Heroic Measures (Blackbridge Security 6)

No woman wants to know that the guy she’s about to take to bed is a hundred percent inexperienced.

“Let me lead then,” she says, her fingers deftly finding the zipper to my jeans.

She takes a step back, looking down, and I do the same, watching as her hands work open my fly. When she slides her hand inside before even pushing the clothes from my hips, a low rumble escapes my lips.

“This for me?” she says, her warm palm running down the length of me.

“Y-yes,” I manage.

“Mmm… all of it?” I nod vigorously. “I’m a lucky girl.”

I let my eyes flutter closed, teeth clenched as I try to think of anything other than the softness of her skin stroking me.

“Get on the bed,” she commands as she pulls her hand from inside my jeans, and I nearly whimper at the loss of her touch.

I don’t know exactly how I feel about her bossing me around in the bedroom, but that doesn’t keep my feet from moving. When I sit on the edge of the bed, she crouches, her full tits bouncing as she bends down to untie my shoes.

“Here,” I offer, using the toes of one shoe to press against the heel of the other and kick it off. I manage to get the other off, cringing when it flies several feet away.

“Sorry,” I mutter, but she seems distracted by the sight of me.

“And now these,” she says, her fingers digging into the waistband of my jeans.

I lift my hips, exposing my cock and bringing it dangerously close to her mouth, but it’s the scrape of her fingernails down my thighs as she strips me naked that makes me groan with more need than I’ve ever felt.

“Jesus,” I pant, wondering just how many times I’m going to use the name as a curse tonight.

“Slide up, head closer to the headboard,” she says, and once again I’m obeying.

“Condoms in my jeans,” I manage as I move my hips back.

She disappears down at the foot of her high bed before standing back up with a smile. “Someone was planning on staying a while.”

My cheeks heat as she holds out the strip of condoms. I know most guys would probably have one or two, but I’ve never prepared for something like this, and I didn’t want to come up empty-handed.

She tosses them beside me, and I welcome the cool sensation of the foil against my hip as she crawls up the bed, a look of pure desire in her eyes. I focus on the coolness, my cock already leaking in anticipation, pre-ejaculate dripping into my belly button.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you tonight,” she licks her lips as her fingers trace my calves, “wondering what you looked like naked.”

Stupidly, I open my mouth to tell her she was too busy focused on my best friend, but I manage to snap it closed when those same wandering fingers skim up my inner thigh.

“Had I known you were hiding all of this; I wouldn’t have made either of us wait.”

“Anticipation is half the fun,” I whisper.

She smiles, her head dipping low to lick my arousal from my stomach, somehow managing not to come in contact with my skin. My cock flexes, reaching for her, only to be ignored.

And for some reason, it makes me want her even more. If seduction was her plan, this woman gets an A plus from me.

“I need—”

She presses her fingers to my lips before I can tell her I need a few minutes alone. Two strokes of my rough hand down my cock would have me blowing my load, and I know it will save me a ton of embarrassment in about three point two seconds when I jizz without even being touched.

“I need, first,” she whispers, pressing her palms to my chest and urging me to lie all the way on my back.

“Please,” I beg, my voice sounding unlike my own.

She straddles my head like she has every God-given right to put her pussy this close to my mouth.

And man, does she. She could do anything to me she wanted, and I have no doubt I’d smile and ask for more.

“Taste me.”

And boy do I. I lap at her with no adeptness, no savvy. Literally no skill, but what I lack in competency, I make up for with eagerness. Her fingers tangle in my hair as her hips begin to move, making it impossible to follow the rules of making a woman orgasm during oral.

I can’t tease her inner thighs or blow hot breath all over her to build her anticipation. I can’t lick her inner lips or her outer lips. The ways she’s rolling the lower half of her body, I’d never be able to tease her with the tip of a finger. The rule is I’m not supposed to go straight for her clit, I’m supposed to create tension and eagerness, but she made all of that impossible when she lowered her body and stuck her clit right against my tongue like all of the buildup isn’t even needed.