Page 49 of Taking Jenny
His fingers ghosted over my abs, tracing every dip, every ridge. My cock pulsed at his touch.
He looked up at me and murmured, “I’ve never done this before.”
“I thought…you and Jenny…”
He shook his head. “Never with a man. Ladrian or otherwise.”
Considering how virile Tiger was, I was shocked. “Do…” I didn’t want to say it, but I didn’t want to fuck this up with him, either. “Do you want to stop?”
A sly little grin curved his lips. “Not at all.”
Thank gods.“Good, neither do I.”
Still kneeling, he slid his hands to the waistband of my pajama pants and pulled them down. My cock sprang free, andhis breath caught. When he wrapped his fingers tight around my shaft, my head fell back against the wall.
His grip was sure. Curious, but not timid. He stroked me with strong, rough hands, his thumb brushing over the head, then down the thick vein along the underside. The pressure started to build inside of me and I instinctively bucked into his touch.
“Stop,” I gasped.
He released me, eyes hesitant as he stood. “What’s wrong?”
I yanked him into a kiss, panting. “You’re too fucking good at that, and I want more. Take off your clothes.”
He grinned, stripping fast. I did the same, and then took a moment to admire the lean power of his form. He was a bit taller than me, sculpted for agility, not brute force. His muscles were well-defined, and I wanted to memorize him with my mouth.
I shoved his shoulders, pushing him onto the bed. He fell back with a surprised laugh, legs dangling over the edge.
“So rough,” he teased.
I stood between his spread knees, my eyes on his thick, hard cock. “You like it.”
“Yeah, I do.”
I lunged for him, like an animal coming out of its cage. He barely had time to react before my mouth was on his again, tongue plunging deep, my hips grinding against his as I pushed him further up the bed, encouraging his backwards crawl toward the pillows. I kissed him like I needed to consume him. Like he was oxygen and I was drowning.
My hand found his cock, and he groaned when I stroked the length in a tight fist. I teased him, watching the way his hips jerked up into my palm and the way his shaft twitched and leaked.
He was perfect.
I dragged my tongue down his chest, over his stomach, and along the trail of hair leading to his cock. I hovered at the tip, let my breath ghost over him. He shivered, and then I licked him.
His taste hit my tongue, salty and male, and I groaned, taking him deep into my mouth, his cock sliding down my throat in one slow, deliberate glide. He arched off the bed, fists twisting in the blankets.
“Fuck,” he growled. “That’s too good.”
I pulled back, releasing him. “Want me to stop?”
“If you want me to last, yes.”
I crawled back up his body. “I wanteverythingfrom you, Tiger.”
“Yes,” he rasped, pulling me into another kiss.
I reached for the lube, already stashed in his nightstand. Without breaking our kiss, I slicked my cock and reached between this thighs. He gasped and tensed as my fingers pressed in. Tight. Hot. New.
But then he moved with me, rocking into the touch and making a sound that caused my balls to ache.
I lined myself up and flicked my tongue against his ear. “Are you sure?”
