“More?”
The question didn’t need answering, even though he nodded. I was already moving, pulling the garment away to let the girls spring free.
He cursed, hands sliding up my ribcage as he looked his fill. A shiver washed over my skin as his gaze lingered, as though he’d physically touched me.
An invitation he wasn’t slow to take up. His rock-hard abs bunched, giving me a great show as he sat upright. Strong arms wrapped around me, the fingers of one big hand around and supporting my ribcage as he buried his face between my breasts. The rasp of his stubble brushed against the delicate skin, tearing a gasp from me as he nuzzled and breathed in deeply.
One hand slid up again, tangling in my hair as he brushed his cheek across my breast. I groaned as he found my nipple, engulfing it in the wet heat of his mouth. Starbursts exploded behind my eyes as he sucked. Flicked the tight bud with his tongue. Nipped and licked until I was squirming on his lap in desperation.
“Jared, more. Now.”
I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders to try and drag him up. I couldn’t take anymore, the coiled tension in my body so tight I knew I was about to snap.
“You want more?” He lifted his head, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Then more you’ll get.”
In a heartbeat I was airborne. I squealed, clutching at his shoulders as he stood and turned, easily lifting me to plant my ass on the step he’d been sitting on. A hard knee parted my thighs and then he was there, easing himself over me, hot, hard body mere inches from mine. The stairs had never struck me as the ideal place for seduction, but none of that mattered as he braced himself, hands on the step either side of my head. The muscles in his arms tensed as he leaned down, lips whispering over mine in a barely-there kiss.
“The underwear… I’ll get you more,” he promised as he moved, lowering himself down my body. I frowned, belatedly making sense of the words but it was too late. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air. I gasped as my panties were whisked away, leaving me clad just in my stockings, suspenders and heels.
Jared sat back, satisfaction on his face as he looked me over. Self-consciousness was a late comer to the scene, heating my cheeks as I tried to shut my legs, aware that I was spread out for his perusal. He stopped me, hard hands on my knees and a harder look in his eyes.
“No. Stay where you are.”
I swallowed. Just the words, the rough order, sent a shiver down my spine again. I always did like a man to take charge in the bedroom, even if it was the only place he did have control. Pete had always gotten that the wrong way around, more fool him.
Holding eye contact, Jared leaned forward. His breath whispered over the skin of my inner thighs as he settled himself between them. He didn’t waste time kissing along my leg. Instead he went right in for the kill, blowing a cool breath over my exposed pussy lips. My body clenched, releasing a fresh wave of liquid heat to coat my inner channel as he rumbled in satisfaction.
“You’re hot. Wet.”
Too fucking right I was wet. What did he expect after all this damn teasing? But the words remained still on my tongue, stolen away by a whimper as he leaned in further and swept his tongue along my pussy.
I groaned as he went to town. Long licks to part the lips and clever little flicks over my clit. Teasing and tempting, he drove the tension in my body ever higher. The growls in the back of his throat grew louder, but I didn’t care. Not when he latched onto my clit and sucked at the same time, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me so intense that my eyes rolled back in my head.
Oh god, the man could eat pussy better than he could dance.
My head dropped back with a thump onto a carpeted step. The hard edges dug into my back, but I didn’t care. Not when he swirled his tongue over my clit again then dragged it down. My breathing caught as he traced around my slit with his tongue. A warm, wet pressure that held my attention. With another rumble he palmed my ass, big hands spread over the globes to lift my hips. Without warning, his tongue stabbed deep, thrusting into my pussy as though he were determined to taste every last drop of my arousal.
I writhed on the stairs, back arched sharply as he tongue fucked me with a determination that was mind-blowing. Long, hot thrusts of his tongue into my needy pussy before he pulled back to nibble on my clit and then start the cycle again. Hot and fast, slow and penetrating. I whimpered, reaching out to grab the rails. Needing something, anything, to anchor me.
His hands moved, smoothing over my rounded ass, and long fingers dipped between the cheeks. I jumped, a startled exclamation on my lips as the blunt, broad tip of a finger brushed against my back entrance. A sound of surprise quickly swallowed up by another soul-deep moan as he chuckled and traced circles around my rosette.