Down Too Deep (Dirty Deeds, #4)(73)

Don’t stop kissing her? Don’t stop fucking her? I didn’t ask. I also didn’t need clarification, since I couldn’t seem to stop doing both without any difficulty.

Until I wanted to take Jenna from behind. On her knees, with her hair wrapped tight in my hand, kissing became a little tricky, but we managed.

Our mouths touched and opened together as I fucked her. Her little breathless noises drove me wild. I ate her gasps. I licked her jaw and sucked wildly at her neck. I bit the tattoo on her shoulder and laughed through a groan when she started singing that fucking song that drove me crazy that day in my office.

“Trying to concentrate here.” I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and slid inside again. We moaned together. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed during sex before.”

She smiled. “Me either. Maybe we’re not doing it right.”

“Maybe we never were until now.”

Jenna wrapped her arms around my neck, our lips close. “Maybe,” she whispered. She stared into my eyes as I moved inside her. When her breaths grew quicker and needier, I slid my hand down her body and rubbed her clit.

“God, I can’t wait to feel you,” I moaned, kissing my way to her ear. “Come on. You’re right there…Do it with me.”

“Please,” she begged, like I wasn’t asking for this. Jenna reached down and squeezed my thighs, grinding her hips against me. Her body began to shake. She sucked and licked my neck. I felt her teeth. “Oh God…Nathan. Nathan.”

Jesus, my name on her lips—was there anything better? I slid my grip to her waist and pounded into her. Pressure rolled down my spine. I blinked the sweat from my eyes. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to chase after this feeling forever. I never wanted it to end.

“Fuck, Jenna…fuckkkk. Ah, God.”

My spine burned as I filled the condom, slowing my strokes, dragging this out too. With one final thrust, my body sagged forward.

“Don’t stop,” Jenna demanded. She wiggled against me. “I’m…Oh shit, oh shit.”

Was she…again? Already?

I pulled out of her and slid my fingers inside. Her pussy clamped down.

Holy fuck, she was.

Jenna tugged on my neck.

I bent over her and we kissed, hard and hungry, as I pumped into her. I sucked on her tongue. She dripped all over my hand.

“Wow.” Her body trembled as she came down. She clung to me, gasping against my cheek. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right.” I slid my fingers out, kissing her jaw, her mouth. “I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I pushed back to my knees and looked at her.

Jenna slowly drew her legs in, pressing them together, and rolled to her side. “Thanks,” she said, smiling, still a little breathless.

I smiled back. “No, thank you. I know exactly what I’ll be thinking about next time I jerk off.” I pushed damp hair off my forehead.

Jenna bit her lip and blushed.

“Look who’s all shy now,” I teased.

“I’m picturing you doing that.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you sometime.” I stood from the bed, carefully tugging off the condom. “Bathroom?”

She pointed at the door closest to the bed. I assumed the other on the opposite wall led to a closet.

I stepped inside, disposed of the condom, and cleaned up at the sink. With damp hands, I slicked my hair back. Then I lifted my chin at the mirror.

“You gave me a hickey,” I called out, turning my head to the side. The vein in my neck bulged under a reddish mouth-shaped mark. “I haven’t had one of these in, like, fifteen years.”

“Did you give me any?”

I turned the bathroom light off and walked out into the bedroom.

Jenna flipped onto her back and pressed her head into the pillow, showing me her neck as I climbed onto the bed. I settled beside her.

She smiled as I inspected her. Her breaths sounded hurried—a little excited. “Well?” she asked.

“None.” I kissed her jaw. “Well, none visible. You have some here.” My hand brushed over her right breast. I gave it a little squeeze.

“Damn it,” she mumbled.

“You want a hickey?”

“I’ve never had one.”

I stared at her. “Well, I don’t understand that at all. You’re way too sweet not to suck on.” I bent lower. “Shall I?”

She giggled and tipped her head back again. “Please.”

I slid my lips over her skin, barely touching her. “How visible are we wanting this hickey?”

“We should probably keep it PG.”

“A PG hickey? I’m not sure what that is.” I kissed around to the back of her neck. “How about here? Your hair will cover it.”

“Sold.”

“Permission to suck?”

She giggled again. “Yes, please.” Her hand moved over my hip, and as my mouth latched on to her skin, Jenna dug her fingers into me. “Unh.” She gasped, her legs sliding against the sheets. Soon she was panting. “Do we match yet?”

“Almost.” I slid my mouth over her again and darkened the bruise, smiling against her when she made the faintest little moan. “Do you mind?”

“What?” She laughed.