Sexy Jerk(30)

It makes me shiver.

With a smile on her face, she brushes my cock against her cheek, close, so close, and yet my tip is not quite close enough to be inside her mouth.

Lower.

Lower.

A little lower.

Not low enough.

Shit.

Teasing me, she breathes against my cock as her hand works it. And then she turns her head, mouthing the inside of my thigh, nuzzling it, and then she nips it and I cry out. I want to reach down and push her head so her mouth is right there, right on my cock, but I don't.

I'm giving her this.

Letting her control this.

When she runs her tongue along the underside of my cock, stopping just before she reaches the tip, I close my eyes and let my head drop. The long, tortured cry that escapes my throat isn't a sound I've ever made.

Oh, fuck, she's using her teeth and my body is shaking in a way I am powerless to stop.

Soon her hands are moving up and down, up and down, and then a little higher to graze my cock head-that's when I pump my hips, needing to be in her mouth, needing to fuck her mouth.

I open my eyes and look down.

Her body has gone still.

And then, with small, quick flicks of her tongue, she slides it up my cock from my base to just below my head. Up a little higher to let the wet, hot abyss of her mouth hover over my tip.

I look down another time.

Again she has gone still.

I lick my lips.

Blink.

Wait.

Wait some more.

Still, she does nothing.

I can't take it.

And so I beg. "Please, Tess, please."

At last she engulfs me, takes me down the back of her throat. Tastes me. Sucks me. Devours me.

That's it.

Oh, fuck.

That's it.

Greedy, she sucks me hard, concentrating on my head, while her hand, slick with her saliva, strokes up my shaft.

Shards of pleasure spike in every single one of my nerves.

Unable to control myself, I slide my fingers into the back of her hair and anchor her right where she is.

When I give a little tug, she gasps, and this makes her fuck me with her mouth faster, harder. She's all mouth and teeth and tongue.

Pleasure coils tight and hard, low in my belly and balls. I fuck her mouth harder, faster, and I groan, or maybe roar it's so loud.



       
         
       
        

That's when she lets her jaw go slack to take me deeper. And I fuck her mouth with an urgency I've never felt before.

"Tess," I groan.

My fingers twist and tangle in her hair.

"Shit," I say, "oh, shit, this feels so good . . . I'm going to come, Tess, I'm going to come."

I prepare myself to pull out of the blissful cavern that is her mouth, but she doesn't let me.

"Fuck. Yes."

My thighs shake as my body starts to surge toward an explosion. Muscles tensing and nerves rapid-fire releasing as I get ready to come.

And then it happens.

I groan.

Wordless.

Desperate.

And I'm coming. Coming. Coming so hard.

Her name on my lips.

Tess takes everything I give her, sucking hard until I'm spent and softening in her mouth. Even then she's not done. She places small, tender kisses in the most sensitive places. And her mouth is on my balls, licking, touching, driving me crazy and sending bolts of energy racing through me.

Never wanting this feeling to end, I watch her take everything I have, and I know something about her is different.

Good different?

Bad different?

I don't give a fuck right now.

Moved in a way so unlike me, I tug her to her feet. "Fuck, Tess," I mutter, "What are you doing to me?"

"I think it's called blowing you," she laughs.

Shaking my head in amusement, I slump back against the wall and look at her. My hair is damp with sweat, my body ablaze like it never has been before, and the fire in my eyes matches what I see in hers. "Always a smartass."

She leans closer. "It takes one to know one."

That's when I twist her around and pin her to the wall. My hands hold her. My mouth finds hers. My tongue probes hers. "Just so we're clear," I start, "that is the one and only time I will ever beg."

With eyes half-lidded and super sexy, she looks up at me. "Don't count on it."

And fuck, she's probably right.

If she keeps looking at me like she is right now, I might be begging . . . a lot.





Tess

INDEPENDENCE SHOULD HAVE been my middle name.

Hell, it should have been my first name.

Instead I was saddled with the name Mary Theresa Winters. My parents were highly religious and they wanted me to be some kind of saint. The burden of trying to be perfect in a more than imperfect world was too much to bear. Against my parents' wishes, as soon as I turned eighteen, I legally changed my name to Tess Winters.

They had all but disowned me by then anyway.