The apex of her thighs contracted—a swift tug of muscles. “But it was all in your head.” Using one hand to grip his length, she found his balls and massaged, her eyelids falling when his body jerked on a moan. “I want to give you the real thing.”
Back and forth, his head shook on her shoulder. “I’ll come too fast. You need me between your legs. The song…the video. I know you need fucking.”
Despite his denial, she could hear the lust coating his voice. He wanted inside her mouth. She was aching to give herself to him that way. There was no stopping this. Jasmine went down on her knees between his body and the wall, pushing away his halfhearted attempts to keep her standing. “You’ll give that to me later, won’t you?”
His eyes blazed, hands clenching in her hair. “Jesus, don’t tell me from your knees that you want me to fuck you later, Jas. I won’t last a minute.”
Had she ever felt this alive? This daring? She swirled her tongue around the slick, engorged tip. “But I do want that. So bad.”
Sarge’s groan rang in her ears. “Fuck this. Stand up so I can rip the panties I made wet right off your sex-kitten ass.”
Jasmine’s response was to glide her mouth halfway down his shaft, maintaining eye contact as she sucked her way back to the tip. Sarge fell forward, his lips parting on a silent shout of pleasure. His palms slapped onto the wall behind her, leaving him bent at the waist, legs spread shoulder width apart. As if the move were unconscious, but he wanted to get all of himself as close as possible, Sarge gathered his shirt in a fist and lifted, giving her a front-row seat to his flexing stomach.
“Baby, baby, that’s so good. Feels so good riding on your tongue. My stomach hurts already just knowing…knowing it’s you. Won’t last, goddammit…I can’t.”
His face was a mask of pleasure, eyes struggling to stay open but squeezing shut every few seconds when she sucked a little more of him. The taste of salt was already spreading on her tongue, evidence of his lust that couldn’t be contained. She lifted his heavy arousal toward his belly to lick the underside, turned on to see how tightly his balls were drawn up. Close, he was already so close, and having witnessed his unbelievable stamina last night, the obvious desire wrought by her mouth was a huge turn-on. Her heart was beating triple time in her chest, wetness rushing between her legs. Without conscious thought, she palmed the twin globes of hanging flesh and gloried in the sound of him releasing a string of curses.
“That’s it. That’s it. Feel me getting ready?” His thighs started to shake on either side of her face. “You…no. Jasmine, baby. You stop now. I’m…oh my God I’m going to lose it so hard. I’m thinking of fucking you. Fucking you. Fucking you. Get up. I can’t stop it.”
Greedy. She was greedy for Sarge. His shaft was so full inside her mouth, so stiff. His hands were punishing fists in her hair, made all the hotter because he likely wasn’t even aware how much they pulled. He was just a hungry male trying to get his mate’s mouth closer, tighter. When she felt his fullness jerk, heard Sarge’s voice choke off into rough pants, she reached around his hips to dig her fingernails into his ass, hard enough to leave marks, tugging him closer as he spent himself down her throat.
“Fuuuuuck.” His hips gave two uneven rolls. “It can’t…be this…good. Jesus.”
Jasmine lost her balance, partially because of Sarge moving against her mouth, but mostly because of the incessant rounds of heat blasting her. One after another, until she tipped to the side, felled by the power of his climax. She’d done that? Yeah…she’d done that.
“Up,” Sarge growled, gripping Jasmine’s elbows and hauling her into a standing position. And ohhh, what a knockout punch to have his giant, satisfied body towering above her, still semierect and dripping onto the ground. Her fingers twitched, desperate to dip inside her jeans and give pressure to her swollen clit. Time wasn’t allotted to her, however, because Sarge had other plans.
He turned Jasmine toward the wall and pressed forward, forcing her hands up to stabilize her. A breathless moment passed wherein she could feel him forming intentions with a sweep of his gaze. Jasmine found herself arching her back, offering her bottom up for his perusal. “Did you like that, mi rey?”
“What did you call me?” Sarge’s chest was flush with her back in a split second, his mouth messing up her hair, fingers fumbling with the zipper of her jeans. “Call me that again while my fingers are in your pussy.”
Fragments of light shot through Jasmine’s vision when Sarge’s touch delved into her panties and thrust home with two fingers. “Mi rey. Don’t stop, my king.”
“Fuck. Your king? I won’t stop, baby. You know I won’t.” His free hand dragged her jeans down, leaving the denim bunched beneath her backside. Working his fingers in and out of her already-clenching center, he kneaded her bottom hard, stroking in between light slaps. “Feel how sweet you are on both ends? Goddamn. Don’t even get me started on your mouth. My imagination wasn’t doing you justice.”
A rush began at the tops of her thighs, swirling higher, unnamed muscles beginning to spasm. “Almost, almost. Please keep going.”
He spanked her bottom harder than before. “You think I would let you pull those jeans back up over an unsatisfied pussy?” His teeth raked up and down the side of her neck, his voice dropping as he started to sing in a tone made of gravel. Just hearing the song he’d written for her sent Jasmine’s system into a tailspin. Oh God, she couldn’t breathe. “I need tending, never ending. Want that, need that, girl in blue,” he sang. His warm breath blew into Jasmine’s hair, and her neck lost its ability to function, letting her head drop forward. “Grip those hips…” Slap. “Up into you.”
Her core pulled tight, tight around his fingers. “Oh, oh…Sarge—”
Slap. “Once not enough.” His thumb dragged over her clit, back again, and she climaxed. “Flipped over…round two.”
Sarge caught Jasmine around the waist as her knees gave out. The sweating palms of her hands slid down the wall as she struggled to inhale. So much. So much. She could actually pinpoint the exact spot beneath her belly button that twisted, twisted, with such wicked precision, it blinded her in its perfection. Sarge was muttering husky words against the back of her neck, his body solid and reassuring behind her, keeping her anchored to reality. Although being in the darkness with a dynamic man wasn’t reality for her. Never had been. Might only stick around for a short while.
Could she just enjoy it while it lasted? Without questioning it?
She wanted to so bad. When would she get this chance again?
“You with me, Jas?”
“Yeah.” She managed a half smile as Sarge turned her around in his arms, those blue eyes analyzing her face like a hot, mussed-up mad scientist. “Yeah, I’m just…yeah.”
The corner of his mouth lifted, forming a dimple in his right cheek. “You like me singing to you, baby?”
Oh damn. Who was this sexy and adorable at the same time? Jasmine went ahead and let her knees give out again. Just so Sarge could catch her. Which he did, looking more than a little startled. It was a silly thing to do—and she didn’t care. It felt really freaking good.
“Jasmine.” His alarm eased when he saw her smile. “I’m not even going to ask because it got me holding you again.”
After a long moment of scary hesitation, Jasmine gave in to the urge to put her arms around his neck, inhale his scent. “Yeah, I like you singing to me.”
Sarge jerked her up against him so hard, her feet almost left the ground. “We have some time before that retirement party tonight.” A beat passed. “Hang out with me for a while?”