Chaser (Dive Bar #3)(71)

“Yikes.”

“I’m sorry if it caused any friction between you and Nell. It’s not fair for you to get judged on the basis of her opinion of me. That’s all on me. Not you.”

“Eric.” Jean put her hands sternly to her hips. “You’re my best friend. And that’s what I told Nell. End of story.” My heart gave a sudden squeeze in pleasure at her words. Jean sighed and shook her head. “Besides, I’ve got enough other things going on in my life to care less about her tick of approval.”

I frowned. “Other things?”

She blinked, and then smiled. “Right,” she agreed, moving over to me. “Other things.” She linked her arms around my neck and leaned in. “If the whole world has to know that we are friends with benefits, then I want my benefits.” My hands went to her hips, and her neck arched, granting me better access to it. Warm skin and the scent of my woman. “That’s nice. Don’t stop.”

Hands slipping beneath her top, I couldn’t help but smile. “Jean, between you and me, there’s no chance I’ll stop until you tell me to. Not today, not tomorrow, not even the day after.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Her fingers dug into my shoulders. And whatever the hell we were, right then, it didn’t feel the least bit fucking casual. Not after her standing up for me with Nell. And pressing her body into me now.

I really did need to work on the girlfriend speech and deliver it sometime soon. Just to make sure things were sorted between us.

My attention turned to her mouth, kissing her senseless. My tongue slipping between her lips and making itself right at home, tracing her teeth before rubbing against her tongue. She moaned and I swallowed the sound, burying it deep within me. Kissing this woman easily topped my list of favorite things to do.

“Now, about third base,” I whispered, dealing with the button and zip on her jeans, sliding them down over her hips.

“What about it?”

“Nice red panties.” I knelt before her, slipping off her shoes, socks, and all the rest. Steadily but surely getting her naked from the waist down.

She had such a pretty pussy. The tuft of curly dark hair and pink lips. As much as I liked talking dirty to the woman, words failed me. Sure as hell, there were far better uses for my mouth right then. I peppered her thighs and belly with kisses, pushing aside her hand when she tried to cover the scar from Ada’s birth. The small noise of distress from her throat faded fast when I kissed her mound and her musky scent made my mouth water.

“Hands on the counter,” I ordered.

Once she’d complied, I slipped her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me. Good access was everything when it came to doing this right. With one hand wrapped around her thigh and the other teasing her labia, I got busy eating her. Long licks of her sweet lips before teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. The woman was gratifyingly wet in no time at all. I opened her up with my fingers, all the better to get at her. No part of her pussy missing out on my attentions. Her moans got louder as the muscles in her legs quivered.

“Shh. Jean, you’ve got to be quiet or you’ll wake up Ada.”

“Oh, god,” she muttered. “You’re really good at this.”

“I know.” I grinned. “Now it’s up to you to keep me in practice. You realize that, right?”

“Stop talking.” Her hand slid into my hair, pulling just a little. My sex general. So demanding.

I fucked her entrance with my tongue, pressing the wet pad of my thumb against her asshole just for fun. Her breath stuttered, body shivering, and yes, she liked it. She liked it a lot. Hips pressed to my mouth, every muscle in her seemed to be drawn taut. I could have happily kept eating her for hours. But there’d be other occasions. It was time to finish her off. With my thumb embedded in her ass, I zeroed in on her clit, sucking and licking. Giving it all of my focus. Strangled little sounds came from the back of her throat, her pelvis rocking against my lips, tongue, and teeth.

So beautiful; the woman rode my mouth like she was made for it.

On a choked sob, she came. Her body trembled, knees shaking, while I held her firm. All in all, a perfect outcome. She’d even managed to stay relatively quiet. I made a mental note to high-five Jean for her efforts later. While keeping the volume down during sex had never been a concern for me before, it’d fast become a priority. Kind of made me wonder what things might be like at some future date when we could be loud. More out of control.

Sweet baby Jesus, it would be fun.

“Your turn,” said Jean, still breathing heavily.

“I’m way ahead of you.” I wiped off my mouth with my hand, then whisked her top off. Same went for the bra. Going, going, gone. Ah, breasts. So great. “You know, Jean, these counters are the perfect height.”

“Are they now?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “But um, let’s test them to be sure.”

She undid my button-down shirt, pushing it off over my arms. Then for some unknown reason she started putting it on herself.

“But I just did such a good job getting you naked.”

“I’ll leave the buttons undone.”

“Hang on a sec,” I said, putting my hand beneath her chin. “Sweetheart, is this about you worrying about your belly? Noticed you tried to cover the scar. You don’t need to do that, you know?”