One Night of Trouble(50)

“Hmmm…well…” His voice became thoughtful. “I do feel a tad intimidated. Like maybe my masculinity has been threatened.”

She caught the wicked curve of his mouth. “Liar.”

“I’m serious.” He swept a possessive hand over her tailbone before dragging it down to pinch her ass. “I think you might need to help me out. You know, remind me how much I love women…”

“Oh really? How?”

In the blink of an eye, the air in the kitchen transformed from light with humor to thick with sex.

“I’m sure you can figure something out after you undo my pants.”

…

AJ had never seen a more beautiful view than Brett sinking to her knees in front of him. With her cheeks still flushed from her fit of laughter and her dark eyes burning with passion, she was temptation personified. A perfect, heart-stoppingly sexy picture he would happily take to his death.

“You poor thing,” she murmured, both hands poised on his belt buckle. “Not feeling so masculine, huh?”

He hissed when she slipped the belt free, deliberately rubbing the heel of her hand over his erection. She damn well knew exactly how masculine he was feeling at the moment. His rock-hard cock was all the evidence she needed.

And no, he hadn’t been intimidated in the slightest back at Donnelly’s, at least not after he’d accepted the situation and gave up on trying to reach Brett. He’d actually had a pretty fun time.

“How on earth am I going to make it better?” Brett peered up with a mocking smile, while her fingers eased down his zipper.

He voiced a helpful suggestion. “Your mouth on my dick would be a good start.”

She laughed, and the sweet sound was like music to his ears. Christ, he loved hearing her laugh. Seeing her bent over backward a minute ago had been like stepping into a ray of sunshine. It had warmed his entire body, made him want to join her on the floor and roll around like a kid with her.

“And what do I get in return?” she teased.

“My dick in your mouth.” He wiggled his eyebrows as if to say duh, and got the desired response. Another melodic laugh, this one snaking into his chest and circling his heart.

She heaved an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I can live with that.”

A second later, she had his erection in hand, and neither of them was capable of doing much talking after that.

AJ groaned when she wrapped her lips around him. Goddamn it. There was no greater feeling in the world.

Brett’s mouth was absolute heaven. Her tongue was pure sin. And she knew exactly how to use both, wasting no time in kindling the arousal that burned in his blood. Long, teasing glides along his shaft, until it was slick with moisture and throbbing with impatience. She sucked on the tip, and AJ almost keeled over from pleasure.

His fingers tangled in her hair, hips flexing as he tried to drive deeper.

But his eager attempt only caused her to release him. “Oh, baby, you need it bad, don’t you?”

“Fuck. Yes.” He shuddered when she rubbed her thumb over the base of his shaft. “No teasing tonight, angel. Give it to me.”

“I think it’s the other way around,” she said in a throaty voice. “Give it to me. Now.”

Her lips were back with a tight suction and deep strokes guaranteed to blow his mind. AJ cupped the back of her head and thrust into her wet, willing mouth. She dug her short fingernails into his ass cheeks as she swallowed him up, her muffled sounds of pleasure vibrating through his cock.

The climax roared through him like a freight train, turning his knees to jelly. His seed shot out and she tightened her lips around him, sucking so hard he was surprised his brains didn’t leak out. His entire world dissolved in a rush of bliss that flowed through his veins and fogged up his mind, until all he could focus on was Brett. Her lips, her tongue, her soft breaths and tiny whimpers.

He stroked her hair, needing to touch her, using the tender caress to show her just how hard she’d rocked his world right now. God knew his vocal chords weren’t capable of expressing it.

When his heart rate steadied and his vision cleared, he pulled out gently and hauled her to her feet. He kissed her, tasted himself on her lips, and another shudder racked his body.

“I…” His voice was so hoarse he had to clear his throat. “I think we should keep doing this.”

“You mean, I should keep blowing you?” With a saucy smile, she brought her hand to his groin and circled his still-hard cock. “Sure, I’d love to. How many more times would you like me to do it tonight? Five? Ten?”

He wheezed out a laugh. “Fifteen. But that’s not what I meant.”

She glanced up at him, quizzical.