Page 106 of Jump on Three

His mouth formed an O, and he blinked at me for a long beat. “Boring? Did you call me boring, angel?”

He tossed me out of his lap onto my mattress. A yelp popped out of me, and my eyes went wide. Ivan crawled over me, a vicious snarl curling his lip.

“Is this boring?” he growled in a tone he reserved for guys in alleys and boys who didn’t take a hint.

I knew I was safe; Ivan would never hurt me, but my heart kicked up to a thundering pace. The edge of danger in this completely unthreatening environment excited me. I…liked it.

“A little, yes.” I feigned a yawn, hoping he’d keep playing with me. “I might fall asleep soon.”

Chuffing like a raging bull, he dove for my neck. Latching on, he wagged his head and dug his teeth into a tendon. My laugh was breathy, ending in a moan. I really liked his mouth on my neck, and adding his teeth made my toes curl.

“I don’t think you’re telling the truth.” Ivan pushed up on his arms to frown down at me. “Are you?”

“I am,” I deadpanned, taking long blinks. “You’re so boring, I feel sorry for you.”

“Oh, yes? I’m still boring, huh?” He sat back on his knees, gripped the waistband of my pajama pants, and yanked them off me in one swoop. “Did you expect that, angel?”

Goose bumps pricked along my skin, and my spine arched like a puppet on a string. I really liked this game.

“You should think about getting new material. Next, you’ll probably lick my pussy or something equally pedestrian,” I taunted.

“Hmmm, I can’t become predictable.”

Ivan yanked my underwear off and dragged his finger through my folds, which were already slick with desire. I couldn’t be around him and not get wet.

“See?” I arched a brow. “Bone dry.”

“Like a desert. I’ll have to fix that.”

He took me by the hips and flipped us around so he lay on the mattress and I was straddling his face. We had never done this before. For a moment, I was disoriented and uncomfortably exposed.

Then he took a firm hold of my thighs, squeezing them in a way that secured me to him, displaying his possession of me.

“Tell me how boring this is, angel.”

He pulled me down to his mouth, and I gave myself over to everything. My head spun. My belly clenched. Scrabbling about blindly, I found my headboard, grabbing on to it for balance.

This was the last sound decision I was able to make. After that, my mind was focused on what Ivan was doing between my legs. He kissed me there, just as he had my mouth. With passion and need. Tasting me thoroughly, deeply, coming back for more and more. I never wondered if he liked it. His steady grunts of pleasure and groans of bliss told me more than words could ever say.

I cupped my breasts and played with my nipples the way Ivan did. My hands were all wrong. Much too small, not nearly warm enough. But paired with his mouth on me and his hands holding me without any subtlety—I wasn’t getting away from him, no matter how hard I tried—everything was just right.

Soon, boiling heat pooled at my core, and my muscles locked up tight. Tossing my head back, I rocked myself against his waiting tongue and lips and moaned his name, need and madness taking over. He always did this to me. Brought me to the brink and made me beg him for that final push. I could have reached down and finished myself, but it was only Ivan I wanted.

“So good,” I cried. “Please, please.”

He pulled my clit between his lips and hummed against my swollen, slick skin. Hips stuttering their frantic rhythm, my eyes rolled back, and I was swept over. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and sparks lit my skin. The places Ivan’s fingers dug into me were land mines. Each time he shifted, another detonation went off somewhere within me.

Body limp, it was all I could do not to melt, but a wave of determination kept me solid. Scooting down his torso, I stopped when our faces were aligned and touched my lips to his. He groaned, immediately taking over. His tongue pushed between my lips, giving me flashbacks to minutes ago when he was kissing my other lips.

My arm fit between our sweat-misted bodies, sliding down until I got to his cock. Fingers curling around his thick length, I gently squeezed. His answering groan vibrated my lips. He needed this as much as I wanted to give it to him.

Ending our kiss, I worked my way over the planes of his torso, mapping the lines of his muscles with my tongue and lips.

Ivan’s hands shot to the sides of my head when he figured out where I was going. If I stuck my tongue out, I would taste him, but I wouldn’t do that without permission.

“Angel, no. You don’t have to,” he gritted out from the rigid set of his jaw.

“Don’t be boring, Ivan. I could have predicted you would say that, and the thing is”—I slowly licked my lips, hoping I was being seductive and not goofy—“I don’t know if I’ll like this, but I think I’ll die if I don’t try. Do you want me to die?”

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