Page 43 of Smooth Moves
He laughed, surprised he could feel anything but all-consuming lust. “Still such a smartass.” He stared at her, astounded someone could look so perfect. “But such a sexy smartass.” He caressed her, watching her face contort with pleasure and needing to be inside her in the worst way. But Cash didn’t want to rush this, not when he finally had her in his arms.
He bent down to take her nipple into his mouth and wanted to shout with delight when she clenched her hands in his hair, urging him for more. He sucked and teased while molding her other breast and realized he’d been thrusting against her.
“Need you,” he managed when he could think to release her.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.
He pulled back and left the bed to disrobe, watching her do the same. They stood there, naked, just taking in the moment before reaching for each other. Cash felt her hot little hands on him, and he nearly lost it.
“Wait, wait.” He slid her hands from his cock to his chest and tried to breathe through the out-of-control lust.
“Oh, you’re sexy. No wonder everyone wants you,” she teased.
“Stop it, woman. You’re killing me. I’m trying to last.”
“Only good for one round then? Not living up to the hype, Griffith.”
“You are so asking for it.” He shoved her back, not so gently, to the bed, only to hear her laugh. He left her there, on the hunt for his jeans to grab the condom. He finally had it in hand before stubborn Jordan darted off the bed to grab him again. On her knees on the floor, she reached for his erection and fondled him.
He shook, so close to climax. Then she let him go, and he let out a breath, only to stare down at her nearing him with parted lips.
“Fuck. Jordan, you put that mouth on me, and I’ll come down your throat. I’m too close.”
“Promise?” She paused. “You did say you’re clean.”
“I… Shit. Of course I’m clean. No, wait.” He closed his eyes at the feel of her hot breath over his dick. “What are you doing to me?” he rasped, overcome with feeling.
Jordan palmed his balls as she drew his cock into her mouth. The feeling was indescribable, as if she surrounded him with everlasting warmth. She bobbed over him once, twice, and he came so hard he saw stars.
He heard himself moaning, felt the release fill her mouth, and couldn’t stop from pumping between her lips.
After he could think again, he withdrew, still semihard and catching his breath, gripping her shoulder so as not to fall over.
He watched her wipe her lips, first with her tongue then her finger. She stared up at him as she dragged that wet finger down her chin to her breasts, circling her nipples before continuing lower.
Fed up with letting her lead him by the balls—because, Christ, she had—he lifted her in his arms and kissed her until she moaned his name.
Then he placed her on the bed and spread her thighs wide, kneeling between them.
“Go on, sweet thing. Inspire me.” Her eyes bright, her lips shiny, and her body taut, she slowly slid that hand between her legs.
“That’s right. It’s your turn,” he purred, prepared to show the little brat just how much pleasure he could give her before she lost all control. “And get it right. Time you followed a few orders from your superior.” He smirked then lost all sense of humor as her fingers got busy.
Oh, hell yeah.
