Jen’s lungs burned from lack of oxygen as the kiss grew hotter, more desperate. When Cash tried to lower one hand to touch her, she shoved it back up and locked his wrists with her fingers. “No touching,” she said breathlessly.
She glided her other hand down his rock-hard chest, past his rippled abs and under the waistband of his shorts.
Cash groaned.
“How’s your head?” she murmured.
“Still hurts,” he said in a strangled voice.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it better.”
With a wicked smile, she moved to the foot of the couch and slowly worked his shorts off his hips. Her mouth watered when his cock sprang up to greet her. Lord, the man was hung like a bull. Thick, long, hard. His balls were drawn tight, and the engorged head of his cock bobbed against his navel, leaving a streak of moisture on his abs.
Jen was suddenly hit with a pang of self-consciousness. She might have started this, but truth was, she didn’t have much experience in the oral sex department—giving it or getting it. She’d gone down on her boyfriends, Brendan included, but it had always been rushed because they’d been in too much of a hurry to get inside her.
She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth and collected her composure, then peered up at Cash, who was watching her with a heavy-lidded look smoldering with heat.
“My technique probably isn’t what you’re used to,” she confessed. “Tell me if I do it wrong.”
His lips quirked. “Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I can come from the thought of being in your mouth. Trust me, I’ll like whatever you do.”
Warmth traveled down her chest and settled between her legs. When she dropped her gaze and saw a bead of moisture glistening at the tip of that tantalizing erection, she decided to quit hesitating before Cash regained his senses and put a stop to this. So what if she didn’t have experience? She’d just have to do some exploring and figure out how to drive this man wild.
She started by dipping her head and tentatively licking that tempting little drop of moisture.
Cash hissed out a breath.
“You okay?” she teased.
“Uh-huh.”
Emboldened by his reaction to that one teeny lick, she rested her hands on his thighs, teasing the coarse hair and feeling his muscles clench beneath her fingertips. Then she licked him from root to tip, savoring the clean, salty taste of him. His ragged breathing spurred her on. She swept her tongue up the length of his cock, rubbing her lips over the head before licking the fluid seeping from that little slit.
“You done teasing?” he asked hoarsely.
“Not by a long shot,” she said before flicking her tongue against the underside of his cock.
He mumbled a savage curse.
Lord, why hadn’t anyone ever told her how empowering it could be reducing a man to a panting, cursing mess? Fighting a smile, she skated her tongue up and down his shaft, then wrapped her lips around the head and sucked.
His hips shot up, trying to push his entire length into her mouth. With a slow exhale, she gave him what he wanted, her cheeks hollowing as she brought him deeper, testing how much she could take. Breathing through her nose, she relaxed her throat as he fed his cock to her inch by delicious inch. Though he kept his arms above his head, Cash controlled the encounter with his hips, driving his erection in and out of her mouth with leisurely but steady strokes.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was a cross between a whisper and a groan. “Suck me nice and slow.”
Realizing she’d completely neglected that tight sac bumping against her chin, Jen lowered her hand and cupped his balls, eliciting a hoarse cry from him. His hips retreated and that thick cock slid out of her mouth with a wet pop.
“Lick my balls,” he rasped. “Do that teasing thing again.”
Her heart thudded. She licked those heavy globes, which were drawn up and pulsing beneath her tongue. She sucked one in her mouth, then the other, then replaced her tongue with her hand and squeezed him hard.
Cash released a wild groan.
His response to her oral exploration turned her on beyond belief. An ache formed between her legs. Her breathing went shallow. Every inch of her body tingled.
God, she was going to explode.
But not until she made him explode first.
Wrapping her fingers around his impressive girth, she brought his cock back to her mouth, sucking hard as she rolled his balls between the fingers of her other hand. His groans grew more desperate, his body pistoning harder. She swirled her tongue over his head at each upstroke, quickening her pace.
“Fuck,” Cash choked out. “Yeah, like that. Jerk me faster. And suck harder.”
Jen gave him what he wanted, pumping his shaft as she sucked him into oblivion.
“Oh, Jesus. Yeah, that’s it…that’s it…fuck.”
And then he moaned, disregarded the no-touching rule, and shoved his hands in her hair as his cock throbbed and spasmed in her mouth.
Hot pulses of liquid shot to the back of her throat and she eagerly swallowed each drop, loving the heady, musky taste of him, loving the way he gripped her hair, the way he rocked his hips with complete abandon. When he finally grew still, Jen lifted her head, unable to control the cocky smile that tugged on her lips. Cash’s eyes were closed, his frantic pulse ticking in the hollow of his throat.
“Feel better?” she asked, amused.
To her irritation, his eyes snapped open to reveal not the glaze of post-orgasmic bliss she’d expected, but a look of utter betrayal. “I can’t believe you took advantage of my heatstroke and seduced me.”
She lifted one eyebrow in defiance. “Really? You’re going to play the wounded virgin here?”
He didn’t seem to hear her. “Oh man. If Carson finds out his little sister gave me a blowjob…” Cash made a swift move to yank his shorts up.
Rolling her eyes, Jen intercepted his hand before he could cover himself up. “He won’t find out. Not unless we tell him. And we’re not going to tell him, are we, cowboy?”
“Never,” he confirmed miserably.
“Good.” She flashed him a cheeky smile. “Just like we’re not going to tell him how you fucked his little sister on the couch.”
Those gorgeous blue eyes narrowed. “I’m not going—” The words died when she hopped off the couch and whipped her tank top over her head.
A groan left his mouth, heavy with frustration and thick with lust.
“Oh yeah. This is happening, cowboy.” Grinning, Jen wiggled out of her shorts, then climbed on top of him wearing nothing but a skimpy black bra and matching bikini panties. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your days of being a prude are officially over.”
Chapter Six
A prude? Cash couldn’t wrap his brain around it. Here he was, trying to be honorable, trying to be a good friend, and the damn woman accused him of being a prude. Would a prude have come in her mouth the way he’d just done?
Christ, he was still kicking himself for that, but once she’d put her hands on him, his resolve had crumpled like a house of cards. He couldn’t remember ever coming that hard. His balls still tingled from that bone-melting climax, and now, with Jen straddling his lap, his dick hardened yet again, eager for another go.
You’ve already dug your grave, man.
Very true. Carson wouldn’t make a distinction between sex and a blowjob. Both would be equally unforgivable in the dude’s eyes.
So why was he still hesitating? He had a sexy woman in his lap, for fuck’s sake. A sexy woman who happened to be in her underwear. A sexy woman whose lips were swollen and moist from sucking him off. And her brother would kill Cash regardless, so why bother putting up a fight? Might as well take what he’d been dying to get his hands on for nearly a week now.
Meeting her challenge, he sat up straighter and leaned his back on the arm of the couch. “Lose the bra,” he ordered.
After the way she’d gone to town on his dick, he half expected an enthusiastic s
triptease, but what he got was a whole lot of hesitation. Jen’s straight white teeth sank into her bottom lip, her obvious distress digging a groove in her forehead.
He furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong?”
She opened her mouth and a shaky breath flew out. “I lied to you, Cash,” she said, looking miserable. “I talk a big game, but truth is, I don’t have much experience with sex. That stuff about my favorite position being missionary? It’s the only position I’ve ever tried. I haven’t even…” Embarrassment stained her cheeks pink. “I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. I can get myself off, but the guys I’ve slept with never made me come.”
“Never?” he echoed in surprise.
“Never.” Her cheeks turned redder. “At first I tried telling them what I needed, how to touch me the way I like, but I think they felt insulted. Eventually I started faking it so I wouldn’t hurt their feelings.”
She looked so distraught that Cash experienced a burst of unexpected tenderness. He drew her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, breathing in the sweet, feminine scent of her. Lord, he should’ve seen through all her bold flirting and seduction attempts, but she’d gotten him so twisted up in knots of lust that he hadn’t paid attention.
He suddenly wanted to throttle the losers she’d slept with in the past. Why hadn’t they taken the time to bring her pleasure? To discover what made her cry out in passion, what made her moan in desperation, what made her shiver with anticipation?
Whatever reluctance he’d been feeling about this encounter dissipated like a cloud of smoke. No way would he leave this woman wanting. Her inexperience had definitely shone through during that blowjob, but she’d sent him careening over the edge with those exploratory licks and uncertain pumps. She deserved to experience that same kind of mind-blowing pleasure.
“Cash? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” he said gruffly. “I don’t want to stop.”
She looked surprised. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m not…you know, an accomplished sexpert? You don’t wish I’m a porn star or something?”
He chuckled. “I don’t want to fuck a porn star, sweetheart. I want to fuck you.” When her eyes widened, he suppressed a curse and wished he’d kept his mouth shut. His blunt nature had gotten him into trouble with women in the past. “Ah, sorry. I should probably watch my language.”
“No, don’t,” she blurted out.
He arched a brow.
“I like it,” Jen confessed. “It’s a huge turn-on.” Her lips quirked in a smile. “I don’t know why you think you can’t talk to women. You do a pretty good job of it.”
He traced the curve of her jaw with a lazy finger. “Dirty talk doesn’t count as real talking.”
“Sure it does.”
“Whatever you say.” His fingers moved to her collarbone, drawing circles over her silky skin. “Now why don’t we stop talking so I can get started on the making you feel good part. So…lose the bra.”
Her breath hitched. Then, without a word, she flicked the front clasp of her black bra. The lacy cups popped open, revealing a pair of perky breasts tipped by pale pink nipples. Oh yeah. Cash licked his suddenly dry lips, then cupped those spectacular mounds with his palms and swept his thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden beneath his touch.
He toyed with the rigid buds, studying Jen to gauge her response. Her face was awash with pleasure, her pulse hammering in her throat. Happy with what he saw, he leaned forward and kissed the swell of each breast, then closed his lips over one distended nipple. He sucked gently, flicking his tongue over that velvety soft bud.
Jen’s moan rippled through her body and vibrated against his mouth. He peered up, a satisfied male noise rumbling out of his chest when he glimpsed the sheer rapture on her face.
“You like this?” he murmured before turning his attention to her other nipple.
“Uh-huh.”
He alternated between fleeting licks and deep pulls, kissing and sucking until Jen started making sexy whimpering sounds and grinding her lower body against his in an agitated rhythm. The heat of her pussy scorched his thighs, sent a bolt of lust to his thickening cock.
“I need to touch you,” he said, rubbing his cheek on the underside of her breast.
She choked out a laugh. “You are touching me.”
“It’s not enough. I need to touch…every fucking inch of you.”
With a growl, he flipped her on her back and latched his mouth to hers, kissing her roughly.
His hands took on a life of their own, exploring the soft female body sprawled beneath his. He skimmed his fingertips over her flat belly. Stroked the baby-fine skin of her inner thighs. Squeezed her luscious ass. And while his hands played and roamed, he used his mouth to tend to the places his fingers were too impatient to reach, like the graceful arch of her neck, which he nuzzled and kissed. The spot right beneath her ear, which he nipped at with his teeth. The sweet crease between her breasts, which he lapped his tongue over.
Jen shifted restlessly beneath him, her arms coming around his shoulders, her short fingernails gouging into his skin. “I want to come,” she said desperately. “Make me come, Cash.”
His pulse roared in his ears, his cock so stiff he was actually in pain. Breathing hard, he moved off the couch and got on his knees, digging his fingers into her thighs. “Spread for me, sweetheart.”
She spread, and he almost came from the sight of her bare sex. Her pussy was as perfect as the rest of her, pink and smooth and glistening with excitement. His mouth went parched. His heart thumped a wild beat in his chest.
He needed to taste her. Now.
With a groan, he parted her legs farther apart and buried his head in that tempting paradise, licking from the top of her sex down to her wet opening. The sweet, tangy taste of her coated his tongue and he lapped her up like a cat, every muscle in his body coiled tight from raw, unadulterated lust. He nibbled on her slick folds, tickling her slit with the tip of his tongue, kissing and sampling but making a pointed effort to avoid the swollen bud begging for his attention.
“Stop teasing,” she squeezed out.
“No,” he muttered.
His tongue danced down to her core again, jabbing inside with sharp strokes. Jen’s hips bucked, a wild cry leaving her mouth.
Fighting a smile, he continued to fuck her with his tongue. His fingers circled both her ankles so he could lift her legs up to his shoulders and bring that pussy closer to his face. Her anxious moans egged him on, heightened his own arousal and summoned a growl of satisfaction.
“Oh, God. Cash. Please. Please.”
The throaty begging nearly did him in, but he willed away the impending release and distracted himself by plunging his tongue into her again. When her pleads turned into nonsensical muttering and tortured whimpers, he finally gave her what she wanted.
The second his mouth suctioned around her clit, she orgasmed in a loud, hot rush, thrashing on the sofa and grabbing his head to keep his mouth glued to her sex.
Cash rode out the release with her, licking and sucking until her clit stopped pulsing against his tongue and her body went as limp as a rag doll.
Chuckling, he lifted his head and studied Jen’s face, damn pleased with what he saw. Flushed cheeks, glazed eyes—a woman who’d just been thoroughly satisfied.
His erection demanded that same satisfaction. Staggering to his feet, Cash peeled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the hardwood floor.
When Jen started to sit up, he fixed her with a stern look and said, “Don’t move.”
He darted into the hall, grabbed a condom from the drawer in the bathroom and hightailed it back to the living room like a man possessed. Jen was still sprawled on the couch, her blue eyes dazed, her breasts red and splotchy from his gentle assault. His fingers had even left red marks on her thighs, which would’ve made him feel guilty if not for the way she spread those thighs the second he approached.
She eyed him with unabashed passion. “Get in me. Now.” r />
“Well, aren’t you bossy.” He taunted her by gripping his condom-covered erection and giving it a lazy stroke, ignoring the deep ache of anticipation in his balls. “Maybe I don’t want to do that yet. Maybe I want to stand here and look at you for a while.”
Her eyes went as wide as saucers as he stroked himself, but she must have seen the need burning on his face, must have heard his labored breathing, because she gave a soft laugh and taunted him right back. “Liar. You’re dying to be inside me.”
No point in denying it. “Busted,” he agreed wryly.
And then he launched himself at her and slid his cock into her with one smooth glide.
She gasped.
He cursed.
Jesus, she was as tight as a glove, her inner muscles clamping around his dick as if to trap him there. And he didn’t mind one damn bit.
Sweat beaded on his skin as he began to move. Slow, languid, trying to prolong the pleasure. The sofa dipped under their weight. The air in the living room grew hot, a thick sexual fog that made it difficult to breathe.
Cash placed a palm flat on either side of her, his biceps flexing and straining as he tried to control the pace. A sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead. Christ. He wanted to go faster. He wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her, to hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh, to feel the couch cushions bounce as he drove them both over the edge.
“Stop,” Jen burst out.
He froze. Started to pull out, but she dug her fingers into his ass to keep him in place.
“Stop reining it in,” she clarified with a frazzled look in her eyes. “I won’t break, cowboy. So stop with the slow and gentle routine and do what I know you want to do to me.”
He hissed out a breath. “What I want to do is fuck you like a goddamn animal.”
“Good. Great. Now do it.”
The last thread of restraint snapped inside him like a rubber band.
No finesse, no controlled movements. All he heard was their ragged breathing, the rhythmic squeaking of the couch springs, the deafening roar of his pulse. He fucked her hard. Deep, steady strokes that soon became shallow and erratic. It didn’t take long before Jen’s body arched beneath his, before she was moaning again, begging for more. Cash angled his hips in order to stimulate her clit with each stroke, and when her pussy spasmed around him and she started to climax, he let himself go. A zing of pleasure set fire to his balls and unleashed an orgasm that shot up his shaft, sizzled his spine, and made him forget his name.