I dip my head and kiss his chest, licking my way over one nipple.
A growl rumbles beneath his skin. I feel the effect of it against my lips.
He grabs my head, bringing my mouth back to his, and plunders it with his tongue. Practically fucking my mouth.
Another erogenous zone found.
Win for Audrey.
Grabbing my legs, he pulls them from around his body. His hands make fast work of removing my pajama shorts.
“Jesus,” he growls when he sees that I’m not wearing panties, making me smile. “And I thought the sight of you in those panties earlier was hot. This is so much better.”
He brings my shorts to his face, pressing his nose into them, and inhales.
Sweet Christ on a cracker.
That is so freaking sexy.
Dropping the shorts to the floor, he unfastens his jeans. The lowering of the zip is erotically loud in the silence of my apartment.
He pushes them down, and his cock springs free from its confines.
It stands hard and proud against his stomach.
My mouth actually waters at the sight, knowing exactly how it tastes and feels when my lips are wrapped around his dick.
“Going commando too?” I bite my lower lip, watching him from beneath my lashes.
“Anything to aid quicker access to fucking you.”
His bold openness in regard to sex is like crack for me. I love it when he talks this way.
He kicks his jeans off, and then he is magnificently naked in front of me.
My hands curl around the edge of the counter. It is all I can do to keep me there and stop myself from launching at him like a sex-depraved nympho.
Jack steps closer to me. His hands wrap around my feet, and he lifts them up, setting my heels on the countertop.
I’m wide open and exposed to him.
“I fucking love how wet you get for me.” He dips his finger between my folds, dragging it over my clit, making me shudder.
I shouldn’t be this turned on.
I’ve already had more orgasms in the past few hours than I’ve had in the last few years.
But even still, my body is crying out for more.
For more of him.
I wonder if I will ever get my fill.
Part of me hopes not. The stupid part of me, that is.
Jack’s eyes are fixed where his hand is. “Need to taste you again,” he rumbles. He drops to his knees on my kitchen floor and buries his face against my pussy.
“Oh God,” I moan, grabbing hold of his hair.
He runs his nose up and down, getting my wetness on his skin.
It’s incredibly erotic. But then so is everything else that he does to me.
His hands move between my legs, fingers opening my folds, exposing my most sensitive parts to him.
“So fucking pretty.”
The tip of his tongue licks my clit. It’s scorching hot. Like every single part of me.
Then, he blows a stream of cool air over my clit.
He repeats this over and over, driving me crazy.
“Jack,” I whine. Needing more. More pressure. More him. More everything.
His eyes lift to mine. The grin on his face is unrepentant. The bastard is enjoying teasing me.
“You need this?” He leisurely slides a finger inside me.
“Yes,” I hiss. “God, yes.”
He starts slowly fucking me with his thick finger.
In and out.
Then, he puts his mouth back on me. With his finger buried deep inside me, he does a come-hither motion, hitting the sweetest of all spots. One I didn’t even know existed until this very moment.
Then, he sucks my clit into his mouth.
And I go off like a firecracker.
I didn’t even see the orgasm coming.
It hits me like the g-force on a roller coaster.
My hips pump against his face, riding the orgasm out until I’m weak and boneless.
But Jack isn’t finished. He’s still licking and sucking, like he can’t get enough of me.
“Jack,” I pant. “I can’t.”
“Yes,” he growls against my pussy, “you can.” He removes his finger, replacing it with his tongue, fucking me with it, while his thumb now rubs over my clit. Back and forth. In and out.
“Fuck,” I whimper, falling back onto my elbows, no longer able to keep myself up.
It’s barely seconds before I feel myself starting to climb to the peak again.
Seems Jack knows my body better than I do.
Because I come there again, minutes later, with Jack’s tongue buried deep inside me.
I’m panting, gasping for air. Limp like a noodle. Shamelessly splayed out on my kitchen countertop.
Jack gets to his feet. His hair is pulled in every direction from my gripping hands. His face glistening with my cum.
He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I tell him.
He likes that because his eyes darken with lust. “Need you,” he rasps.
“Take me.”
He grabs a condom from the pocket of his jeans and tears the foil open, rolling the rubber onto his engorged cock.
I move to drop my feet from the counter and sit up, but Jack catches hold of them, shaking his head.
“Stay put.”
I lower my back down to the cool surface. It feels good against my overheated skin.
Hands still gripping my feet, Jack lifts my legs. Turning his head to one, he licks a path up the arch of my foot.
Holy hell.
My whole body is trembling and shuddering.
“You like that?” he asks.
All I can do is nod.
He repeats the motion again on my other foot before placing my legs over his shoulders.
Taking his cock in hand, he rubs it between my folds.
Pausing it at my entrance, he stares into my eyes, and then he starts to slowly bury himself to the hilt.
My eyes pretty much roll back into my head when he hits home.
It’s like feeling him for the first time all over again.
I wonder if I will ever get used to taking Jack inside of me and the feelings it gives me … that he gives me.
Part of me hopes I never do.
One of his strong arms wraps across both my thighs, pulling my hips to the edge of the counter.
Then, bracing his hands on either side of my head, Jack
