Page 134 of Behind the Net

“I’m coming.” The words are puffs of air as I shake, suspended while pleasure pulses through me from my center. I’m clamping down on his fingers, pressed into him from head to toe, writhing under the pure fucking ecstasy that is a Jamie Streicher-induced orgasm.

“So good,” he murmurs as I come. “Good girl. Perfect. Just like that, baby. You’re so tight around my fingers.”

I fade back, and Jamie’s hand smooths up and down my thigh while I catch my breath.

He lets out a ragged sigh. “I love doing that.”

“You’re very, very good at it,” I say lightly, and when he brushes my clit, I jerk, laughing. “Too sensitive.”

His laugh is low against my hair, and it puts a dumb, goofy smile on my face as he settles me back against his body.

When we get out of the tub, Jamie insists on drying me off. He’s still hard, and as he pulls the towel around my back, tipping a small grin at me, I reach for his gorgeous cock.

He groans, and I smile up at him as I draw my thumb over his tip, over the bead of liquid there. I lift it to my lips, and my eyes fall closed at the taste. When I open them, his expression is agonized, dark eyes glazed and jaw tight.

I’m growing to love this moment where I hold complete power over him.

I get an idea and bite my lip before reaching for my jersey on the counter. Anticipation lights me up, because I think he’s going to like this. With the jersey in one hand, I lead him to the bedroom.

“What—” His words cut off as I pull it over my head, and his eyes travel down my form, flashing with lust. “Fuck.”

I sink to my knees, and his eyes darken.

CHAPTER64

PIPPA

“Fuck,”Jamie mutters again, jaw tightening.

Lust and affection weave together in my chest as I stroke him, watching his focused frown. Jamie’s so special, and he deserves to be taken care of the way he takes care of everyone else. And with the expression on his face right now, so trusting and desperate for me?

I love this guy so much.

His hands sink into his own hair as I play with his length. His cock is undeniably perfect—thick and long, smooth and hard, and when I lick the liquid off the end, more appears.

“You’re going to wear my jersey while you suck my cock.” He says it like he can’t believe it, and I smile again.

“Yep.”

I slide my lips around him, watching his eyes gleam with intensity and focus. He’s thick in my mouth, a snug fit, and my intimate muscles squeeze. I take his length as far as I can before my cheeks hollow out with suction, and his head falls back with a tortured groan.

I smile around him before I do it again. Slow, so slow. I know he’s had blowjobs before, but that flame in my chest that’s gotten brighter these past few months wants this to be the best fucking blowjob of Jamie Streicher’s life.

I suck Jamie’s cock at an agonizing pace. I want him to think about this one for a long time.

“Songbird, you’re killing me here.” His voice is guttural, and torturing him is making me wet all over again.

“You said slower, earlier.”

He huffs out a sharp, pained laugh. “Fuck.”

I keep my pace slow and steady, running my tongue over his tip each time I pull back before taking him all the way to the back of my throat.

He groans, and his fingers settle in my hair, so gentle but flexing each time I add suction. “Jesus fuck. This is going to make me come so hard.” His gaze falls to my jersey. “You sucking my cock while wearing my jersey is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Pleasure twists through me, and I smile around him. Ilovethis. I love making him feel this way. I love having this man at my mercy.

He lets out a low moan, and he pulses in my mouth. I don’t speed up, though. I just keep this pace, keep taking him to the back of my mouth, keep dancing my tongue over him. The noises he makes are incredible—low moans of anguish like he’s wounded, like he’ll never recover from this.

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