Page 46 of Surrender

“Fuuuuuuck.” I drop my head and start gathering her hair into my fist. I twist it around my palm until the strands fall loose, and I do it all over again. The distraction only lasts so long as my balls draw up and pleasure curls in my gut. “Look at me,” I grunt.

Honey-colored eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide. A rosy flush covers her chest and neck.

“You want me to come?” I grind out.

Holding my eyes, she slides her mouth down my shaft. When she pulls back, my skin glistens.

“Do you want it down your throat?”

Whitney nods.

My thrusts become erratic with the knowledge. Fisting the hair atop her head, I hold her steady, chin tilted and eyes locked on mine, and fuck her mouth with growing intensity. Hips stuttering. With a shattered groan, my cock pulses, and I find my release buried in her mouth.

“Such a good girl for me,” I murmur. “You did so good, Whitney.”

She releases me with a ragged breath, her lips swollen and glistening. I reach out and swipe my thumb over the moisture on her bottom lip.

“You’re even more beautiful like this.”

I didn’t think it was possible for the rosy flush on her cheeks to deepen. Leaning forward, I hook her beneath her arms and drag her against my chest. Her palm lands flat on my pec and her head tucks neatly beneath my chin. Held against me like this, she rides the rise and fall of my chest as my breathing returns to normal.

“This okay?” I ask.

“This is perfect. Hands down the best one-night stand I’ve ever had.”

“Already? I haven’t even fucked you yet,” I tease.

She tilts her head back to grin at me, opens her mouth, probably to quip some sass, but I can’t help myself. I really can’t. I slide my fingers into her silky strands and capture her lips in a lazy kiss. My tongue slips inside her mouth to languidly stroke against hers. With my eyes still closed, I brush my nose against hers and trail teasing kisses down her throat.

“Jack,” she whimpers and squirms against me.

“Hm?” I drag my teeth against her pulse point.

“Do you have a condom?”

I look down at her. “It would appear we’ve made a slight error in our evening.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. “Don’t say no. Please,please,don’t say no.”

I chuckle at her despair and stroke beneath her chin. “I do have a condom. I have an entire box. The problem is they’re currently in the drawer of my nightstand in the bedroom.”

Whitney’s expression instantly melts, and she jumps to her feet. She finds her discarded sweatshirt in the pile of our clothes and drags it on. Leaning over me, she drops a chaste kiss on my nose. “Be right back.”

I’ll never admit to her that I watch the way the hem of her sweatshirt rides dangerously close to her naked ass as she dashes away.

She returns a moment later wearing a victorious smirk, a black box clenched tight in her fist.

“I’m surprised you were up for the task,” I say as she settles next to me and whips the sweatshirt back over her head. Her confidence gives me an instant hard-on. Or that could be the uninhibited inches of her nakedness.

“I have ninja feet. I’ve become quite good at sneaking around sleeping kids.”

“Thank fucking god for that.”

A ringing comes from somewhere in the pile of clothes and blankets. Her brows snap together, and she fishes out her phone.

“It might just be spam, but it might not be,” she explains, putting the phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

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