Her soft scent envelops me. It’s subtle and floral, with some sort of sweet tropical fruit lingering in the background. My nostrils flare as I breathe her in.
She wiggles underneath me. “Ty, stop. This is ridiculous.”
Her pubic bone rubs against my crotch, and my cock firms into a full-on erection.
Jo’s eyes widen as quick little breaths puff between her slightly parted lips. When her tongue slips out to wet them, it’s all I can do not to kiss her.
I pull away. “You have no idea how tempting you are, but I can control myself.”
Jo’s gaze darts between us to where my cock presses against her.
“Aw, don’t pay any attention to him. He’s not in charge.”
She meets my gaze again, one eyebrow quirked. “You sure about that?”
“Of course, I’m sure.”
She pulls her focus away from me. “Get off me, and I’ll listen. But I can’t think with your thing pushing at me.”
I grin. “My thing?”
She lets out a great huff. “You know, your…your man-meat.”
A laugh rolls through me at her description of my hard-on. “Man-meat, eh? Makes it hard to think, huh? I have the same problem—thinking straight when it’s like that, I mean.”
I lean in for a quick swipe of my lips along hers. She stiffens for a breath, but I nip the corner of her mouth and she groans.
As I push my fingers into her hair, I turn her head so I can take full advantage of the chance to relive the opening scene of so many of my high school fantasies for the second time.
Her tongue is velvety soft and she tastes like heaven.
I pull her upper lip into my mouth as my hand slips over her collarbone. I follow her bra strap to the swell of her breast. She presses against my palm as I trail small suckling kisses down her jaw.
A little moan escapes her when I move downward and push aside her top. With the first swirl of my tongue over her beaded nipple, Jo’s fingers find my hair. Her warmth pulls me closer.
I let my hands drift to the sweet spot between her legs. Her grunt thickens my cock even more. I rub her pussy through her jeans. She widens her thighs with an approving groan.
I suck the taut pebble until she’s moving beneath me, pushing her breast toward me.
The button on her pants is easily opened. The zipper slides down without sticking.
Her fingers thread through my hair, sending a zing of heat straight to my dick.
I push her shirt up and lick my way to her navel. Her skin is like warm caramel—a beautiful shade of golden brown and every bit as sweet—and I can only imagine how hot her pussy is deep inside.
My fingers find the elastic at the top of her panties. The skin above them is as soft as silk. I run my nail ever so lightly across the exposed flesh. My erection fills my jeans until it strains to get out, the head of my dick exposed over the top of my waistband.
I hook a finger into her panties and pull down. Her curls are thick, and her scent is like fuel to my fire. Soft and sweet.
I need to taste her. I bet she’s better than any I’ve had.
My fingers slip deep between her legs to find her dampness. She jerks a bit when I push a little deeper, between her folds, where the damp turns to wet. A pool of warm, sweetness waits for me to lap it up.
I reach for the top of her jeans to get them out of my way. “I want to sink so deep into—”
“What did you say?” Suddenly, her hands push at my shoulders. “Get off me. Get off now.”
I pull back. “What? What’s wrong?”
“You aren’t sinking anywhere. He’s not in charge, my ass. What is wrong with me? All you wanted was to get into my bed and—”
“What are you going on about? Oh. Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
Jo’s cheeks go pink, and she slaps at my shoulders. “Whatever. Just get off me already, would you?”
“Fine. But I’m not wasting this cream.”
Her jaw falls open as she watches me lick it off my finger, savoring every drop.
“You taste fantastic. Every bit as sweet as I expected.” I move off her but leave my palm at her waist to keep her at my side. “Better?”
She doesn’t move. She stares for a moment, as though she’s shocked at my lewd behavior.
Finally, she seems to shake off her shock. “Tell me what it is you want to talk about, and then you can get out of my space.”
She shifts away as much as I’ll allow.
“I’m sorry about that, JoJo. I mean, I’m sorry to have offended you. Not sorry that I got a taste of you. That was delicious. But…that’s not why I came in here.”
She huffs but stays put for the moment.
When I’m sure she isn’t going to jump up and run, I loosen my hold on her hip. “You did a lot of babysitting when you were in high school, right?”