She gripped him relentlessly, pushing back against him with every thrust of his fingers. Her hips pumped, her heels dragging up the comforter, her head thrashing over the pristine bedding. Those rustling noises joined the rest, becoming a cacophony of need that surged blood into his cock and tore a groan from his throat. He wanted to hear only her, to know exactly that instant that she lost herself, but he couldn’t stop the helpless convulsing of his hips.
“Fuck. Fuck. Jazz.” He tried to apologize but he couldn’t find the words within the unfolding spiral of warmth. She was everywhere. On his tongue, behind his eyes, in his hands. In his ears every time her drums cut through their songs to make them hers.
And then she was coming too, her hands driving forward to embed in his hair as she pulled him against her, her legs winding around him to bring him more fully into her clenching heat. His own release spun out, wringing him dry. He gripped her thigh and pressed his cheek to her belly, wondering if the floor was really trembling or if that was just him.
“Oh my God, the earth actually moved. That’s an actual thing. Holy fuck.” Her dazed laughter made him raise his head to give her a smile. At least he hoped it was a smile. His muscles felt like they’d gone numb.
“Guess so.” He hauled in a breath and eased back enough to look down at the mess he’d caused. Technically, she’d caused it.
Though he hadn’t used for all that long, he’d heard plenty of jokes about the side effects. Jere had regaled him with them the other night. Not being able to get hard, not being able to get off. But if tonight was any indication, Jazz could combat any substance.
He hadn’t come on his lap without being touched since…ever. He’d never come that fast before, even back in high school.
“Yeah, this is fucking embarrassing.” He shook his head in disgust. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Noticing the direction of his glance, she scrambled up and peered over the side of the bed. She let out a laugh. “Oh, oops.”
“Yeah. Oops. All your fault.” He yanked on her hair, dragging her closer for a hard kiss. Instead of shying away from her taste, she chased his tongue, drawing it into her mouth with a long, slow suck that made his spent cock give a halfhearted salute. “Jesus. You’re going to kill me.”
“Let me make it all better first.” Smacking her lips together, she slid to the floor in such a sensual move that he had to grab his dick again. “Uh-uh,” she chided. “That’s mine.”
She licked her way up his thigh, catching every stray drop before treating the other one to the same treatment. By the time she finished, his balls were in knots again and the head of his cock had swelled painfully. She swiped her tongue over the tip, making an appreciative hum that might’ve rolled his eyes back had he not been fixated on her as if his life depended on it.
He wouldn’t miss a minute of this.
She rolled her tongue down the side, traveling down to take teasing swipes over his sac. Her lashes dipped as she drew one of his balls into her mouth, sucking lightly while he fisted his hands in his hair and tried not to force her to take his length inside. She would get there. He might die first, but he’d let her find her own rhythm.
Her nails scraped up the outside of his leg and she applied the barest suction to his balls, one then the other, before she curled her super-strong fingers around the base of his dick and lapped at the head like she was in a champion ice cream eating contest.
Holy hell.
Her hair fell down around her face, hiding her features except for her reddened lips and smoky eyes. She could’ve been anyone. A sultry anonymous blonde. From this angle, she didn’t look like his bright best friend. This woman had seduction down to an art. Then she smiled up at him, and the jagged puzzle pieces inside him shifted into place.
This was Jazz. His Jazz.
Unable to wait another second, he grabbed her elbows and pulled her up, clamping his mouth on hers. “I need you.”
“Yes, yes. Please.” Her tongue whipped over his, heightening his urgency. “Condom’s too far.”
“Fuck them. I want you like this.”
He waited for her to balk. This was stupid. So stupid. She’d been on the Pill forever—when you lived with someone, you discovered those details about them whether or not you wanted to—but that didn’t mean they should take risks. Right now he couldn’t remember exactly why. His head felt deliciously light, and all the reasons for not doing what the hell he wanted seemed insignificant.
“Yeah. Me too.” She panted into his mouth. “Have to have you now.”
She straddled his lap, digging her knees into the carpet on either side of his thighs. Without another word, she impaled herself on him, sinking down to the root in a long, slow glide.