Bad Wolf(22)

Yeah. Like that's the real reason you're here? Keep telling yourself that, girl.

The jeans fall open, and I suck in a sharp breath when I realize he's going commando. The treasure trail leads down to his thick cock that's trapped sideways in the denim. I follow its shape with my fingertips, feel it harden more.

I lick my lips, my throat suddenly dry. I tug down on the rough fabric, needing to see the evidence of his arousal, touch it. Freeing his hard-on, I wrap my hand around its thickness as it swings free of its confines. So long, and heavy, pulsing with big veins, the head flushed. It twitches in my hand, growing even larger.

God, it's so big, so sexy I lean forward, breathing him in. The scent of male musk is filling my senses, peppery and with a hint of his deodorant, pine trees and blood. I hear him breathing, fast and shallow.

"What are you waiting for?" His voice hitches when I reclaim my hold and squeeze, my hand barely big enough to grip the base of his cock. "Fuck … "

My breasts ache, my insides clench with need. Just holding him in my hand makes me feel so hot like I'm about to self-combust.                       
       
           



       

I lower my head, open my mouth and suck his cock inside, gripping his thigh with my other hand to steady myself.

He tastes good. Salty. Bitter. A hint of sweetness and spice.

A growl rips from his throat. His hand lands on my head, fingers twisting in my hair, and I feel how his body tenses, quivering with desire.

He's so big my lips hurt as I take him in deeper, then pull back so I can breathe. Saliva pools, slips from the corner of my mouth, but I don't care. Never thought I'd like blowing a guy so much.

I mean, my experience with blowjobs is limited. I've had sex, sure, but I've never been that interested in cocks, until now. Dicks hold no interest for me-not unless they're attached to Jarett Lowe.

"Ah shit," he groans when I lick his cock like a lollipop, dragging my tongue along the underside, then sucking on the head. "Christ, Gigi."

His hand tightens in my hair, tugging a bit too hard, but I don't mind. The tiny pinpricks of pain send sparks of sensation straight to my core. I moan, the urge to dip a hand between my legs and press to ease the delicious pressure getting more and more difficult to resist.

Another groan, and his hips roll, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I choke when it hits the back of my throat, but I don't want him to stop. God, I want him to fuck my mouth harder.

I want him to come.

My pussy throbs in time to the thrust of his hips, and I whimper, my hand sneaking down between my thighs without me realizing, just pressing over my drenched panties, and the pleasure makes me moan even louder than before, around his cock.

"Christ, oh fuck, goddammit … " His thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged, and then he suddenly pulls out, gasping, his cock jerking in long spasms as he comes all over his chest. "Fuck. Fuck."

I love it. Love making him come, seeing him lose control and make those sexy sounds. He pulls away, and as I rub a hand over my burning lips, I'm sad it's already over.

Yeah, I'm officially crazy, one hundred percent certifiable. And I'm crazy about the one guy I shouldn't want.



"Come here." Hands under my arms, lifting me up to me feet, steadying me. My face is mashed to a muscular chest. "You okay?"

I inhale his intoxicating scent and nod, trying to gather my thoughts. "Yeah."

"Dammit." He turns me around and pushes me down to sit in the chair he vacated only minutes ago. Feels like years. "I'll be right back."

I blink, wondering what just happened, following him with my eyes as he pulls up his jeans, tucking himself away, then grabs his T-shirt from the floor to clean his chest. I stare at the butterfly bandages I put on his back, white against his inked skin, and shift uncomfortably, my clit thrumming.

Then he's back in front of me, going down on one knee. "Want some water? Did I hurt you?"

I open my mouth. Close it. Shake my head.

"Kay." He runs a big hand through his hair, and I'm staring again. "Okay, good. So what do you want?"

"What … ?" I can't think straight. Can't think at all. "Nothing."

His mouth lifts up to one side in a smirk. "That's not true."

"What do you mean?"

"You want me, Gigi. Admit it."

That snaps me out of my daze. "Shut up."

The smirk grows. "I bet you're all wet for me." His bright eyes dip to my lap where my hands are twisted up together. "Shall I check?"

"No."

"So fucking soaked. I can smell you, you know." His eyes darken. "You smell so good I wanna eat you whole."

Oh God, he's right. I'm so wet it's embarrassing. This has never happened to me before. And I don't know what to do about it. About this.

About him.

"You're so pretty," he says, his voice low and rough, and familiar heat floods my cheeks. "Undress for me."

I swallow hard. "What?"

"I wanna see you, Gigi. Wanted to ever since I met you. See you, touch you, kiss you. Goddammit, you've been driving me nuts."

Every word hits me like a hammer blow. Because I'd hoped to hear him say this for years, yeah, ever since we met, but I never thought he saw me that way.

"You never said," I whisper.

He reaches up, touches my neck. "I'm telling you now."

But things have changed. "No."

"Gigi … " His brow furrows.

"No, Jarett." My eyes burn. I'm so frigging scared that I'll lose grip that I'll start to cry. "I don't even know you anymore. Who are you? Because one thing's for sure, you're not who you were when you met me."                       
       
           



       

"But I am." His gaze drops. "I am, Gigi. It's me."

"Really? Merc said you're in a gang, Are you? Tell me the truth."

His hand shifts on my neck, his fingers digging into my hair, gentle this time. "Yeah. Yeah, I am."

Holy crap. I push on his rock-hard chest. "Get off me."

"Gigi-"

"Get. Off."

He pulls his hand back, jaw tightening. "I told you I'm not a good guy. I dunno what the fuck you want from me."

And I don't know what I want, either, what to think. What to make of him.

My hands are still on his chest. He hasn't moved away. And I'm not really trying to shove him back. So close, I can see the flecks of blue and gold in his eyes, the long dark lashes, the fine stubble on his jaw, his lips.

His lashes lower, and he leans in. His mouth takes mine in a hot kiss, and my hands slide up to grip his big shoulders.

Oh man. He tastes good. Every lick and thrust of his tongue winds up the pressure in my belly tighter. I pull on him, trying to get closer-where just seconds ago I was pushing him away.

He's still on his knees, and I bend over him as we kiss and kiss, and then his hands slip under my dress. I moan when his fingers tug my panties aside and stroke me where I'm so hot and desperate for him.

He draws back just enough to breathe. "Wanna stop me?" he murmurs against my stinging lips. "Tell me now, or I'm gonna make you come so hard you'll scream, doll."

"I won't … " I'm panting, burning, needing. "Jarett … "

I'm ready to beg. Endless nights of touching myself in my bed mean nothing-I need him to touch me. I have a feeling it won't be the same.

"Tell me," he says again.

"Touch me."

He smiles, then. Not a smirk, not an arrogant grin, but a real smile. "I've dreamed of this."

He yanks my panties down my legs, spreads my thighs, and buries his head between my legs. No warning, no escape.

His lips close over my swollen clit and suck until I cry out, writhing on the seat. I drop back, hitting the backrest, my thighs falling open wider, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers part me, spread me apart and push into me.

He lets go of my clit only to lick my pussy, his tongue flat, dragging over every nerve ending, making me sob. My body is a live wire, jumping at every sensation.

I don't know what to do with my hands on his shoulders. I lift them to his head, like he did to me before, and stroke the soft strands. His tongue swirls around my clit, lashes at it while his fingers fuck me slowly, deeply, and my hips lift from the chair.

Oh God. I thought it'd be better than my own hand, but this …  this is going to break me to pieces. The pressure is mounting and mounting, bowing my body. I drop one hand from his silky hair to the chair, to anchor myself.

His teeth close gently over my clit, and I cry out. My God, this is so much, too much, just perfect, and I want …  more. Gripping the edge of the chair in one hand, his hair in the other, I'm about to come apart. I'm rocking shamelessly against his face, and he sucks harder on my clit, his fingers scissoring inside me, his thumb teasing my back entrance …

I scream as I come, just as he promised. Who knew I was a screamer?

It hurts, that's how hard I'm clenching down there, my legs shaking, my pussy pulsing like a heart. Holy shit, this is so crazy good. His mouth is still on me, and I'm still rocking, unable to stop as the waves of pleasure crash through me.