Taking the Heat (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 3)

She’d been doing it right, after all. She just had to stop thinking and worrying and learn to enjoy.

She licked him just as she had the first time, circling his cock with her tongue, sucking at just the tip of him again, drawing more slippery salt into her mouth.

Gabe groaned when she did that, so she did it again. “Now,” he rasped, “lick all the way down. Tease me a little.”

She pressed her tongue flat to his shaft and dragged it down to the base. She sucked there, then kissed him. “Can I touch you?” she whispered. “Here?”

She cupped his testicles lightly, unsure about how sensitive they were.

“God, yes,” he answered.

She ran her tongue all the way up his shaft to the top again.

“Slide me into your mouth. Just like before. Fuck. That’s so sweet, Veronica. Suck me. Just like you did.”

Heat fluttered through her in waves, starting like a blush in her face and then rippling down through her body. She sucked his cock, and this time she felt as if she was perfect. She just wanted to know. That was all.

She gently tightened her hand on his balls, and Gabe bucked up a little into her mouth. “Deeper,” he murmured. “Can you take more of me?”

Yes, she could. Of course she could. It felt easy to take more of his cock. She could suck almost half of it into her mouth now.

He sighed with pleasure as she slowly moved her mouth up and down. “That’s it,” he said. “That’s so good.”

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of him in her mouth, the heaviness of his arousal, the width of him stretching her. Each time she’d done this before, she’d felt as if she was being used. As if her mouth was a sex toy. But this felt...intimate. She felt close to him instead of further removed.

His hand tightened on her head and eased her up. She felt disoriented as he slid from her mouth and she opened her eyes. It was too bright in the room. Her mouth was too empty.

“Are you still liking this?” he asked, the words deep and ragged.

“Yes. Are you?”

“Oh, fuck yes.” He let go of his cock and wrapped her free hand where his had been. “Tighter,” he said. She squeezed him harder as he framed her head in both of his hands and lowered her mouth again. She took him deep, then even deeper as his hands guided her down. His cock hit the back of her throat. She held her breath for a moment until he raised her back up and she could breathe.

She should have felt used, she realized as he guided her slowly up and down, fucking himself with her mouth. But she didn’t. She felt...almost light. Shimmering. She felt as if she was being fucked for the first time, and she loved it.

“Is that good?” he whispered. “Is that okay?”

She hummed an answer around his shaft and pressed her tongue tighter to him.

“Jesus,” he gasped. “You feel so good, Veronica. And you look so perfect. Fuck, I’m sorry, but I like seeing you like this. I like watching my cock slide in and out of your pretty mouth. Fuck.”

The heat crashed over her again, some strange, incredibly arousing variety of embarrassment that made her groan with pleasure. She sucked him harder. Faster.

Finally, he cursed and drew her head up. He gripped himself again and stroked quickly, one hand still tangled in her hair, holding her still. She panted, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Veronica. Fuck.” His cock jumped and come shot onto his belly, then another pulse of it. She watched in fascination as he jerked off right in front of her. Her heart raced at the sight, as if she were watching something forbidden.

His breath huffed from him in broken gasps until his fist tightened in one long last squeeze of his cock and his head fell back onto the couch. “Oh, my God,” he said, half laughing around the words. “Holy shit.”

She pressed her lips together to hold in a secret smile. She shouldn’t feel proud. Hadn’t she just been telling herself that men didn’t seem very picky about blow jobs?

But while his eyes were closed, she took the chance to look him over. The muscles of his neck and shoulders had lost all their tension. His hands lay open and relaxed on his naked thighs, as if he were meditating. But best of all, the flat, ridged plane of his belly was streaked with come, and the sight of it filled her with an odd joy. It felt like yet another secret for her to keep, but this was a delicious kind of secret she’d never, ever had before.

She ducked her head and pressed a kiss to his thigh and she finally let herself smile against him.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I AM A SEX GODDESS.