All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(45)

Keely gasped.


He licked her slit, from her clitoris to that sweet little *. He rimmed the pucker with his tongue, relishing the sexy moans of consent she didn’t bother to hide.


A thrill shot through him. Keely liked his raunchy side. Her complete wantonness increased Jack’s determination to please her beyond her wildest dreams.


“If this is your idea of punishment, I plan on being bad all the damn time.”


He laughed and continued to torment her. He f*cked her ass and her cunt with his tongue until she shook with need, whispering please, please, please in a husky rasp that caused his dick to jerk against his zipper.


“Turn over.”


The second Keely was on her back, Jack buried his face in her *. He zeroed in on her clit, sucking relentlessly until Keely bucked against his mouth and came in a rush of wetness all over his face. He didn’t release her juicy sex until her legs stopped twitching.


Again, Jack was humbled, seeing Keely utterly boneless, beautiful in abandon. He kissed her damp mound. The ticklish skin between her hipbones. The strange looking tattoo on her hip he suspected was a brand. The cute indent of her belly button. He looked at her, hoping she saw how much she meant to him at that moment.


No smile. No teasing eyes. She just said, “Fuck me, Jack. However you want. On the bed. On the floor. Over the chair. Hanging from the damn ceiling. I don’t care. I just need to see that wild look in your eyes and know I put it there.”


Her honesty floored him. Jack took her mouth in a brutal kiss. He slid his hands under her butt and lifted her, eating at those full lips. He staggered back, spun and pinned her against the wall.


He ripped his mouth away. “Help me get these jeans off.”


They depantsed him. Her hot, naked skin against his drove him out of his freakin’ mind. He grabbed a handful of her warm ass, canted her pelvis and plunged his cock in deep.


“Yes. Oh God. Yes.”


With her legs wrapped around his waist, she ground down on him every time he thrust up. Slam slam slam. No kisses. No caresses. No talking. Nothing but hard, fast f*cking.


Her head fell back against the wall and she moaned, “Harder,” tightening her fingers in his hair as she bore down on him with her * muscles.


Slam slam slam.


Keely suddenly snapped upright, a stricken look on her face. “Wait. Did you hear someone walking down the hall?”


“No.”


“I did. Jack. Stop. I think my parents are home.”


“So?”


“So? We can’t do this if my mom and dad are downstairs.”


Jack had just uttered the words, “You’re paranoid,” when Keely’s mom called out, “Keely, hon? You up here?”


“Shit! Let me down.”


“No. Just answer her.”


“We have to stop.”


He got right in her face. “No f*cking way. Answer her now before she comes hauling ass in here.”


Keely half-glared at him and shouted, “Yeah, Mom, I’ll be right out.”


Pause. “Is Jack in there with you?”


“See?” she hissed.


Jack began to thrust again. Damn. Had sex ever felt this good? He muttered, “Answer her, buttercup,”


against her throat and sucked on the spot that turned her inside out.


“Yes! I mean, Jack is here and we’ll be done—I mean out—in a few minutes.”


“Okay. We’ll be in the kitchen.”


“Fuckin’ hell, my dad is out there too!” she whispered furiously.


“So?” His thrusts picked up rhythm.


“Dammit Jack, stop. I can’t have an orgasm now.”


He grinned at her. “Wanna bet?” He f*cked her without pause, using his teeth on her throat until she came gasping, cursing his name, which bizarrely enough, turned him on even more. Keely pulled his hair, her orgasm was so intense. He muffled his raw shout against her shoulder as hot burst after hot burst shot out the end of his dick.


That’s when he realized why the sex was so good.


“Shit. We forgot a condom.”


She blinked at him sleepily, wearing the sated expression of a well-f*cked woman. “Hmm? What did you say?”


“No condom.”


“Oh. I’ll admit I prefer ridin’ bareback.”


“Me too. But—”


She pecked him on the mouth. Twice. “No worries. We’re safe. I’m on the pill.”


“You could’ve told me that last night.”


“We’ve been lovers less than twenty-four hours. It would’ve come up.” She shrugged and tried to cover a yawn. “Let me down so I can at least fix my hair so I don’t look like I’ve spent the last hour being f*cked silly by you.”


“Good luck with that.” Jack withdrew and set her on her feet. “Do you want to go downstairs one at a time so they don’t suspect? Or can we walk in together?”


“It’s embarrassing to get caught screwing in my old bedroom as an adult when they never caught me when I was a stupid kid.”