Page 15 of Securing the Odds

Damn, he knew how to use his tongue.

Chapter 7

Jake savoredthe taste of Tammy on his tongue. She squirmed and bucked her hips, egging him on, but he wouldn’t be rushed. No, this had been something he’d been thinking about for two long years, and he wouldn’t ruin the moment by having it end too quickly.

“Be still.” He accompanied his command with a tight grip on her thighs but lightened its harshness with a gentle sweep of his tongue.

He played with her clit, swirling it with the tip of his tongue, working at the little nub until her breathing changed from shallow pants to labored breaths.

But that wasn’t enough. He wanted moans. He wanted whimpers. He wanted his name in Tammy’s sexy-as-fuck voice filling his ears as he gave her the most pleasurable orgasm she’d ever experienced.

Removing his hand from her thigh, he ran a finger through her slick folds until he reached her entrance and slid it into her heat. Fuck, she was so wet his finger glided in without the least bit hesitation, and he couldn’t stop the secret smile, knowing it was him who had made her that way.

He curled his finger and rubbed, while at the same time latching onto her clit and sucking it between his teeth.

That got him the moan he was looking for. And he even got her hands as she buried her fingers through his hair, tugging at it in a way he knew she wasn’t aware of her actions—so lost in the moment.

And he loved that too—that he could make her completely lose control.

He kept at her at a steady pace, building her up slowly even though her actions told him she wanted it faster. But he knew it would be more powerful the longer he made her wait. Slow and steady wins the race.

Or, in this case, slow and steady would win Tammy an explosive orgasm.

“Jake.” His name was a plea from her lips, but he refused to speed his actions. She’d thank him for that later.

And then he felt what he’d been waiting for—the tiny quivers sucking at his finger. Tammy’s grip on his hair tightened as her hips bucked forward. Her body vibrated and strained against his and her toes curled, digging into the muscles of his thighs.

“Jake.” That time it was on a moan as her body shuddered before growing lax.

He carefully removed his finger, running his hands up her thighs to her hips as he kissed his way up her stomach, not stopping until he reached her tits.

He was a breast man, and Tammy had a very nice pair. Rose tipped, surrounded by a sea of cream, and filling his hands perfectly. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, lathing it with his tongue until it was a hard peak he sucked on with relish.

Her fingers were back, tangling into his hair, and he made a mental note to skip his next couple of haircuts so she’d have more to grab hold of. He could grow addicted to the bite against his scalp when she pulled, which was a good thing as he planned to give Tammy orgasms regularly.

He moved over to her other breast and gave it the same attention as the first. Tammy’s legs came around his waist, pulling him against the couch, his cock digging into the cushion and her panties dragging along its length. It was too much. Already on the edge, he felt his balls draw up and his cock start to pulse. His orgasm hit before he could take another breath.

Fuck, that hadn’t happened since he’d been fourteen and rubbed one out to a Playboy he’d found under his older brother’s mattress.

Kissing his way up her neck, he licked the underside of her chin on his way to her lips. He’d meant the kiss to be sweet, a soft lingering cool-down before letting her go, but things didn’t go quite to plan. Once claimed, he didn’t want to let them go, and it turned long and deep as he savored the best damn kiss of his life.

A groan hit his throat, spilled into her mouth only to be replaced with a moan from her. He swallowed it down, tucking it into a safe spot next to his heart.

He felt her lips form into a smile, and he pulled away to see it. Her smile matched the languid sheen in her eyes. “Well, that worked much better than warm milk.” At his raised brow, she chuckled and shook her head. “Never mind.” But she said it around a yawn.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

He helped her stand, and she righted her shirt then held out a hand. “Panties?”

He looked down at his shorts, thankful they were black, then back up at her. “I don’t think you want them back.” Her eyes flew to his crotch and grew wide at the visible shadow there. He chuckled, “Looks like I need another shower.”

Jake openedhis eyes to a sight that did not make him happy—an empty spot on his bed where Tammy was supposed to be. The spot he’d put her in before he pulled her into his arms and they’d both drifted off to sleep. The spot he expected her to still be in. He’d make that clear to her the next time he put her in it.

And there would be a next time.

Many of them.

He got up and made his way downstairs to the scent of coffee filling the air and the sight of Tammy’s ass filling one of the stools at the breakfast bar. It was a sight he knew he’d never grow tired of.

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