All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(53)

Keely painted wet swirls on his abdomen, paying meticulous attention to that luscious six-pack. She dipped her tongue into his belly button; his cock jerked against her neck. She swept the pearly bead from the head and placed a smacking kiss on the middle of his shaft. “Scoot up and spread your legs.”


He moved so fast she suspected he’d gotten fabric burns on his ass.


For a minute, Keely admired the bounty before her. She’d seen her share of cocks, but she admitted Jack’s cock was beautiful. Big. Long and thick. The shaft itself was wide enough she couldn’t circle her index finger and thumb around the girth. His black pubic hair wasn’t too long or too short. She appreciated his manscaping.


She nuzzled his groin, inhaling the ultimate masculine scent that was as familiar as it was unique. She brought the pilfered pouch within reach and angled her head to suck his sac.


“Sweet Jesus.”


Man, she loved the way he groaned as she rolled his balls over her tongue. Sucking both together, then one at a time. She released them and flicked her tongue up the ridged vein of his cock until the tip reached the sweet spot below the head.


Keely half-expected he’d be watching her intently with those sexy hooded eyes, but his head was on the mattress. His eyes were closed. He wasn’t relaxed, but he’d probably forgotten their entire conversation.


As much as she’d enjoyed taking her time, Keely ended the sexual teasing. She wanted Jack’s orgasm.


She’d earned it. She swallowed that velvety heat into her mouth, just holding it there.


Jack didn’t grab her head. He didn’t force his hips up. He stayed still and emitted another rough-edged moan.


She slipped the Fukuoko 2000 onto the tip of her finger. She brought more of his cock into her mouth, letting the wetness guide him deeper. She sucked hard as she released the length back, letting her teeth nip the upper rim of the head as her tongue fluttered below it. Keely did this over and over.


It wasn’t long before he rasped, “Goddamn. Keely. Please.”


Her head bobbed faster, keeping the strokes shallow. She flipped the tiny switch on the mini


“massager” and placed the vibrating tip on the strip of skin behind his balls in front of his anus.


“Holy f*ck!”


And Jack was toast. The instant his balls constricted, his cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed each hot spurt. He came so violently, the bed shook. When she figured she’d sucked every last drop and most of his brainpower, he slipped free from her mouth.


Several minutes passed. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t reach for her. And Keely suddenly felt very unsure of herself and almost…shy. She pushed onto her knees, ready to flee.


But Jack hauled her against him so she sprawled across his chest. He took her mouth in a savage kiss.


After he finally relinquished her lips, he buried his face in her neck.


“So I guess you liked that after all?”


He swatted her ass. Hard. “You even have to ask?” He dusted delicate kisses on her cheek. “That was f*cking amazing. Thank you.”


“I loved doing it.”


“I could tell.” He breathed in her ear. “Did having my cock in your mouth turn you on? If I slip my hand between your legs will I find you wet?”


“Drenched.”


“Maybe I should take care of that for you.”


“Or I could take care of it myself and you can watch.”


Jack’s entire body went rigid. Then he growled, “Show me. Now.”


Keely straddled him again, staying up on her knees. “This won’t take long.” She smiled naughtily and brought the Fukuoko to her mouth. She watched Jack’s face as she licked it.


A dark hunger shot through his eyes and he growled again.


She set the plastic tip directly on her clit, flicked the switch and closed her eyes. Because she was primed from blowing Jack, that tightening, tingling sensation didn’t build; it sideswiped her. Immediately.


Keely climaxed with a sharp gasp.


His slow, sensual smile brightened his face. “You weren’t kidding about fast.”


“Nope.”


“Sexy as hell. Next time I’ll be in charge of the vibrator selection, as I know you’ve squirreled away a whole box of them.”


“Deal.” Keely shoved the Fukuoko in the pouch, threw it on the nightstand and crawled into Jack’s arms.


Before she drifted off, he whispered, “Thanks, cowgirl.”


Chapter Thirteen


Due to a light schedule, Keely left work early. She drove to Moorcroft to check on the building process before she headed out to Colby and Channing’s.


Jack was in a foul mood. He wasn’t yelling, but speaking in clipped tones, wearing that don’t-f*ck-with-me look. Eyes hard, mouth flat, eyebrows drawn together. Plus, his hair nearly stood on end from jamming his hands through it.


Might make her a chickenshit, but she steered clear of him.


Chet and Remy were covered in dust and grime, leaning against the wall by the back door. Keely approached them cautiously. “Hey guys.”