Page 105 of A Heart Worth Finding
“Or wins,” Jessica said, shooting him a saucy grin over her shoulder.
Then she did what he’d said, raising one leg and placing it on the other side of his head, backing her ass and sex right into his face. And Jack dragged his tongue from front to back, giving her a little smack on her right cheek as he said, “Good girl.”
Jessica found it incredibly hard to concentrate when he once again brought his mouth to her, but this had been her idea, so she lowered her head to his cock.
With the combined efforts of her hand and mouth, Jessica worked him slowly. She stroked him a few times first, getting him warmed up, though he was already hard as steel against her palm. Then, she ran her tongue along his length, pausing to swirl her tongue around his tip.
“Jessica,” he growled, and the words vibrated against her clit, causing her to gasp.
“Fuck,” she whispered, and he chuckled but went back to work.
Right as Jessica closed her lips around him and sucked hard enough that he bucked into her mouth, Jack stopped teasing her as well. It was almost impossible to think straight when he sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time he inserted the tip of one finger into her entrance, then another, pumping them in and out in time to the sucks and licks he delivered to her little bundle of nerves, but she gave it her best shot.
Curling her hand around his base, she squeezed hard and dove in, taking him so deep that she gagged a little, and he stopped what he was doing to growl, “Fuck, sunshine. Do that again.”
His voice was wrecked, tone hoarse, and Jessica’s only response was to pull off with a little pop and say, “Don’t you fucking stop again.”
“Yes ma’am,” he responded, punctuating his words with another smack to her ass.
After that, it was all whispered pleas and satisfied moans and pleasure coiling tightly in her center. It wasn’t only that Jack was so damn good with his mouth, constantly delivering the exact amount of pressure she craved with his tongue and fingers, knowing when to edge her along and when to let her fly. It was also that she was so damn turned on by turning Jack on, by pushing him closer and closer to his own release. And when Jack lost all control and started fucking her mouth, his hips thrusting, his dick branding the back of her throat in time with his licks and fingers inside her, Jessica came undone.
One more rough squeeze of his cock in her fist had him groaning against her clit and spilling into her mouth at the same time he grazed his teeth along her sensitive flesh and curled his fingers against some hidden inner wall she wasn’t sure even she could reach herself, and she shattered right alongside him.
She moaned against his dick, but pulled off, Jack spilling all over her hand and his stomach as her orgasm tore a scream free from her throat.
Then she collapsed and rolled off him, landing at his side on the bed.
“I think we both won that round,” he said after several long moments in which the only sounds were their heavy breathing.
“I’d say so,” Jessica replied, still breathless, her clit still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Now what?” Jack asked, raising onto his elbows to look down at her.
“First, we get you cleaned up,” she said, gesturing to the cum all over his stomach. “And then…dealer’s choice.”
“You mean I get to pick?” he asked, placing a hand on his chest as if to say,moi?
“Yes.”
She rose from the bed and padded into the attached bathroom—grateful her sister and brother-in-law were rich enough that they bought a house where nearly every bedroom had an en suite—wet a washcloth, and rejoined Jack.
She sat at his side, her knees pressed against his thigh as she mopped him up, and he drew lazy circles on her hip while she worked. The moment all the cum was cleaned from his skin, he sat up, tossed the washcloth across the room, and lifted Jessica until her back was pressed to his front.
He brushed her hair off her shoulder to whisper in her ear. “I want you to hold onto that headboard while I fuck you from behind.”
Jessica shivered and eagerly turned away from him, scrambling toward the head of the bed. The headboard was really a frame, metal and matte black, and the perfect height for Jessica to hang onto while backing onto Jack’s dick.
“Like this?” she asked, wiggling herself into position.
“God, yes,” Jack said. “Just like that. Don’t move.”
She wouldn’t dare. She’d never had sex in this position, which seemed insane to her given that doggy was one of the most common ones. But neither of her previous dalliances—the short-lived fling the summer before she left for college, or Silas over the last three years—had been all that adventurous, and like she’d told Jack on Valentine’s Day, she’d been afraid to ask.
But not with him. With Jack, Jessica wasn’t afraid of anything. With Jack, Jessica was as safe as she could possibly be.
A zipper hissing filled the room, followed by what sounded like a box being ripped open, and Jessica looked over her shoulder in time to watch Jack tear into a condom wrapper, withdraw the rubber, and roll it down his length. Her heart rate kicked up. Shedidn’t know why, but there was something so fucking sexy about seeing his massive hand wrapped around his dick, giving it a few experimental tugs before he rejoined her on the bed.
“You do realize we’re living out a scene from one of my favorite fantasy novels right now, right?”
