Looking for Trouble (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 1)

“You are hot. Look at you.”

Her chin rose and she stared defiantly at him. He stood, needing to show her that he was bigger and stronger and she couldn’t defy him. But her gaze didn’t change. She wasn’t scared. That knowledge jacked his lust into overdrive. She liked it like this.

He curved his hand around the back of her neck and gripped her skull to hold her still as he slipped his fingers over her mound. His fingertips slid along her folds and she jerked against his hold, but he didn’t let her move.

“You’re a nice girl who likes to have dirty sex, aren’t you, Sophie?”

She didn’t answer this time. She only closed her eyes and nodded, so Alex kept stroking her. Lightly, so lightly, until she was whimpering with need. She wanted more, but he didn’t give more than that, just the lightest stroke of his fingertips over her clit. God, she was slick and soft. He could touch her like this forever.

But that wouldn’t go over well with her, apparently.

He resisted the way her hips pushed toward him. “Please,” she finally begged, her hand reaching to cover his.

“You didn’t answer me,” he murmured, ducking his mouth close to her ear.

“Yes! Yes, I like it.”

“Mmm. Good.” But he didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead he kissed her cheek, her ear, her jaw. When he got to her mouth, her lips parted eagerly for him.

He took her mouth but pulled his hand free from her grip. Sophie growled in frustration, but she opened wider for his tongue. He kissed her deep and long, reaching back to unclip her bra and slide it off her arms. She let it drop.

Alex raised his head to look down at her. God, she was a treat. A beautiful, precious treat. She made his hands shake and his heart pound. Heart pounding even harder, he kept one hand at the nape of her neck and, with the other, reached down to unbuckle his belt. He opened the button of his jeans and unzipped them.

“Show me what else you like,” he said quietly, remembering how eagerly she’d sucked at his thumb that first night.

Her heavy eyes slid down his chest and focused on his open jeans. Her breath tore past her parted lips as she panted. Finally, she whispered, “Yes,” and she went to her knees.

Despite that he’d told her to, Alex had a brief moment of thankful disbelief, but he recovered quickly and dragged off his T-shirt.

“Oh,” she breathed, looking up at him as she put her hands to his bare stomach. Her hands smoothed up to his chest, brushing over the hair, shaping the muscles. Then her touch moved down again, down his belly, past his navel, and then to the band of his briefs. The heel of her hand brushed his cock, and Alex held his breath to keep from moaning. But it was in vain. She tugged his briefs lower and her fingers closed around his cock and Alex moaned in near pain. He loved her hands on him. Loved her touch. Loved the sight of her on her knees and staring at him like her mouth was watering.

“Show me,” he murmured as she drew him free.

Sophie nodded and glanced up at him with a little lick of her lips that made his nerves jump. Yes, he thought, just like that. That little pink tongue and those wet lips. On him. Around him.

She stroked him first, her fist working slowly up and down his shaft as she watched. His vision narrowed to nothing but that. Her hand on him, her face eagerly watching.

She squeezed harder, and a little drop of pre-come formed. Sophie hummed, and then she licked it. Slowly. Sweetly. She cleaned the head of his cock and then flashed him a small, wicked smile.

Dark pleasure washed over him, soaking into his muscles like heat. When her tongue swirled around him, that heat turned to fire that traveled up his nerves.

Her mouth closed over him then, enveloping him in warmth that shocked him even though he’d been waiting. Fuck, he felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for that sweet draw of her mouth on his cock.

She took him in slowly, her mouth sliding up and down. Her fist kept the same rhythm, so that by the time she’d taken half of him into her throat, it felt like she was swallowing all of him. Alex groaned and watched the beautiful sight past a haze of lust.

But he wanted more, more, even as he went nearly dizzy from the pleasure. More.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped.

Her gaze flew up to meet his. She drew back in surprise until only her lips touched him.

Alex eased her fingers free and fisted himself. He slipped his other hand into her hair. “Touch yourself,” he repeated.

She did as he asked, her hand disappearing between her thighs even as her mouth opened. She let him ease her back onto his cock, and took him as deep as she had before. Her moan hummed through his shaft.

“Fuck,” he groaned as she pulled at him with her mouth. It was all pressure and wetness and heat and the sight of her mouth stretching wide around his cock.

She moaned again, shifting on her knees, and he knew this was getting her off. “Show me,” he said. “Show me how much you like it.” He palmed her head and eased deeper into her throat. She didn’t resist at all.