Jump Start (Texas Hotzone 1)

“Suck me, baby,” he said. “Put those sweet lips around me and end my misery.”

She leaned in slowly. “Maybe I prefer you in misery,” she said, kissing his stomach, her hair spraying tantalizingly across his cock, teasing him. And she knew it, and enjoyed every second. She wrapped her palm around the base of his shaft, glancing up at him as she blew lightly on the tip.

“Witch,” he accused, his hips lifting toward her mouth.

With her tongue, she dotted the head of his shaft, and he moaned. “Wicked witch,” she promised, wrapping the width of him with her hand, when suddenly, he moved.

Before she knew what was happening, Bobby had the V of her body at his head and his mouth closed down on her. She gasped as he suckled her clit, her hand tightening on his cock.

She rolled into him, so that they were facing one another, on their sides, and drew him into her mouth, suckling him as he laved her with his tongue, teasing the sensitive flesh. His fingers slid inside her, stretching her, pleasuring her.

Jennifer suckled Bobby deeper, harder, her mind a rainbow of colors, all about need, want, desire—for more of Bobby. She moaned as little darts of sensation slid down her thighs, up her stomach, into her breasts. One hand held him firmly, the other grabbed his backside, pulling him into her, taking him deeper. He pumped against her slide, up and down his length. Faster, harder. His fingers stroked her inside, his tongue licked her, lips suckled her clit.

“Oh,” she moaned, the rush of heat coming over her in a sudden, intense blast. Unable to breathe with the pleasure building inside her, she let go of him with all but her hand. Jennifer collapsed against his stomach in a shuddered release that shot through her core and shook her body until she gasped with the final spasm that left her seeing stars.

“Damn you,” she whispered, lifting her head, so limp and loose, she could barely move. “I was—”

He cut off her words with actions, smiling and rolling her to her back, spreading her legs, braced above her as he slid his cock along her wet aching core. “On top,” he said, finishing her sentence. “Now I’m on top.” He slipped the head of his shaft inside her and then thrust deep. “And inside you where we both want me to be.” Slowly, holding her stare, Bobby slid his pulsing cock back down the sleek, wet canal of her body, until only the head remained. Jennifer arched her hips, reaching for him, whispering a plea. He was driving her crazy with anticipation. Bobby drove into her.

Sensation exploded in the depths of her womb and Jennifer gasped, her fingers curling on Bobby’s biceps, as he buried himself to the hilt. Without warning, emotion shoved its way to the surface. Bobby inside her. The man she’d once thought was her world. The man she would have said only two days ago, she never wanted to see again.

And yet he was here, resting on his elbows, looming above her in all his naked glory. They stared at each other, his expression shadowy, taut, filled with torment that spoke of so much more than simple lust and passion.

Jennifer squeezed her eyes shut. No. This was sex. She could enjoy sex. She could walk away from sex. Sex did not leave her emotionally drained and hurt.

Determination formed inside her and Jennifer’s lashes snapped open. She arched her hips against his, her arms wrapping around his neck, chest pressed to his.

“Now, Bobby,” she ordered, knowing how close to the edge he had to be. How ready for release.

He didn’t argue with her demand. He gave her what she wanted, kissing her, claiming her mouth with a wild, hot kiss, and thrusting into her body. Emotion splintered into need, dissolving inside the shuddering ache blistering her inside and out. Bobby lifted one of her legs, angling her to drive harder into her, but still it wasn’t enough.

“More,” she whispered hoarsely, her lips pressing on his chest, his neck, his chin. “I want more.”

He drew back and stared down at her, something dark sliding across his face, before his mouth was on hers, his palm over her breast. On her body. Ruthlessly touching her, drawing her toward the point of no return. She could taste the change in him, the absoluteness of his need vibrating through the tension of his body. It turned her on, exploded inside her, the way she burned for him, too.

She bucked against him. She had to have more, more. “Harder,” she gasped.

He pressed her knees to her chest and gave her what she wanted. Hard pumps, fast pumps, deep pumps—his cock driving into her. Bobby driving into her. She needed Bobby. More. Now. She panted, trying to speak again but there were no words. Orgasm came over her in a sudden explosion. Jennifer fingers dug into Bobby’s forearms, her muscles clutching at his cock, shaking her entire body.