Jock Rule (Jock Hard #2)(44)

Grabs my shirt by the hem and lifts it all the way off.

In the dark, giant man paws find my shoulders, float their way down my biceps, then— “Jesus, Teddy, your tits,” he moans, palming them both, thumbs circling my stiff nipples. My mouth drops open as my head tips back, his lips and tongue flicking my skin. Mouth latching on and sucking, only coming up for air to say, “These are so perfect. I could suck on these all night.”

“They’re not perfect.” My hands brace on his hard thighs for support as he continues to pull and draw my nipple into his greedy mouth. “You can’t even see w-what they l-look like.”

He lifts his head, beard scratching my chest. “I don’t have to see these tits to know they’re perfect, Teddy.”

My arms go around his neck and I let him devour me, the throbbing between my legs unsatisfied. My lower half rakes back and forth over his dick, pushing and dragging and desperate for the tip to dig itself deeper into my pussy.

Somehow, our mouths fuse. Our first kiss, in the pitch black of his freezing cold bedroom, in the middle of the night—is frantic and hot and wet and dirty.

Tongues and lips and teeth. Beard scraping my face.

“Let me push your underwear to the side.” His raspy tone is desperate. “It’ll feel so good.”

That’s flirting with danger.

“Kip…” I might be protesting, but when his thumb reaches between us to push the barrier of my panties aside, we both sigh with relief. He was so right—it does feel amazing. So amazing, so amazing. Euphoric.

“I wanna be inside you so bad, fucking you.” He pants, mimicking sex, pelvis gyrating, hands working my hips.

“No you don’t. You’re talking crazy.”

“No, Teddy, I want to fuck you—I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you.” He’s repeating himself and sounds half crazed, nothing like I’m used to. He is losing control of the situation and dragging me down with him—except I’m all too eager to follow. I’m on top, dry humping him.

“Stop begging me, Kip.” Before I lose control too.

“Let me eat you out, then, please.”

Eat me out? Oh…

“Let me put my tongue inside your pussy, Teddy. Let me put my beard between your legs.”

That has my attention. My full, undivided attention. My vagina’s too, because it clenches at the thought, getting me hot all over again.

“Um…”

“Come on, baby—please. As long as it takes, just let me taste you.”

“But, won’t your beard get all…” Messy?

“Yes—fuck yeah it will.”

K, well, that’s kind of gross.

Still…

When he lifts me off him and lays me on my back, any protests die on my lips.

Kip’s mammoth body eases down my petite one, shoulders nudging my legs apart.

A large finger draws down the center of my—

“NNNmm…” I gasp when the flick of a scorching tongue meets my clit. Presses firmly down. Mouth sucks. “Oh…god.”

I have no idea what to do with myself right now, what to do with my arms, hands, body. Am I supposed to just lie here and let him…lick me like this? Do I move my hips around?

I feel so selfish letting him do all this work.

It’s dark, so I can’t see his head, but I can feel it—the messy mop top tickling my skin while his beard tickles my inner thighs.

Mustache and lips wreaking havoc on my clit.

My whole bottom half is going to have the equivalent of carpet burn, I just know it—but it’ll be worth it.

I grasp at his shoulders as his elbows push against my knees, holding me open.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles. “You taste so good—I’m going to be able to smell you for days.”

Uh…thanks?

I try not to think about what I might smell like down there—I mean, I showered today, so that part is taken care of, right? But last night I had a fish sandwich for dinner, and oh god, what am I even saying?

Stop thinking and enjoy it, Teddy! Who knows when the next time is going to be that you’ll have a chance like this. Mariah, Cameron, and Tessa are always bitching about how no one they date wants to go down on them, and here I am, legs spread while Kip goes to town on my…

Downtown.

He’s groaning, and the sounds? Primal, as if we were actually having sex and he wasn’t just performing oral.

Oral.

There is a guy with his head between my legs, and it feels so good it feels so good it feels so—“Uhh…uh…”

I can barely get any coherent words past my lips. Can’t even be bothered to moan, my head thrashing on the pillow, fists clenched in his thick hair. Clenching the blankets. Clenching the pillow beneath my head.

Kip’s tongue flattens, pushing deeper. Rolling. Licking. Sucking. And I swear, my legs quake.

“Come on baby. Come for me,” he croons into the gap between my legs, the hair on his face doing crazy things to the nerves in my body, the soft yet coarse strands driving me nuts.

Jeez, how am I going to know if I’m coming or not? I’ve never done it, how could I possibly kn— Yes, yes, that, right there!

That spot.

Keep doing that thing, that…that right th-there…