Taking the Heat (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 3)
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EVEN AFTER WHAT they’d just done, heat rushed to her face at his words. The words made it real. She was really kneeling at his feet; she was really about to put her mouth around his thick, hard cock.
She’d done it with other men. One guy in college and one a couple of years ago in New York. But with Gabe, it was a different kind of nervousness. His hand was gentle in her hair, and he seemed patient despite the raw need that tightened the skin around his eyes. And he was so beautiful. His brown eyes and dark beard and his muscled shoulders. Everything about him was perfect all the way down to his erection.
For the first time ever, this felt like something she wanted, not something she was willing to do. Was that how he’d felt, kneeling between her legs? That he wanted his mouth on her?
She shivered a little at the memory of that pleasure. Then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the crown of his cock. He smelled delicious. That was the first thing she noticed. Like soap and clean skin, yes, but with a subtle, unfamiliar musk that made her mouth water. He smelled like sex.
She kissed him again, a simple press of her lips, and Gabe sighed.
“God, you look so pretty,” he whispered.
Her face flamed again. She liked it. She liked him telling her pretty things while she did something filthy.
She squeezed his cock again, glancing at him to see if he liked it. From the way he gritted his teeth, she’d guess that he did. A clear bead of liquid appeared at the tip of his cock when she stroked. With one last nervous glance at his face, she pressed her mouth there and tasted him.
When she licked, the salt of his precome covered her tongue and made her mouth water even more. She slowly licked all the slick, salty liquid from his skin and loved the way he hissed in response.
Feeling more confident now, she lapped at the head of his cock one more time, and then she wrapped her lips around him. He was heavy against her tongue, heavy and warm as she slid her mouth over him.
“Veronica,” he murmured. “God, that feels good.”
Yes. Yes, she wanted it to feel so good for him. She thought of how he hadn’t stopped licking her despite her protest. Of how he’d sucked and tasted and kissed her as if he’d loved every second. She thought of that and sucked him deeper into her mouth.
His fingers spasmed against her hair, but he didn’t tighten his grip. He only touched her, as if steadying her for his cock.
She moved her mouth up and down, sucking at him, but she felt unsure. She wanted to be as good to him as he’d felt to her, and there must be more to being good than this. Or maybe not. After all, she didn’t get letters from men complaining about technique, only from women.
Still, her mind began
to work. She couldn’t tell if he loved it. She stopped enjoying it. She started to worry and lost all the tight, hot feelings that had started building inside her again.
She didn’t want it like this. Not with Gabe.
She drew her mouth slowly up and let him slide free.
“It’s okay,” Gabe whispered. He closed his hand around the base of his cock. “Come up here.” He sat forward and his hand tipped her head toward his mouth. “Just touch me.” His lips brushed hers.
She sat back on her haunches. “No. I want this. I’ve... I’ve done it before. I just want to know if you like it.”
His laugh was a shocked huff of air. “I love it.”
“I mean...” She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was tired of being self-conscious. She wasn’t the same girl she’d always been. Hadn’t she just come all over this man’s gorgeous face? She took another deep breath. “I want you to show me exactly how to do it. Tell me. I want to know.”
He stared at her for a long moment. He looked impossibly handsome and decadent. His hair mussed from the grip of her hands, his eyes dark with arousal. His naked chest and flat belly. And there was his fist wrapped around the dusky skin of his hard cock. It still glistened with moisture from her mouth, and she felt strangely proud of that.
“That’s what you want?” he finally asked.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
His gaze fell to her mouth. “All right. I’ll teach you how to suck my cock.”
His filthy words hit her square in the chest, and the shock of it shuddered through her body. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe. She nodded as he lifted his hips and pushed his shorts completely off. His hard cock bobbed with the movement, and she felt almost mesmerized by it. She simply didn’t do this kind of thing. And now she was...squirming for it.
Her heart, which had skipped a few beats in surprise, now thundered to life. She felt a little dizzy. But the heavy tightness was back, squeezing her deep inside.
He gripped his cock in his left hand again, and his right hand returned to cup her head. “Do just what you did before, Veronica. I loved it.” He pulled her head down. “Lick me again. Taste me.”