One Night of Trouble

His mouth left her breasts—and discovered an even greater temptation.

“Hell,” he said hoarsely. “You’re perfect.” He dragged a finger up and down her slit, groaning when he glimpsed the sparkle of moisture at her entrance. “So fucking pretty.”

He planted a kiss directly on her clit and enjoyed the way she gasped. She spread her legs wider, granting him full access to explore, and AJ’s brain stopped working altogether as he buried his face between her thighs. Given her earlier response to his rough ministrations, it didn’t surprise him in the slightest that she liked the less than gentle approach more than the teasing one. She whimpered at each soft lick, but moaned like crazy when he sucked deeply on her clit. She sighed when he stroked her opening with one finger, but cried out in delight when he pushed it into her hot channel and fingered her with fervor.

Her inner muscles clamped around him, sending a bolt of anticipation straight to his cock. She was so damn tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.

But he wanted to make her come first.

“Don’t keep me waiting, angel—come on my tongue. I need it.” Christ, he did. Needed it so bad he could barely breathe.

He swiped his tongue over her clit, slipping a second finger into her pussy as he lost himself in the taste of her, in the throaty noises she was making and the sharp sting of her fingers in his hair as she tried to hold him in place.

“I’m close,” she squeezed out. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Ha. Stop? Like that was even possible. He was so turned on, so consumed with the need to feel her pulsing on his tongue, that not even the Jaws of Life could have pried him off her. And when she started to convulse, pure male satisfaction coursed through his veins. He rode out the orgasm with her, his tongue toying with her clit as it swelled and pulsated from her release.

When she grew still, AJ raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He took in her glazed eyes, limp body, and unstable breathing, and a smile sprang to his lips.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled, her sigh of pleasure heating the air between them. “That was so good. I’m going to make you do that at least five more times before the night is over. I hope you know that.”

He laughed. “Demanding, aren’t we?”

“Dude, if I’d known you were this talented, I wouldn’t have hesitated earlier about bringing you home. Seriously, I want to lock you in my bedroom closet and put your tongue to use whenever I’m stressed out.”

With another chuckle, he planted one last kiss on her mound before rising to his feet. His cock jutted out eagerly and slapped his navel, as if to say my turn. But his pants—and the condom in his wallet—were all the way across the room, and he was hurting too damn bad to make the trek at the moment.

“Sit up,” he said in a low voice.

She obeyed without question, her dark eyes blazing with unabashed lust as he fisted his cock and gave it a slow pump.

He’d never jerked off in front of a woman before, but the hitch in Brett’s breath told him she liked seeing him do it. So he didn’t stop. He tightened his grip around his shaft, moving his hand in long, hard strokes that made his balls tingle and his knees weak.

“That’s the hottest thing I‘ve ever seen,” she whispered. “You’re so damn sexy.”

He might’ve been able to keep going—if she hadn’t moved her hand between her legs and started stroking her clit. The sight nearly did him in. He had to grit his teeth and breathe through his nose to stop from coming, and once he was confident he could take a step without blowing his load, he moved to the couch with purposeful strides and guided his cock to her lips.

“Suck,” he said.

The crude command was another first for him, but he was too worked up to worry about manners. The second Brett parted her lips, he pushed through them, groaning when the heat of her mouth surrounded him.

His head lolled to the side as pleasure sizzled through his body. Her mouth was warm and wet and hungry. She swallowed him up, eager tongue skimming his shaft on every upstroke. Then she sucked hard on the crown of his cock, and the muffled sound of contentment she made retriggered that uncontrollable urge to come.

He withdrew slightly, meeting her eyes as she peered up at him. “Go slow,” he instructed. “Lick the shaft nice and slow. Suck only on the tip. And play with my balls.”

More demands. Christ. Who was he? Yeah, he was vocal in the bedroom, but not usually to this extent.