Baddest Bad Boys(13)

Not a chance. His mouth was grim, but still, he was passive as she popped the buttons of his fly. “Don’t waste any compassion on the beast,” he said. “He gets his rocks off on a regular basis.”

That was not what she wanted to hear, but she brushed it off, and wrenched down his jeans. His penis sprang out at her, right in her face.

Holy cow. He hadn’t been exaggerating. His penis was way thicker and broader and…well, redder and angrier looking than anything she’d expected. A rush of lube moistened her thighs, just looking at it.

She grabbed it, curling her fingers around it tightly so he couldn’t change his mind and pull away. The contact made her hand tingle. His skin was so soft, and beneath it, the flesh hard and hot and pulsing. Smooth skin sliding over that stiff shaft, the thick knotwork of empurpled veins. She’d never played with one of these up close. Never imagined how it would feel to be a man and have it all sticking out there on display. Intimidating, but also…vulnerable. She could read the vulnerability on his face, even beneath the simmering tension.

“Wow,” she commented. “What a truly excellent toy.”

He let out a bark of laughter, and that was her cue to just go for it, before he gathered his defense, or she lost her nerve, either one. If he didn’t like how she did it, he could give her pointers along the way.

After all, please. Like, how complicated could this be?

Jon threw his head back with a groan of agonized delight. God. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for with sheer intensity, and what he suspected was incredible innate talent.

So good. He got his cock sucked whenever he wanted it, never lacking for willing female company, and he enjoyed it lustily every time, but this desperate emotional edge he had right now changed it into something almost…dangerous.

He must be on the brink like this because he was so f*cked up over the Geddes thing. He hadn’t had sex in months. Rare, for him. He had tankloads of backed-up mojo to unload. That was all it was.

But that and all other sure things he knew about himself were breaking down because of this girl, those slender hands gripping him, that clever tongue, licking, swirling, sucking. She sucked his glans into her mouth while her tongue circled and fluttered the underside.

He locked his knees, trembling, so he wouldn’t fall.

It took a while for her to figure out the choreography, but any woman capable of juggling tomatoes or flaming torches was more than capable of coordinating tongue, lips, hands to drive him out of his skull. She milked his root with her hands, finding that spot under the glans that made him nuts, the suckling outstroke, the perfect rhythm…

He had a bad moment imagining what Danny would say if he walked in, but the charge was building. He was going to explode.

The phone in his shirt pocket started to ring.

They froze, eyes locked. He plucked the vibrating thing out of his pocket. Two rings. Three. Sure enough. It was Danny. Aw, f*ck. Fuck.

Four rings. Robin waited, caressing his slick, throbbing cock with her hands like she couldn’t bear to let go, a question in her eyes.

A challenge, too. Guilt made him furious.

Danny waited ten rings before he gave up. Jon flung the thing onto the couch, disgusted with himself. Hogtied by a woman’s mouth. She’d wrangled him so easily. All his bluster, all his resolve, had led him straight to this. Her lube all over his face. His cock in her mouth.

“So?” His voice came out hard. “You won. Finish me off.”

She blinked, startled by his harsh tone, but got right to it. Sucked him right back into that vortex of white hot pleasure.

He should have asked if she was OK with him coming in her mouth, but by the time it occurred to him, it was thundering down, pounding him under.

He could hardly believe he was still on his feet. He looked down as she wiped her mouth and pressed a kiss to the tuft of springy dark hair at his groin. He felt like shit. Even if she wasn’t his best friend’s baby sister, she was a sweet, vulnerable girl. She had no business getting mixed up with him. He could have stopped himself. And should. Right now. Because as he stared at her body, her big, glowing eyes, he knew he was capable of making it worse. Taking it all the way. Oh, yeah.

He pulled himself out of her grip, shoved his still turgid dick back into his pants and fastened them. “Class dismissed,” he said.

She looked disillusioned. “But I…didn’t you like it?”

“Sure, I liked it, and now it stops. Get your damn clothes on.”

He walked away. Out the kitchen, out the door, into the rustling moonless night. The wind was tossing the firs, petting them like a big hand. He stumbled out into their midst, watched them bend and sway.

He had to do something about the cold, dead feeling the Geddes case had left him with. It sat there in the middle of his chest like a rock. He’d tried alcohol, but he didn’t like getting as drunk as he needed to be to blunt it. He hadn’t noticed it when he was wallowing between Robin’s thighs, a voice in his head pointed out. Hadn’t felt it when she was blowing him, either.

Huh. He’d have to think about that. But it wasn’t permanent. The instant the sexual buzz eased off, the feeling crashed down, just like now. Tenfold. He heard the ringing of his cell. The door opened, and Robin appeared in the door, mercifully, clothed. Silhouetted against the kerosene lamplight, staring down at the screen display.

“I don’t want to talk to him,” he said.