Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(41)

“You’re so f*cking hot.” I nip at her again. “I need to bury my cock in this hot, wet *.”

She moans again.

I flick open the button of her jeans and then work the zipper down, which isn’t easy with one hand, but her jeans are very low-rise and the zipper is short and it’s easy to push them lower on her hips so I can get my hand inside. She feels so small and delicate, so warm and wet, pulsing against my palm. More heat washes down through my body.

“Goddamn.” I slide my other hand around behind her neck and hold her there as I feast on her mouth again, long openmouthed kisses. “So wet for me, baby. You need to be f*cked.”

“Yes.” She whimpers again. “Yes, I do.”

I move beside her, laying hot kisses between her breasts, down her belly, and then above her panties. I ease her jeans down over her legs along with her bright striped socks, and when her legs are bare, I cup one foot and kiss the top of it, then kiss her calf. I look up at her face as I do so and her eyes are fastened on mine, hot and glowing. I hold her gaze as I kiss my way up to the inside of her knee.

Then I move up beside her again to kiss her mouth while my hand slips inside her panties, a tiny little hot pink thong held together with two strings. I kiss her over and over as I finger her *, so hot and slick, and she’s whimpering and gasping into my mouth. I lower my head to her sweet nipples again to tug on them with lips and teeth until she’s writhing, her hips lifting against my hand, her plump folds dripping.

I want to taste more of her.

I deliberately pull my hand out from her panties and lift it to my mouth, watching her face as she watches me suck her girl juices off my own fingers.

“Oh my God,” she breathes.

“Mmm. You taste so sweet, baby. I want to put my mouth on that hot *. Okay?”

Her nod is barely there—but it’s there.

I shift to kneel above her. I kiss her again, her mouth, her cheek, her neck…her nipple, her belly. I lick from her navel down to the edge of her panties. Then I look up at her and reach for her hands and pull her so she’s sitting. I curve my hands around the back of her neck, my thumbs caressing her jaw as I look into her eyes, nose to nose. Our lips touch. Our eyes close as I kiss her again, then she lies back down. I bend her legs and lift them straight up, and, holy Christ, her * is so pretty. Plump and pink and smooth.

With her knees at her chest, she holds on to one calf and I lean down to taste.

Fucking heaven.

I lick and nibble, slip a finger inside her tight passage, close my lips over her clit. She shudders and groans, and I smile. I lap up her taste, delicate and tangy and feminine. Then I move my head to kiss the inside of her thigh while I rub my fingertips over her clit.

Her soft, breathy sounds quicken. I glance up at her face. A flush climbs from her chest up her throat and into her face, and her lips part. “Jacob. Oh my God. Please.”

“Yeah. You want to come, beautiful girl?”

“Oh yeah…”

I move my mouth back to her clit and tease it with my tongue. Beautiful.

She cups her own breasts, then lifts her hands over her head, eyes closed, as I lick her to an amazing orgasm, her body quivering, her clit swelling against my tongue.

Damn, I need to get my clothes off and get inside her. I drag the condom out of my jeans pocket where I’d stuck it earlier—so hopeful—and then roll off the bed to strip. Skylar turns her head and watches me through hazy eyes, her lips quirked in a half smile.

I move over her when I’m naked. “Don’t want this to be awkward, baby…but you’re consenting…right?”

She smiles, and it’s so luminous and beautiful it steals my breath. “Yes. I’m saying yes. In fact, I’m begging you. Please, Jacob…f*ck me.”





Chapter 15


Skylar


My body is burning and trembling. The ache between my legs is unrelenting. I watch Jacob take his clothes off. He’s so amazing. His body is muscled and hard and perfect, his chest smooth, his abdomen ridged. As his jeans loosen and lower on his lean hips, the V muscles that make me drool are revealed.

I’ve seen him before, but it still mesmerizes me. He drops his jeans and peels off socks, standing in a pair of Batman boxer shorts. I want to tease him about those, but I’m burning up.

Then the boxers are off too, and his thick erection is in his hand as he climbs back onto the bed. He parts my thighs and kneels there and that’s when he asks me.

My chest swells with gratitude that he’s taking the time to say that, even though I just want him to do it. Now.

“Please, Jacob…f*ck me.”

I can’t believe I’m asking for this, but I want it so bad. I want him so bad.

He nods and reaches for the condom package he tossed onto the bed a moment ago. I watch him roll it on, excitement making my breathing shallow. I want to touch him there. I want to touch him everywhere. I want him to kiss me again and fill me up.

He’s big and strong, shoulders wide, hips narrow as he kneels between my thighs. He smoothes his hands down the insides of my legs, studying me with a look of awe on his face that undoes me. I reach for him, gripping his big thighs as he fists his cock and runs the head up and down through my folds. A little whimper escapes me. I’m still so sensitive there from the stupendous orgasm he just gave me.