She shredded him.
Without even knowing it, she took him apart. He shifted forward a little to kiss her chest, between her breasts.
She held his head, bringing him to her body as they both just soaked each other in.
“I missed being on you too. I had plans for you at my house. You need to come over tomorrow.”
Thursdays were the one day he tended not to go in to work. He wanted to spend the day in his bedroom with her, and he wanted to punch Mick all over again for ruining that.
“Maybe.”
He heard the laughter in her response and he nipped her skin and then over to her ribs. She shifted, laughing until he’d rolled on top of her again.
“Yield.” He’d meant it to sound teasing but ended up feeling and sounding far more serious about it.
Yes, that’s what he wanted right then.
She looked up at him with those big, beautiful blue eyes. Waiting.
She stole his senses. He found himself opening up with her in ways he hadn’t planned. But she listened. It wasn’t like he’d been lonely before PJ. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know women looked at him. But PJ didn’t just check out the outside and appreciate it. PJ focused on all of him. Gave him her full attention, and it made him feel ten feet tall.
And he knew she’d think it was a small thing, but it was everything.
She rolled him over and scrambled atop his body. She kissed him, tasting with sweet kisses, followed by slow sips. It seemed impossible to be turned on and totally relaxed all at once, but there it was.
She kissed down his neck, over to each ear, and then paused at his nipples.
“I love that you’re so sensitive here. It makes me so hot to lick over the bars.” She did just that and they both moaned.
The flare of her hips as she shimmied down his body called to him, made his mouth water.
“More,” he growled, and she drew a deep breath as she got into place on her knees between his thighs. She scored her nails up the sensitive skin of his thighs and over his balls.
She held his gaze, but he couldn’t stop himself from moving from her eyes down to her hands on him, to her tits.
Dipping her head, she gave hot, openmouthed kisses to his hip bone and to his cock at long last.
She played with the piercing over and over until he was so hard he throbbed. And then she swallowed the head of his cock. One. Two. Three times and then all the way to the root and back up.
He cursed as that last move dragged him to the edge, since he had no plans to come just yet. He liked watching her suck him off. Liked the way it felt even more.
Asa had plans for PJ, and they included fucking her hard and fast while he held her hair in his fist.
He shivered. Yes, that needed to happen, and so he needed not to come just yet.
But that didn’t mean he was ready to end this. He watched down the line of his body as she took him into her mouth over and over. Her ass moved from side to side, her tattoo so pretty and sexy in the dim light of the room.
She pressed two fingertips against the space just behind his balls and he grunted, thrusting up into her mouth.
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
She hummed, her tongue on the bar so it vibrated through him, and he let himself get so very close he had to actually grab her by the shoulders and haul her off.
“Hey!”
“You’re only hotter when you pout. You know that, right? Your lips are swollen from my cock. You’re pouting because you want more. Jesus.”
He rolled off the bed and rustled in his pants to grab the condoms he’d brought.
“Feet on the floor, top part of your body on the bed. You know how I like it.”
She managed to get off the bed and then gave him a look over her shoulder that had him hurrying back her way.
He put the condoms just out of her reach, but in her view. So she’d know what he was planning. When he was ready.
But for right then, he had other things to do. He stepped to her, kissing his way across her back and down her spine, dropping to his knees.
She thrust her ass out and he nipped her cheek, right where it met her thigh.
“Hungry for it?”
“Yes!”
He licked his way up the inside of her thigh, spreading her stance wider with palms at her ankles. “I need you all wide open for me. I want all of you right here.”
She made an inarticulate sound into the mattress. Her muscles jumped as he nuzzled her open.
“Nervous?” He licked against her clit a few times.
“Less so now,” she said.
He smiled and went back to it. There was something about going down on a woman from this angle. Totally open and vulnerable, all that slick, sweet pussy where he could touch and taste. That she offered herself that way only made him want her more.
The burn of her blush was even hotter against the cool of her comforter where she’d buried her face.
It wasn’t like no one had ever gone down on her before. Hell, Asa had gone down on her before! But this… She’d never actually had it like this. Totally exposed to him.
He’d told her to trust him and she’d said she did. So she let go and enjoyed it. Let go and fell into how good it was, how he made her feel with those work-rough palms holding her thighs wide open.
He took what he wanted and she gave it to him. Loved it that he wanted her so much, and when she came she’d been so into it that she didn’t realize he’d stopped and was thrusting his cock into her until he reached the hilt.
“More. Please. Please.”
He gathered her hair and yanked, pulling her back as he leaned close. “I’m here.” He flexed his hips, getting so impossibly deep she made a sound she didn’t recognize.
“So hot. I can feel you through the latex.”
He snarled things in her ear. Dirty things. Sweet things. He fucked her with his words as easily and skillfully as he did with the cock inside her body.
He surrounded her, molding his body to hers; the sheer size of him held her, stole her breath.
She hadn’t really even stopped coming, and this time a rolling aftershock orgasm hit her.
He cursed. “Jesus. What’s going on, beautiful? Hm? I want to do it again because you feel so good.”
But she was caught in the feedback loop of it. Snagged in the sticky-sweet pleasure of that state, post–multiple orgasms, where everything he did felt amazing.
He sped, fucking her so deep and so hard that each time he slammed home she saw stars against the closed lids of her eyes.
He held her hair tight enough to sting. Everything in her wanted him to come. Wanted to make him feel so good he couldn’t do anything else but climax. Wanted to shake his control.
She squeezed her inner muscles and he slapped her ass hard enough to send that crack through the room and a flash of heat through her.
He growled and she pushed back at him. He sped again, harder and harder, her nipples abrading the comforter beneath her. She dug into the bedding for purchase but found none as he pinned her to the bed and came on a strangled whisper of her name.
“I yield,” she wheezed, and after a few seconds he remembered his order right before things went naked and sweaty, and laughed.
“Do you have a few minutes?” Asa came into the living room the following day. She’d tucked up on his couch, near the windows, to steal some time to read and enjoy the quiet.
“Dude, my vagina is not magic. If you want some, you have to pick a different place.”
He burst out laughing and then someone else walked into the room. Mick. Jesus.
“Thanks for letting me know someone was here.” She shot a look at Asa.
He put his hands out defensively. “I didn’t know you were going to say that!”
Annoyed, she rolled her eyes and latched her gaze on to Mick. “Why would I give you, or him, a few minutes?”
Asa made a sound. He tried not to, she’d give him that. But he made it anyway. Pissy that she’d be mad he essentially dumped his friend on her with no warning and now she’d said all that in his presence and he could use it to hurt her, again.