Page 569 of Rock Me All Night
The words fall right off my lips. "I want to suck you off."
He takes my hand and drags it up his thigh. No waiting. I can't bear to wait another second.
I unzip his jeans. He shifts to his feet and pushes them to his hips. Then the boxers.
This is the first time I've gotten a perfect view of his body. The light streaming through the window casts him in a gorgeous glow. I take in every hard inch—from the desire in his deep brown eyes all the way down to his muscular thighs.
My sex clenches. He's ridiculously hot. And he's that hard for me.
I'm going to make this count. I'm going to have him at my mercy. I push myself to my feet.
Okay. I'm in control. I can do this. I motion to the wall. "Put your back against the wall."
His eyes cloud with desire. He takes a step backwards. Another. Until he's against the wall.
I study every inch of him. The way his lips part with a sigh of pleasure. The way the muscles of his stomach and thighs tense with anticipation.
He's desperate for me.
His eyes stay fixed on me as I take three steps towards him. There's that hint of vulnerability in his eyes. Right now, he needs me.
A rush of anticipation spreads through my stomach. I need him feeling as good as I do. I need him screamingmyname ashecomes.
I rise to my tip toes to kiss him. His hard cock presses against my stomach. Almost.
My tongue slides into his mouth. My hands slide into his hair. He's going to be panting and desperate.
Sucking on his tongue isn't enough. I pull back. I take his hand and bring his fingers to my lips. He pushes forward, sliding his fingers into my mouth.
I press my tongue flat against them. Mmm. Even his fingers taste good. My sex clenches as I suck on his soft skin. This is going too slow.
My hand finds his hip. Then it's curving around his thigh. I trace the lines of his tattoo. My fingers catch on something. A scar. But this isn't the time to ask questions.
Right now, I'm the one making him desperate.
I drag my fingers up his thighs, over that soft tuft of pubic hair, and I wrap my hand around his cock.
His pupils dilate. His lips part. There. He's where I want him.
He catches my lower lip with his thumb. The gesture is intimate, a reminder that this isn't just sex.
I suck on his thumb for good measure. Harder and harder until he's groaning. No more waiting. I'm getting back in control.
My hands go to his hips. I lower myself onto my knees. One hand slides to his firm ass. The other goes to his cock.
I watch his reactions as I rub his tip with my thumb. When he's groaning enough that I'm certain he's desperate, I brush my lips against him.
"Jess," he groans.
God damn, that's a beautiful sound.
I flick my tongue against his tip. His groan gets louder. I do it again and again, until he's groaning so loudlyIcan't take it anymore.
I wrap my lips around him, taking him into my mouth. He tastes good. Like soap and like Pete.
His hands go to my hair. They find the band holding my French braid together and do away with it.
My hair spills over my cheeks. He digs his hand into it, tugging just enough my sex clenches with desire.
