Jacked Up (Bowen Boys #4)(74)

“Do you?” he insisted.

She lifted her gaze to his and nodded.

“Open your legs for me. I want to eat you out first.”

She did, slowly, enjoying the way he was staring at her, his huge cock twitching.

By the time he lifted his head from her crotch, she was gooey and shivering in the aftermath of her second orgasm. As he placed his mouth on her * again, she grabbed his hair and pulled. “No more. You promised to f*ck me.” She wanted to come with him, not alone.

“How do you want it?”

His question threw her off. “You taking requests now?”

His lips tilted into a slow smile. God, the bastard was handsome. Even while growling at her as he’d done wearing the Diablos outfit, he’d been gorgeous. Gloriously naked with his mouth shiny from her juices, his hard cock leaking precum, asking her how she wanted him? Just out of this world.

“Wiseass.”

“Thanks, I do my best.”

In spite of his visibly throbbing erection, he didn’t charge at her. “Your call.”

Elle knew very well what she wanted. “I want to ride you.”

Never breaking eye contact, he lay on the bed and she straddled him.

“Wow, I get to be on top. Be still my heart,” she joked, which earned her a spank. “I thought now that we’re on your home turf, you’d go all macho and try using some of your heavy-duty hardware on me.”

“You can’t take me on,” he stated, the cocksureness in his tone grating on her.

Elle stared at him defiantly. “Oh, but I can.” As a matter of fact, and although she would burn in hell before admitting it, the last time she’d taken him on had resulted in an earthshattering orgasm. Tied, blindfolded. At his mercy, yet made powerful by his need.

Jack straightened up and looked her in the eye. “Can you?” Then he leaned toward the nightstand and fished something from the drawer. “Butt plug. I want you wearing it while I’m f*cking you.”

He didn’t ask, didn’t push, just waited, the question in his face.

She went for nonchalant. “I’m not sticking anything up my ass that has been in your other lovers’.”

“It’s brand-new. I bought it for you.”

“Really? When?” she asked, taken aback.

“The first time I saw you.”

“What made you think you’d get me in your bed, let alone agree to wear that? Wishful thinking?”

He shrugged morosely. “One can always dream.”

Dream. That was the first time he’d admitted something like that.

“I’ll wear the butt plug, but it will be me f*cking your cock.” His length jerked and got even bigger. “You’ll get to experience what I learned after two years of twerking,” she said to break the tension filling the air.

He said nothing, his gaze boring holes in her.

“How do we do this?” she asked in a whisper, spellbound by his eyes.

She moved to unstraddle him, but he stopped her. “Stay. I want to watch you.”

Okay. Because she wasn’t feeling self-conscious and out of her depth enough.

Dazzled and inexplicably aroused, she stared while Jack, without dislodging her from his lap, got some lube and spread it on the butt plug, and then put a dollop on the tip of his fingers.

“Give me your mouth,” he ordered, without moving to get it.

She leaned and kissed him, her rear clenching as Jack’s finger, cool from the lube, nudged against her back entrance.

“Relax, pet. Let me in.” He didn’t force his way in, he just stayed at the door, massaging her rosette in tight circles, little by little lubing her up, stoking her need until she was the one pushing against his hand, panting on his mouth, wanting more. Jeez, that was good. Her ass was spasming, her * creaming, her achy nipples incredibly sensitive every time they rasped against Jack’s chest, which was with every one of her choppy breaths.

“Such a perfect ass,” he growled, his eyes intense, as a second finger breached her. Slowly. Stretching the sensitive ring of muscles and her inner walls.

He withdrew and suddenly she felt something bigger and colder against her behind, pressing inside her, the butt plug getting wider the more he drove it in. She tensed.

“Don’t fight me,” Jack whispered against her mouth, and then nipped at her lips, teasing her, all while relentlessly pushing that damn device into her, awakening nerve endings she had no clue she had.

“I don’t think I can,” she whimpered a second before the tapered end lodged in place.

“Oh, but you can,” he replied with a devilish grin, his hands splayed on her ass cheeks, rubbing them, which made the butt plug move and jiggle inside her. “You can take me on, remember?”

That had been prior to having this huge thing up her ass, tormenting her. “Jack—”

“Mouth,” he said, reading her. I’ll take care of you.”

He was a phenomenal kisser, but she doubted he could make her forget how uncomfortably full she felt. He worked his magic though, whispering against her lips how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, while with one hand he caressed her clit and with the other played with her ass cheeks. In no time she was dripping wet, panting and holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Fighting for breath. Needing him inside her.