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

He licked his fingers then spread the moisture over her nipple, making her groan in frustration. Tom smiled, but she knew how to get him back.

Isabelle wrapped her hand around his and dragged it up her chest to her neck and then her jaw. When his fingers touched her mouth, she opened for him and sucked one finger inside.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed as she drew at his finger. “I love your mouth.”

She slid his finger slowly out. “I love your fingers,” she said, licking the next one until he pushed it into her mouth. He watched as though it was the most important thing he’d ever seen. She rubbed her tongue firmly against the pad of his finger, and his eyelids fluttered. When she bit his knuckle, his eyes were wide-awake again.

She pulled his wet finger free with a pop and chuckled. “You’ve got nice hands,” she said, licking at the space between his fingers. “But your arms are spectacular.”

“My arms?” he asked a little vaguely.

“Yes.” She pulled his arm higher and licked the underside of his wrist. “They’re so different from mine. You’re so hairy and lean, and I can see the muscles work beneath your skin.” She turned his arm over and rubbed her mouth lightly against the golden hair there.

He swallowed hard. “That’s why your arms are nicer,” he breathed. “They’re soft and smooth...”

“No. No, this is better.” She bit at the bulge of muscle in the middle of his forearm. “So much better.”

He jerked when she pressed her teeth too hard, so she soothed the mark with her tongue and then licked all the way up to the inside of his elbow. She sucked there, and his breath hissed in.

He’d finally had enough, and he pushed up on his hands to lean over her. He kissed her then, filling her with the taste of him, pressing his whole, gorgeous body against hers. She could tell he was trying to keep his weight off her, but she pulled him down, wanting it all. She wanted taste, smell, touch, sound, weight, heat, everything that was Tom Duncan.

His cock was pressed to her now, and she rocked against him as he kissed her, rubbing her clit over the length of him. Such sweet pleasure, and so dull compared to what she wanted.

But it felt good, making out like teenagers, soft fabric separating them from each other as the head of his cock pressed between her legs, and she swallowed his moan. He pressed harder against her, and she knew she’d soaked through her underwear and into his, but he couldn’t get any deeper. Still, she clutched his ass in her hands and pulled him harder to her clit. Harder. Yes.

He broke free of the kiss. “God, Isabelle. Please.”

“Please, what?” she asked.

“This,” he growled, rising to his knees to grab her panties and yank them down. She brought her legs up so he could slide her underwear off her feet.

She grabbed a condom, but when he reached for it, she shook her head. “Let me,” she said as she reached for his underwear.

His fingers wrapped around hers. “Wait. I want to taste you.”

Isabelle ignored him and cupped her hand over the shape of his cock. “No. I want to get fucked.”

His hand tightened for a moment, a small spasm of need before he let her go. She tugged down his briefs, and his cock sprang free of the fabric.

“Oh, God, Tom. You’re so fucking big for me.” His breath grew harsher as she wrapped her hand around him. She felt a little crazed, too. “I love it. I want it inside me.”

He didn’t say “Yes” or “Hurry” or even nod his head. He just watched as she squeezed hard and moved her hand slowly up his shaft until a drop of precome formed at the tip.

“So nice,” she murmured.

“Put the condom on,” he ordered, his voice harsher than she’d heard before.

Isabelle smiled up at him, but he didn’t look amused. “Right now?” she asked.

“Yes,” he growled. “Now.”

She opened the condom and rolled it slowly onto his cock. So slowly. Until he was pressing forward, trying to hurry her along. “Now fuck me,” she said, still smiling.

She’d been playing at control, but he wasn’t playing anymore. He grabbed one of her legs and pressed her knee up and over until she was on her belly. Isabelle’s pulse quickened, pushing blood into her tight clit.

He wasn’t careful this time. His hips were between her spread legs, and his cock caught at the notch of her pussy, and he pushed into her. Hard.

The breath was shoved out of her with his thrust. His next thrust was even harder.