Hang Tough(80)

Finally he ramped up the pace. He swept the stubble on his chin back and forth across her swollen clit. Sometimes that bristle was soft. Sometimes it wasn’t. But that quick sting quickly melted into pleasure.

Then Jade had drifted back into that place where please please please became a mantra as her body inched closer and closer to that state of pulsating bliss.

At some point Tobin had started swirling his wet thumb over the pucker of her ass, and that gave her an entirely new sensation to focus on. So she didn’t notice at first when the abrasion of his beard on her clit increased and stung more than tickled.

But she started to squirm, and he used his free hand to keep her hips pinned against the couch. Then she held her breath with every prickly pass and became light-headed.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another sharp pain, Tobin opened his mouth over her clit and sucked softly, adding the random lash of his tongue.

Jade came hard—harder than she’d ever come in her life. A kaleidoscope of shifting patterns and shapes danced behind her eyelids, twirling her around into a white vortex of nothingness, where the only constant was the roaring in her ears and the accelerated beat of her heart.

When every inner and outer muscle and tendon and tissue stopped twitching, she opened her eyes.

“So fuckin’ hot,” Tobin murmured against her belly. He snatched the bag from the drugstore and dumped out the box of condoms and the lube. After pushing to his feet, he kept his eyes on hers as he ditched his jeans and boxer briefs and rolled on a condom. One flick of the cap and he had the lube open.

Was there anything sexier than a confident man stroking himself?

Maybe a sexy, naked man gritting out, “Need to fuck you now. Get to the end of the couch and bend over before I lose my ever-lovin’ mind.”

“Maybe you should lube me up first.”

Tobin squirted a long thick line of lube down the seam of his first and second finger. Then he gently pushed those fingers inside her, swallowing her gasp at the cool temperature of the lube.

He kissed her, pausing only to add more K-Y.

“You taste like me,” she said softly.

“I smell like you too. I might not wash my face for days.”

She blushed. And wasn’t that just stupid. The man had his fingers inside her and she was uncomfortable with him telling her how much he liked the way she tasted and smelled.

He eased his fingers out and pressed the tube into her hand. “Keep it close in case we need more.”

She nodded and ducked her head, allowing her hair to cover her face.

An awkward moment passed.

Then Tobin’s rough palm skated up her arm. He brushed her hair over her shoulder. “Second thoughts?”

“No.” She took one step back. And another. “Just wondering which couch. This one is too low.” She pointed. “That one is too high. So which one is just right?”

Tobin lunged for her. “Oh, this one will do just fine.” He spun her around and put his hand in the middle of her back, until her chest rested on the cushions and her butt hung over the edge.

Jade pushed up and looked over her shoulder at him. The look of lust he wore for her . . . pretty heady stuff.

He widened her stance, and his hand shook as he smoothed his hand over her butt. “I wanna take a bite outta this ass.”

“Maybe next time.”

The head of his cock prodded her opening. “Lower your hips. There, that’s it.”

She bit her lip as he pushed in.

And in.

And in.

And in.

“Christ. So tight. You okay?”

“I don’t know yet.”

His withdrawal had her handing him the lube.

“More is better.”

Whatever Tobin did made it better—much better.

After a few slow deep strokes, he ground out, “Jade. I have to move.”

And then he did.

Chills erupted when she stole another peek over her shoulder. There was some serious power behind the way those lean, muscular hips could thrust and pump.

His grip increased and he said, “Fuck. Fuck me.”

Which Jade took to mean she should drive back onto him harder.

“Yeah. Like that. Sexy little thing. You movin’ like that is makin’ my dick harder.”

She smirked.

“Ain’t gonna last. Too good.”

Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam.

Tobin threw his head back and roared.

She watched the cords in his neck strain as his orgasm overtook him. The ropy muscles and thick veins in his forearms popped up like a topographical road map as he clutched her hips. His chest heaved as he tried to suck in air. Biceps, triceps, pectorals, all glistening and quivering. And she really wished she had a mirror to watch his glutes flexing.

He exhaled and opened his eyes.

“Worth the price of admission?”