Page 113 of Five Alarm Kiss

Ignoring him, she hollowed out her cheeks.

“Shit!”His fist tightened in her hair. “I’m gonna—aww, fuck!Laurel…”

Was it possible to come strictly by getting someone else off? She’d never thought it would be, but with Jake chanting a string of curses, fighting the release she was determined to give him—a fight he was losing, by the way—she wasn’t so sure.

“Laurel…” He gripped her shoulder as if to push her away, even though his other hand remained anchored in her hair. “Stop, or I’m gonna come!”

Yes, you are.

She took him as deep as she could and cupped his balls while sucking hard.

“Fuck!”

Chapter Thirty

Jake pressed Laurel’s head down as his release crashed into him like a semi-truck traveling at high speed. It wasn’t a conscious move, but damned if he could stop it. Watching her go down on him and devour his cock was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. Especially, since she’d initiated it. His shy, reserved good girl just blew the ever-loving shit out of him, then sucked him dry because she’d wanted to. He didn’t force her, or even ask for it. She’d wanted to.

That fact hit him right between the ribs. Well, a little to the left.

Jake sat up and pulled her onto his lap. “Laurel...” He shook his head. “You…”

The words wouldn’t come—why could he never talk around this woman? He gave up trying and kissed her instead. The fact he could taste himself on her lips had him already hardening again.

“Where did that come from?” he asked, finally able to form a coherent sentence.

She blushed. Honest to God, after sucking his cock like a woman possessed,nowshe was blushing. How did a woman like her even exist?

She looked up at him through a thick veil of lashes. “You always said I’d make a good student.” She shrugged. “Apparently, you’re a good teacher.”

A laugh burst from his throat. “Hell, I didn’t teach youthat!” When the rosy color of her cheeks deepened, he shook his head in awe and bit his lip. “You know what?” He shifted her off of his lap and crawled forward, leaving her no choice but to lie back on the rug. “Gold star.” He moved above her and kicked out of his slacks and boxers. “A-plus.” Spreading her legs, he settled between them and hiked one up to his waist. “Wanna go for extra credit?”

He kissed her, rubbing himself against her heat. He was bare, but she still had underwear on, so he decided to torture her a little. Payback was a bitch, and right now, he was all about it.

When he rocked into her, she broke their kiss with a gasp. “Jake…”

“What was that?” he asked, continuing to dry hump her, although it was very evident she was anything but dry. He moved against her, prodding her entrance through the satin barrier.

She moaned, then did it again when he reached for her breast and started plucking at the taut nipple straining against the material of her dress.

Damn, she’s still wearing her dress. I need to remedy that.

“Jake, please.”

“Now, Princess,” he tutted. “‘Please’ is hardly worthy of extra credit.”

He pulled back, dragging her with him until they were both on their knees, and he could reach the back zipper of her dress. He pulled it down; the scraping sound of metal teeth was sweet torture because he knew what was waiting underneath.

Jake stood and helped Laurel to her feet, then turned them around so he could sit in the chair with her standing before him.

“Take off the dress,” he instructed.

She glanced toward the bedroom. “Don’t you?—”

“No. Do it here.” As much as he’d enjoyed her taking control earlier, he was in the driver’s seat now.

She wet her lips, then caught them between her teeth as she pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it fall into a pool of red silk.

His hungry gaze raked over her tantalizing curves and alabaster skin. She was wearing a matching bra and panties set in the same red color as the dress at her feet. That’s where the rest of her clothes needed to be.

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