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

“Oh,” she said again as her thumb slid over his head, smearing precome along his skin.

“I could come now,” he growled. “Just from looking at your pussy, just from your hand. I can still taste you, Veronica, and the taste of you in my mouth makes me want to come. Right now. So don’t think I don’t fucking love it.”

He backed away from her hand and shoved her thighs wide again, and he put his open mouth over her whole pussy.

“Oh!” she cried out.

She was going to come for him. He couldn’t believe she didn’t know that. Wetness was practically dripping from her now. He licked her clit and teased the opening of her pussy with a sliding finger. She bucked against him.

He didn’t want to hurt her, so he pressed only one finger in, being careful just in case. But he wasn’t going to hurt her. His finger slid in easily. He stroked her with it, and she wasn’t being so quiet anymore. She moaned and panted and her hands fisted his hair.

Gabe gently eased another finger inside her. Now it was tight. Now she squeezed against him, but her hips met the thrusts of his fingers eagerly, lifting up for more. He licked more firmly at her clit and quickened the push of his fingers, pressing up, stretching her a little, letting her body feel full, as if there were a cock inside her. As if she were truly getting fucked for the first time. But he kept his tongue steady. He kept it firm and quick and her thighs began to tremble.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Gabe. Oh, fuck. I...” Her fingers tightened painfully in his hair. “Please don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. I’m sorry, just... Oh, fuck.”

Despite that growled curse, she still sounded surprised when she came. She gasped, her cry going high in shock, and then he felt her tight pussy spasm around his fingers. Her clit jumped under his tongue.

She seemed to hold her breath for a moment, and then she screamed, a rough cry full of released tension. A sob of pleasure mixed with pain. He didn’t slow his movements until he felt the pulse of her orgasm slowing. He didn’t stop until her hands pulled his head up.

“Oh, my God,” she sobbed over and over.

He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t mind that his scalp ached from the fists she’d twisted in his hair. He loved it. “Feel better?” he asked.

She stared at him with glazed eyes, then slowly nodded. “That was...” she started. She shook her head in confusion. “That was better than a vibrator. I didn’t think it would be.”

“Ha. Should I be flattered or insulted?”

“Definitely flattered.”

He rose up to his knees and watched her eyes widen.

Gabe glanced down to his straining cock. “Just ignore that. It’ll go away.”

“I don’t want to ignore it,” she breathed, and Gabe almost groaned at the lust in her voice. He wasn’t just horny; he felt fucking triumphant, his beard still damp from her come. He grabbed his crumpled shirt from between the couch cushions and scrubbed it over his chin.

Veronica laughed. “Come here. I want you to fuck me.”

His pulse sped at the words, making the ache in his cock even worse. “Nope. Next time. You’re not even squirming now.”

The lax muscles of her thighs tightened again as if she was aware of the decadent picture she made, sprawled and satisfied on the couch. “You’re right,” she said, giggling. “I’m not squirming. I’m shaking.”

He spread his fingers over her thighs and felt the trembling of her muscles. He’d done that. But he forgot his arrogance when she reached for his cock and stroked him.

“But I want you to come,” she murmured.

“Okay,” he agreed immediately, making her giggle again.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked.

“Yes. I feel...powerful.” She stroked him again, and his hips pushed toward her despite his effort to control himself. She stroked him one more time before letting him go. “Come here, Gabe.”

She patted the couch and he rose to sit next to her, tugging up his shorts as he did so. But he needn’t have bothered, apparently. She didn’t stay put for long. Veronica went to her knees on the floor and slid her hand into his shorts to wrap her fingers around his cock.

“You don’t have to do that,” he protested, though there was no mistaking the rough need in his voice.

“Do you think I don’t like this?” she asked, echoing his own words back at him. Smiling, she drew his cock free from his shorts. That was all it took. Gabe gave in and slid a hand into her hair.

“Well, if you like it...then kiss me.”