All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(38)

“And yet, here you are.” Jack placed his mouth on the inside curve of her knee. He feathered kisses up, listening to the choppy sound of her breathing. The closer his marauding mouth moved to her *, the more her leg muscles quivered beneath his lips. He inhaled the aroma of her lilac-scented lotion mixed with the musky perfume of her sex.


Her eyes were dark with lust as she peeked from beneath lowered lashes. Her upper teeth sank into her kiss-swollen bottom lip. An effort to keep from crying out? Pointless. He’d take great pains and great pride in making Keely come undone.


Jack curled his hands around her hips and brought her body forward to his liking, ignoring her surprised gasp. He slipped his hands under her butt and bent to lick her glistening sex. He didn’t bother holding back his primal groan as he tasted her for the first time.


He could’ve drawn out his oral worship, built Keely to climax slowly, but Jack was crazy to feel her explode on his tongue. After pressing kisses on her closely shorn mound, he followed the cleft down to the mouth of her * and wiggled his tongue inside.


“Oh. Damn. That’s…”


Jack withdrew and did it again. And again. He zigzagged his tongue up that gratifyingly wet slit, stopping to suckle her * lips, while his tongue probed her clitoris.


“Jack!”


He started working her sweet little clit. Alternating sucking with tickling flicks of his tongue and firm-lipped bites. When Keely’s hands landed on his head, he latched onto that pulsing nub and sucked until she screamed.


After the throbbing slowed, her hands fell away. She flopped onto the mattress with a heavy, sated sigh. “Can I just say…holy f*cking shit. That was—”


“Phenomenal? Astounding?” he supplied.


She rested on her elbows and looked at him. “Not what I expected. I thought I was giving you head.


Not that I’m complaining or anything.”


“Good.” Jack pushed to his feet. Her avid gaze devoured his cock as he rolled the condom on. He dipped his tongue into her navel and blew across the wet spot. “Roll over.”


Keely flipped to her stomach. That sexy squeaking noise escaped when he yanked her hips to the edge of the bed. Her toes barely touched the floor.


“Brace yourself for a hard, fast ride, cowgirl.” Jack arranged his cock, lifted her ass so he could watch his dick disappear into her soft hot, pink flesh.


The mattress moved as Keely wiggled and widened the space between her thighs. “That’s better.”


“The visual is better for me too,” he murmured. “Fucking hot as hell, Keely.” He gripped the middle of her thighs and thrust deep.


“Yes. As hard as you want, you won’t hurt me.”


A snarl-like noise rumbled out and he slammed into her wet heat. Each slap of his hips brought forth her soft groan of approval. Keely fisted her hands into the comforter, keeping herself in place as his cock tunneled in and out at warp speed.


Sweat coated his face, dampened his hair, trickled down his chest and the crack of his ass. His toes curled into the carpet in anticipation, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.


Keely emitted a keening moan, shooting her hips back with more force. Caught within her vise-like * muscles, Jack had no prayer of holding back. His sac tightened, his cock swelled as it tried to break out of the latex. He came right along with her, a grunting, sweating maniac consumed with experiencing every hot pulse of bliss as his balls emptied.


“Jesus. Yes.”


His strokes didn’t slow even after the head rush faded. Jack kept f*cking her, prolonging both their orgasms. Even in the aftermath of his release, his pelvis snapped eagerly, almost of its own accord.


Keely sagged face first into the mattress, mumbling.


What a way to end a long dry spell. Jack trailed kisses up her spine, tasting her sweat and pulled out.


She emitted a sleepy sound. By the time he’d returned from the bathroom, she’d rolled to her back.



His gaze tracked her beautiful, moist, naked flesh. Pity he’d only kissed her mouth and between her legs. He crawled up her body, stopping to tongue her rosy nipples.


“I wondered if you’d get around to that.”


“That’s my question.” Jack propped himself on his elbow beside her. “Do I indulge in every sexual scenario tonight because it’s a one-time only offer?”


Keely mirrored his position. “Is that what you want?”


“No. Not at all. Not even close.” His hand shook as he swept the damp tendrils from her neck. “Is it what you want?”


“No. Not at all. Not even close,” she mimicked.


Smiling, Jack stroked her hair, twining the dark strands around his index finger. “You didn’t ask what I want, Keely.”


“I don’t have to. I see it in your eyes, Jack.”


“Busted.” The woman didn’t have a clue what he expected from her. “I want all of you as long as we’re pretending we’re engaged.”


“All of me, meaning…just sexually?”


“Meaning I’ll be in your bed every night.”