Flirting with Disaster (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 2)

“Christ,” he panted. “Lauren. Just...” He sat on the bed as if his strings had been cut. Lauren pushed him the rest of the way down and pressed her body to his side.

“God, I’ve been thinking about doing that,” she whispered.

Eyes closed, he shook his head. “Women fantasize about that?”

“I don’t know. I do.”

“Again, if you’re trying to scare me away...”

Laughing, she slapped his shoulder. “I can’t help it. It turns me on.”

One eye popped open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He rose up on his elbow as she turned to her back. “I’m not sure I believe you,” he whispered, his hand trailing down to trace the curves of her breasts.

“Oh,” she sighed as goose bumps spread over her skin.

He kissed her breast, his mouth a whisper against her nipple, then a brand, so hot against her skin. He touched her as if she wasn’t too old or too soft. As if she were perfect. Like he never wanted to forget the feel of her.

His hand sneaked beneath her panties and slipped into her heat. “Oh,” he said, his breath tightening her wet nipple. “You did like that.”

Her laugh was strangled and tortured as he brushed her hard clit.

“I love the sounds you make,” he said, touching her again and drawing another noise from her throat.

Jake slipped her panties off and eased her higher on the bed, and then his mouth was on her, sucking and licking and pressing and pushing her to make more noise. She gave in gracefully, moaning for him, sighing, gasping, whimpering. It didn’t take long. He was good with his tongue. Really good. He’d obviously had decades of practice, and Lauren was coming within minutes, shaking and screaming as he pushed her relentlessly higher.

As she floated back to mindfulness, her heart still thundering in her ears, she had a brief fear that they were done.

But then Jake rose to his knees and she saw that he was thick and hard for her again, thank God. “I don’t know if I can come,” he said, but she reached greedily for him.

“I don’t care. I need you inside of me. Please.”

His mouth quirked in a brief smile as he dug a condom from his jeans pocket. “Okay. Since you asked nicely.”

She was so glad he took a moment to strip naked. She’d been too eager to care before, but now she wanted to see all of him, just the way he’d seen her. And she wanted his skin on hers. She wanted to feel him. The heat of his thighs between hers as he lowered himself. The brush of his chest over her breasts. Then his mouth on hers as he notched the wide head of his cock against her.

Her heart quickened again. She waited. Jake teased her a little, rocking just enough to let her feel the pressure, then easing back. She kissed him harder and dug her nails into his back, but when she tilted her hips up, he didn’t give her more. The slide of him against her was torture. She whimpered. He teased.

“Please,” she finally gasped against his mouth. “Please. I need it.”

He rewarded her with a careful push of his hips. His cock stretched her, filling her by slow centimeters as she held her breath inside her tight throat and waited. He pulled back and pushed deeper.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. Yes. This was what she’d been missing. For years. This feeling of being made whole. As though she’d been empty without him.

When he was as deep as he could get, he paused and breathed slowly. She felt the way his heart thundered against hers, and tears pricked her eyes at the realization that this meant just as much to him. That he’d needed this. That it was good and frightening and so real.

He held himself deep and still for a few more

heartbeats. And then he fucked her. Carefully, at first, his eyes on her face as he moved. He watched her, as if testing her reactions, seeing what she wanted. She wanted it all. Deeper. Harder. Yes. But he refused to quicken his pace.

Even when she pressed her nails into the muscles of his ass, he held back. If he wanted to make her beg again, he’d be disappointed. She had her own tricks.

Lauren let go of him and slid her hand between their bodies. Her fingers brushed the wet heat of his cock as it slid out of her, and Jake’s body jerked against her. But she wasn’t out for his pleasure. She was out for hers, and when she slipped her fingertips over her clit, Lauren moaned low in her throat and arched into his thrusts. She didn’t need it harder now. It was all perfect as she stroked herself and took his cock inside her.

Now he was the one who needed more. He pushed up on his arms, giving her better access and deepening his thrusts. Lauren smiled in animal triumph. Not that she minded begging, exactly, but she also knew how to take what she wanted.