d felt before. A churning ocean of pleasure ready to drag me under and drown me in its depths.
I ground against him, hands clutching his shoulders, gripping his hair, desperate to hold the shards of myself together that threatened to fracture with each roll of my hips.
