She knew he could see how drenched she was. That he could feel how slippery her inner thighs were.
“You think I don’t want you?” He was mocking her now. “You don’t know shit, Jamie. You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this.”
He traced her folds with one finger, rubbing the moisture clinging to her inner lips. Then that wicked finger trailed lower, breaching her opening with its tip.
She jerked from the shot of pleasure that hurtled into her.
“Open your eyes,” he barked.
Her eyelids flew open. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them, but Lennox clearly wasn’t happy that she had.
“I want you to watch who’s doing this to you.” The words were rough, seductive. “Watch as I lick you. As I shove my tongue inside you and fuck you with it.”
Oh. My. God.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined those filthy words coming out of her best friend’s mouth. The thrill of it sent another gush of moisture to her pussy, and Lennox chuckled when he felt her arousal coating his finger.
“Yeah, that’s it. Get nice and wet for me, love.”
Her wide eyes stayed focused on him. On his mouth, as it slowly descended over her clit, as his lips gently rubbed over the aching bud. Shock waves rippled through her. Oh hell, that felt good. And then his tongue came out and it felt even better. Hot and insistent, but torturously slow as he lavished soft licks on her clit, then dragged his tongue up and down her slit.
Her breathing grew shallow. Her legs started to shake. Chuckling against her core, Lennox brought one hand to her waist and curled his fingers over it, holding her steady. His other hand stroked her thigh in the same languid tempo his tongue was using on her clit.
God, it wasn’t enough. Her hips started to move. She was helpless to stop it, because the light friction was becoming unbearable. She needed more, damn it.
Lennox growled. “Fuck yeah. Rub your pussy all over my face.”
She thought she heard herself moan. It was hard to tell because her heart was thudding louder than the bass line pounding from the speakers. She couldn’t believe Lennox was doing this to her. She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt.
Everything about him was turning her on. The hungry noises rumbling in his throat. The furrow in his forehead as he concentrated on pleasuring her. The enormous bulge in his pants. God, that cock. She wanted it. She felt needy and empty and he was the only one who could make it all better.
“I need your cock,” she begged. “Please, Lennox, I need it.”
“No.” The husky response vibrated in her core, and then he buried his face in her pussy and sucked hard on her clit.
“Oh God. Yes.” Jamie fisted her hands in his hair and rocked harder against his greedy mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Grind down. Let me feel you.”
She was shamelessly riding his face now, but it still wasn’t enough. She cried out when his tongue lapped at her opening. A moment later, he pushed it inside her, releasing a savage groan as he lodged his tongue deep.
“Jesus,” he muttered after he’d licked his way out. “So sweet.”
So this was what an out-of-body experience was like. Her surroundings, her entire fucking world, blurred at the edges as pure, mindless sensation consumed her body. She had the vague sense that she was trembling, pulling his hair, moving her hips as he speared his tongue into her. Pleasure whipped up and down her spine like bolts of lightning, escaping her mouth in the form of gasped, hoarse moans.
Lennox moaned too. “I’m gonna come just from tonguing you. That’s how good you are, baby.”
He brought his tongue back to her clit and sucked hard. Then he lifted his head, and she saw that his lips were swollen, glistening. The hand on her thigh squeezed tight, bringing a sting of pain.
“This is what you wanted, right? For me to stop pretending?” His gorgeous eyes shone with intensity as he dragged two fingers down her thigh, skimming her pussy lips. “Well, this is it, love. This is me not pretending.”
“Lennox—” she started. Then stopped, because she wasn’t sure what she’d wanted to say.
“This pussy is mine tonight.” He plunged both fingers into her core. “I’m the only one that gets to lick it, suck it, you hear me? So now fuck my face and show me how much you want it.”
Nothing could have prepared her for this. She’d seen him with other women, heard the screams he summoned from them. But seeing and hearing had nothing on actually feeling it.
She went on sensation overload as he stroked her inner channel. His fingers curled over the sweet spot there, rubbing hard, while his merciless tongue worked her clit. He didn’t stop. Didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. He simply brought her to the brink of sexual madness and then pushed her right over that summit, triggering an explosion of pleasure that blazed through her body.
She came on his face and he drank her up, licked her up, refusing to let her crash down from the high. Her clit was so sensitive she began to squirm, but Lennox didn’t retreat. He eased the pressure around the quivering bud and slowed the thrust of his fingers, but his greedy tongue kept swirling, his blunt fingertips kept rubbing that spot deep inside her.
Jamie cried out again, this time with pleasure that bordered on agony. It was too much. Every nerve in her body was hypersensitive now, her pussy swollen and throbbing from the orgasm, yet none of that mattered to the man between her legs. He feasted on her, tormented her, wrecked her, until her squirming eventually turned into grinding. Until the pleasure gathered again, building and pulsating before detonating in another blinding rush of ecstasy.
This time she couldn’t take it. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, she pulled his hair to yank his lips off her, but the mere act of moving her arms caused her wobbly legs to buckle. Lennox caught her before she could sink to the floor, rising to his feet and locking his strong arms around her waist.
He kissed her again, and she tasted herself on his lips. She tasted his arousal too. Felt it pressing against her core, the long, solid ridge of his erection.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered.
Lennox made a tortured sound. Every muscle in his face went taut, his gray eyes conveying both reluctance and hunger.
Their gazes locked. The other voices in the room faded away into nothingness. Jamie wasn’t sure if anyone was still watching them. She didn’t care, because nobody else existed to her right now. Nobody but Lennox.
The man she’d known forever, but who she was meeting for the first time tonight.
11
He’d crossed the line. No, he’d eviscerated the line. Thrown gasoline on it, lit a match, and set it on fire. But Lennox didn’t fucking care, because the fire was inside him now. Burning so hot it had reduced his normally good judgment to ashes.
He didn’t remember walking out of the rec hall. Or walking to the building where he and Jamie were crashing. Or walking upstairs. And into their sleeping quarters. Apparently there’d been a lot of walking involved, but he didn’t remember taking a single goddamn step.
Yet here they were, alone in his room, with Jamie’s dress on the floor.
He’d fantasized about this moment for years. Jerked off to it on many a cold, lonely night. But none of the dirty scenarios his mind had conjured up in the past held a candle to the real thing. Jamie’s naked body stretched on the bed, her golden hair fanned out on the pillows, her pussy glistening.
“I can’t believe I waited this long.” He was surprised he was able to speak with all the gravel in his mouth. God knew he couldn’t seem to formulate any coherent thoughts other than Take her, take her now.
“Waiting sucks.” Arching an eyebrow, she lifted one knee and offered herself up to his gaze. “So don’t make me wait.”
His chuckle came out strangled. With surprisingly steady hands, considering that his heartbeat w
as erratic as fuck, Lennox began to strip. His belt buckle jingled as his jeans hit the floor. His shirt disappeared somewhere under the bed.
Once he was fully naked, he sat at the edge of the mattress and grazed a finger up her bare leg. Her skin was so damn soft. When he reached her inner thigh, she shivered, but not as hard as when he ran his finger along her slit. Her pussy was still swollen from the orgasms he’d given her. Still wet too, soaking his fingertips when he teased her entrance.
“Lennox,” she begged.
He moistened his dry bottom lip. “What do you want, love?”
“You.”
She sat up abruptly and locked her arms around his neck, tugging him down on top of her, and then they were kissing again, a fervent joining of mouths that sucked the breath from his lungs. He couldn’t stop kissing her. It was too good. She tasted like expensive whiskey and sexy woman, and he greedily drank in her flavor before finally coming up for air.
Tilting his head, he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled the scent of her shampoo, the coconut stuff that was stocked in all the cabins back at Connor’s camp. Her skin smelled just as sweet, a heady fragrance that was uniquely Jamie.
He kissed her neck, sweeping his tongue over her silky flesh while his hands skimmed every sexy curve of her body. Her hands weren’t idle either. One slid between them and curled around his cock, giving it a firm pump that made him see stars. He was harder than steel, all the blood in his body pulsing in his dick and turning his brain to mush.
The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back and Jamie was kissing his chest. His stomach. His hips. Everywhere. Her warm lips explored every inch of his torso, and the noises she was making, the tiny purrs and breathy moans and feminine growls . . . he’d never heard those desperate sounds leave her mouth before.
Her pink tongue came out to tease one of his nipples, licking and toying with it until it was a tight, painful bud. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Len.”
He couldn’t fight the burst of satisfaction that went off inside him. He knew she was drunk. That she’d probably regret every word in the morning. But he didn’t care. He’d wanted this too. Her rosebud lips all over him. Her eager tongue. Her frantic hands.
“How long?” he rasped.
Her cheeks reddened. “Since I was sixteen years old.”
Lennox offered a knowing look. “Since the night you watched me jerk off.” He reached down and gripped his aching cock, pumping it enticingly. “Right?”
Her flush deepened. “You knew I was there?”
“Of course I knew. Why do you think I took so long to finish?”
Now she looked outraged. “You were teasing me on purpose?”
“Fuck yeah.” He rubbed his thumb around his cock head, slowly, lazily, drawing out the erotic caress. He’d done the same thing all those years ago. Teasing both her and himself, stroking his cock as if it were the first time he’d ever had his hand on it.
Jamie swatted his fingers away. “You should have asked me to join you. I knew some tricks, even back then.”
A surge of anticipation raced through his blood. “Yeah? Show me.”
Smiling, she lowered her head and lavished a soft lick on the head of his cock. Her blond hair fell like a curtain over his thighs, tickling his skin while her tongue tickled his dick.
Jesus. He’d waited so many years to feel this woman’s mouth on him. He wanted to push inside and choke her with his goddamn dick, mark her, own her. But she was taking her time, teasing him with tiny, barely there licks that unleashed a string of expletives from his mouth.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
“No.”
He thrust a hand in her hair and gave a sharp tug. “Suck me.”
“No.” Then she twisted her head toward his wrist and sank her teeth into it.
The jolt of pain caused him to release her, but his fingers didn’t go far. They dipped down to her throat and curled around it. He felt her pulse throbbing, saw the excitement shining in her eyes as he gave a slight squeeze. Jamie had always liked it rough. He’d seen her with other men and—nope, he wasn’t going there.
He banished the memories when an unexpected streak of jealousy jolted through him. It was odd, because he’d never been jealous of her previous lovers before. He’d never cared—
You cared.
The mocking voice in his head reared up. It was true. He had cared. But it hadn’t mattered, damn it. He’d been determined to protect their friendship, which meant he couldn’t touch her. He would’ve been a total ass if he’d denied her the pleasure other men could give her.
“What are you going to do if I keep saying no?” she asked, defiance gleaming in her blue eyes.
Lennox dragged his tongue over his lips. He knew exactly what she wanted him to say. So he said it.
“I’m going to hold you down and shove my cock down your throat.”
She moaned.
“You’d like that,” he said with a chuckle.
“Mmm-hmmm. But maybe we can save that for another time.” She closed her lips around him and sucked hard.
His hips snapped up when her mouth slid down nearly to the base of him. “That’s it, love. Take it all.”
She slowly licked her way back to his tip . . . then sucked down again in one fast motion. Sweet Lord. She’d set a mind-blowing tempo. The wet, lazy path of her tongue climbing up to his cock head, followed by the rapid descent of her mouth as she swallowed him. His dick brushed the back of her throat each time, and the hot suction and greedy little licks made his balls tighten in agony.
He kept his eyes open, watching as she blew him, as she took hungry pulls on his dick. Her small hands stroked his abs, his thighs, his sac. His gaze rested on her tits, swaying seductively as she bent over him. He couldn’t see her pussy, though. Damn it. He wanted to know if she was wet. If sucking him was turning her on.
“I’m craving your pussy, baby,” he murmured. “Bring it up here.”
She lifted her head, and a devilish smile curved her swollen lips. Then she twisted around and wiggled her ass up to his face, positioning her knees on either side of his head. Lennox groaned when he gazed up and saw paradise.
He gripped her ass cheeks with both hands, bringing her closer to his mouth so he could drag his tongue along her wet slit. Jamie whimpered, then resumed her single-minded task of sucking his brains right out of his dick.
He was in heaven. Her sweet pussy in his face, her hot mouth on his dick . . . absolute heaven.
“Jesus, baby, you taste so amazing,” he muttered against her folds. “A dying man would rise from the grave if he had you on his tongue.” In response, she whimpered and rubbed her clit against his lips, and he choked out a curse. “Fucking hell.”
His hips rose to meet each deep stroke of her mouth, the pleasure in his body twisting and growing and prickling across his skin. Why had he waited so long to do this? Why had he deprived himself of it? Of her?
“Lennox.” His name left her lips on a breath, hot against his shaft, as she started to grind on top of him.
Her clit pulsed on his tongue, her juices soaking his face as he lapped her up. He kneaded her firm ass cheeks, then trailed one finger down the crease to tease the tight ring of muscle there.
Jamie jerked and moaned around his cock.
A smile stretched his lips. Oh yeah, ass play was bound to make her come on his face again. He’d seen the way she reacted when other men—
There are no other men. Just you.
Just him. It had always been him for her. He knew that now, and he suspected Jamie did as well.
As his cock throbbed and swelled in her eager mouth, Lennox stroked her ass with the tip of his finger and worked his tongue over her clit. Jamie was squirming now, trying to press against his finger.
“Lennox,” she begged, and the sound traveled through his sh
aft and seized his balls.
With a growl, he breached her sensitive opening. He pushed his finger inside at the same time his mouth latched tightly around her clit. Jamie went off like a rocket. Her mouth disappeared from his dick as she let out a blissful cry and shuddered in release.
She was still moaning in abandon when he flipped her over. Her head hit the pillows, golden hair tousled and falling in her eyes, her legs parting for him even as she continued to tremble from the climax. Lennox dove over the side of the bed for his pants, finding a condom and sheathing himself in five seconds flat.
“Goddamn it, I need to be inside you,” he burst out.
Her answer was another moan.
Shit, he couldn’t go slow. He couldn’t be gentle. Couldn’t think straight. He knelt between her open thighs and drove his cock deep. The tight clutch of her pussy was goddamn incredible.
“Gonna be rough,” he mumbled, surprised he could even formulate a real sentence. “Need it too bad.”
“Then take it,” she pleaded, raising her ass off the mattress to deepen the intimate contact.
The shock of pleasure that rippled through him sent him falling forward. He captured her mouth in a hard kiss as his hips flexed, as he pounded into her with everything he had. He was no longer in control. Each punishing thrust triggered another alarm bell in his head, a plea to slow down, a warning that he was hurting her, but Jamie’s wild moans eased his concerns.
She dug her nails into his ass and met him thrust for thrust, drawing him in and squeezing him tight every time he retreated, as if trying to trap him inside. Their bodies slapped together, sweat slicking their chests as he filled her, over and over again, hard and fast and mercilessly deep.
When he came, it was in an explosion of pleasure that shut down his brain and seared his skin. The orgasm lasted minutes, hours. He was absolutely wrecked, completely drained, when he finally sagged against her. Jamie held him. Her lips brushed over his shoulder. Her hands stroked up and down his sweaty back.
He could feel her erratic heartbeat fluttering against his pec. The moisture still soaking the place where they were joined.