Page 60 of Blocked Shot
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs against the aching peak of her breast. “I fucking love that.”
Natalie whimpers, digging her nails into his scalp, urging him on as his fingers move in lazy, slow strokes.
Jake grips her hips in both hands, peeling her panties down herlegs and tossing them to the floor with her forgotten leggings and camisole.
His blue eyes lock onto hers as he gathers her up and turns them, grunting, so Natalie straddles him, a leg on either side of his hips.
“My ribs…” he grumbles. “Better if you’re on top.”
“Should we stop?” Natalie asks, leaning down and sliding her mouth along his jaw and then lower, down his neck to his chest.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, his rough hands circling her hips. “I will die before I stop.”
He urges her forward with rough, insistent hands, pulling her toward him until her knees settle on either side of his shoulders.
Through her pleasure-filled haze, awareness of what Jake is doing filters into Natalie’s mind. A sliver of apprehension works its way in, and she squirms to be released from his firm hold.
“Not a chance, Mitchell,” he growls. “I plan on enjoying this.”
Natalie’s cheeks heat. She’s been with a handful of guys and one long-term boyfriend, but none had ever done this with her—to her—in this position. Her aching pussy is right there, as she clutches the side of the couch like a life raft.
She had always assumed men didn’t like it, or found it off-putting. “No really Jake, I don’t want to crush you,” she murmurs.
Sensing her hesitation, he looks up from between kisses to her thighs, his eyes blazing. “Has no one ever done this with you?”
Natalie looks away, laid bare under his dark gaze.
Full disclosure, Nat, she reminds herself. Steeling herself, she meets his eyes and shakes her head slowly.
“Fuck baby, what kind of assholes have you been dating?” he growls, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. She shivers as he drags his lips and teeth down the inside of her thighs. “You know what, don’t answer that. I’m so fucking happy to be the first.”
And then he’s curling up and his mouth is on her, obliterating any lingering doubts or self-consciousness. The air leaves Natalie’s lungs as he draws hard on the bundle of nerves at her center, wringing a cry from deep within her. She sees stars, falling forward to grab the edge of the couch, moaning loudly.
Jake growls his approval, taking her silent plea like a command,and with one muscled arm he spreads her thighs wider beside his head, rough and unrelenting, until she’s helpless and trembling over top of him.
He reaches up, slides one thick finger into her slick heat, and then raises his head again, tongue working in slow, merciless circles over her clit—lazy at first, almost taunting, before shifting to firmer, wetter strokes that make her hips jerk and her hands claw at the cushions.
His mouth moves with intent, lips and tongue teasing her with maddening precision until every nerve in her body stretches to the breaking point. She grinds against his mouth, panting, desperate, an incoherent plea slipping from her lips as her thighs tremble.
He pauses just long enough to slide his finger out, licking it slowly, tasting her with a growl before slipping it back inside, and then another.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, voice thick with lust. “I want to see you come apart for me.”
He places a large, rough hand on one hip, holding her in place as he lifts his head and devours. There’s no more teasing, no slow and lazy exploration. Only the firm, determined strokes of his tongue as they drag over the very center of her. He captures her in his mouth and takes a deep pull, making Natalie desperately rock against him, her wetness soaking his beard and chin.
It’s too much for her, and no escaping it as he holds her firmly to his face. The tension curls and twists deeper, stunning her with its intensity. His hand moves up and pinches her nipple, rough and perfect, and the tension inside her uncoils in a flash, sharp and hot and uncontrollable. Her whole body clenches around his fingers as she shatters, gasping his name like it’s the only word she remembers. Sparks explode behind her eyes, her thighs quivering around his head, her voice ragged and lost as wave after wave crashes through her.
Jake eases the pressure but keeps his fingers there, wringing out every last drop of bliss from her release until she is limp and boneless, collapsed on top of him. When Natalie’s head falls forward onto the couch, her breathing ragged, he groans softly in approval, trailing kisses down her inner thigh.
Jesus, she thinks, eyes barely able to focus.There should be a warning label on his tongue.
Her limbs feel boneless, her skin flushed and buzzing, her breath coming in shallow, uneven pulls. There’s no grace left in her, no filter, no pretense. Just wreckage—and the smug bastard who caused it.
“This couch is too small,” he mutters, rising onto his elbows and dragging her limp body into his arms and cradling her on his good side. His arm curls around her protectively, possessively, his lips grazing her temple, her cheek, her jaw.
Natalie sighs, reaching her arms around him and nuzzling closer, her fingers trailing up his thick biceps.
“I can think of few other places to go,” she says, her voice taking on a breathy quality.
