Worth the Risk: A Contemporary Romance Bundle, page 46
Her own hand slipped between her legs to caress her still-aroused clit. She didn’t stroke herself, afraid she’d send herself into another orgasm, but the light touch kept her close to the edge. She moved her hips against the cup of her palm, teasing herself as she teased him.
At last, she took pity on him. She didn’t bother with teasing anymore, simply lowered her mouth on his cock all the way to its root. Her lips enclosed him. She relaxed her throat to take him in all the way, and his low oath of surprise was worth the effort.
Jack’s cock nudged the back of her throat and she slid out, adding a little extra suction at the tip. Josie had never been fond of monstrous cocks with veins and ugly purple heads. Jack’s penis was as lovely and perfect as the rest of his body—large, but not grotesque. She slid her mouth again along his entire length, her saliva leaving a glistening trail.
She added the use of her hand at the base of his erection. She sucked and stroked in tandem. Josie moved between Jack’s legs to give herself better access to his balls, which she stroked with her other hand. She stroked her thumb down the small ridge of flesh on the underside of his testicles, then found the smooth spot at the base of his scrotum. She pressed gently, in counterpoint to sliding him in and out of her mouth. As she did, he surged beneath her and bucked so fiercely she lost her grip.
“Josie!”
For a moment, she thought she’d hurt him. Then she realized, by the way his balls tightened and his cock lengthened, that she’d aroused him instead.
“Nobody,” he managed to say. “Damn. Nobody ever…”
“Poor Jack,” Josie murmured. She swirled her tongue on only the head of his penis. “You’ve been wasting your time with the wrong girls.”
The ocean-like taste of his pre-come slipped on her tongue. Her belly clenched at the sweetness. Josie rubbed her thighs together as she continued sucking him, building her own tension.
“You have to stop.”
She paused to shake her head. “No.”
“Please, Josie. I want to make love to you.”
Josie looked up at him. His eyes glittered in the light from the street lamp outside the bedroom window. He licked his lips, no sign of teasing on his face.
“I’m going to come,” Jack said. “It’s been too long. You feel too good.”
She stroked his balls again, and his cock twitched under her palm. She thought of how they’d danced, and how good that first orgasm had felt, after so long without one. They’d have time to make love together later. For now, this was her gift to him.
She stroked again with both hands. Jack said nothing, maybe unable to speak. He’d raised both hands to grab the pillow behind his head, and now his forearm shadowed his face again.
Without a second thought, Josie bent and slid him into her mouth again. This time, she moved faster, sucked harder, until he thrust urgently into her mouth.
His cock swelled impossibly huge, nearly enough to choke her. Josie pressed her thumb again to the sweet spot, felt the answering throb deep inside him, and Jack came.
He’d reached down to hold her head, and now his fingers clutched so hard in her hair she almost cried out. He thrust upward and she took him in as far as she could. The taste of him so aroused her that her clit pulsed in a mini-climax that had her not-quite-coming.
As if he realized he was pulling her hair hard enough to hurt, Jack untangled his fingers. “Oh, my God.”
Josie couldn’t help it. She laughed. She’d never laughed in bed before, not with a lover, anyway, but it felt so good to do so she laughed even harder. She kissed Jack’s semi-erect penis through her giggles, then crawled up the bed to lie beside him.
He rolled onto his side to look at her. “You laughing at me?”
She touched his mouth. “Not at you, baby. With you.”
She’d called him baby. Heat crept up her throat to paint her cheeks. Jack grinned widely.
“Baby?”
Josie ducked her head and pushed at his chest. “Shut up…”
“Baby?” Jack asked again. His fingers found the ticklish spot just under her ribs, and she writhed beneath his touch. “Josephine Levine, you called me baby.”
“Shut up!” Josie managed to gasp from between her giggles, as he tickled her some more.
Jack rolled on top of her and pinned her arms above her head. “I like it.”
Then he was kissing her again, and her laughter turned to a moan of pleasure.
For such a large man, he should have crushed her into the bed. Josie didn’t mind Jack’s weight on her at all. She parted her legs, and her slickness rubbed his lower stomach. Her clitoris rubbed on his skin. Jack let go of one of her hands and slipped his hand beneath her rear to press her harder against him.
He kissed her without stopping, but she had no trouble breathing. He breathed in, and she breathed out. Like snorkeling, like dreaming, like flying. How could she have ever breathed without Jack beside her to help her along?
“Josie….”
Somehow, she managed to speak. “Yeah?”
“I’m…I don’t…have anything.”
Josie hesitated, pushing him back gently so she could look at his face. “You mean a condom?”
“I don’t have one of those, either. But I mean, I’m clean. Everything tested out okay. And it’s been a year.” Jack brushed his mouth against hers. “Just wanted you to know.”
Josie had condoms in her night stand, of course. She was on the pill but wouldn’t fuck without another form of protection, at least not with someone else. But this was Jack, and if he told her he was safe, she believed him.
“I’m good too,” she whispered against his mouth. “After the breakup, I got a full screen.”
She always did, which Jack would’ve known. She pulled away again to look into his eyes. He lifted her, urging her to move her hips in small circles that pressed her clit against him. With a move she wouldn’t have believed if she hadn’t felt it, he lifted his hips just enough to bring his returning erection against her center. Jack met her languid thrusts and rubbed his cock along her folds. Not in her, just on her, coating his shaft with her wetness until he slid along her without friction. His balls pressed lightly against her with every thrust.
She wanted him inside her. She didn’t think she could stand it if he didn’t slide into her, now, hard. Jack wasn’t done teasing her though. Still capturing her mouth with his, he stroked against her until she shuddered on the edge of orgasm.
Jack lifted her chin with his finger so she had to meet his eyes. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Yes. I’m more sure about this than I’ve been about anything.”
Jack pulled her to him for another kiss. His arm went around her back, his hand cupped her head, and he lowered her gently to the pillow. He covered her body with his. The heat of his erection pushed at her opening, and Josie lifted her hips to help him in.
He pushed himself into her all the way. He stretched her, filled her. Completed her. Jack kissed her as he moved, slowly at first, then into a steady rhythm that had her lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. Everything about being with Jack just felt right.
He rolled slowly to one side, pulling her with him until she was on top. She rocked against him, loving the way her clit rubbed his hard stomach as he thrust inside her. The position gave her the freedom to control the movements. She rose on her knees and put one hand on each side of his head. Now she could bend to kiss him, while moving herself along his entire length.
Jack ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass. He didn’t force the pace, but let her go as fast or slow as she wanted. He arched upward, into her, as she slid down then let hips roll back when she lifted up. They moved in perfect tandem, just like when they danced.
“It might take me a while,” he confided, as she moved her hips in a circular motion.
Josie grinned and sank down on him completely, holding him inside her warmth. “You have someplace you have to be?”
Jack shook his head. “Hell, no.”
“Me neither. We have all night.” Josie sat up straight and braced herself on her heels next to Jack’s thighs.
“Josie, you can’t last all night,” Jack teased. He slipped one hand from her ass to press his thumb against her clitoris. “I’m going to get you off in about another minute.”
Josie’s only reply was a soft sigh. She let her head fall back, reeling with the sensation of his thumb pressing in counterpoint to her long, slow strokes. He was probably right, but did she care? She felt like she could come a hundred times tonight. Set some sort of world record.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, bringing her back to reality.
“About you,” Josie said, and leaned to kiss him fully. “About how glad I am I have you.”
Jack put his hands to her waist and stopped her from moving. She looked at him curiously as he pulled her off his cock and pushed her gently to the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he told her.
The words sent a bolt of fire shooting through her. She did as he told her. The pillow was soft beneath her cheek, and she clutched it.
Behind her, Jack put one hand to his cock and guided himself into the entrance she offered. At this angle, he filled her so deeply she didn’t think she’d be able to stand it. He waited for her to move against him, and when she did, he set up a steady pace that had her gasping in minutes.
She was so close to the edge, but still not quite there. She needed some more direct stimulation on her clit, but Jack seemed determined to tease her. Josie pushed back against him, letting him fill her. She’d never come in this position before, usually because it didn’t provide the kind of pressure she needed on her clit.
Now she concentrated on the feeling of him sliding into her. The way he gave his cock a little twist with each thrust. The way he gave a series of short, swift strokes followed by a pattern of deep, slow thrusts. His cock swelled within her, stretching her further.
Her clitoris ached to be touched. Josie arched her back to push herself onto Jack harder. With every thrust, her clit throbbed harder and she got closer to coming, but it wasn’t…quite…enough…
Then Jack did it. He slipped one hand around to put his first two fingers directly on her swollen clit. Josie cried out and shuddered. She was so wet his fingers slid over and around her engorged clit like he’d covered them in oil. She clutched the pillow harder and pushed herself up on her hands.
Jack took her clit between his thumb and finger, and pinched gently. The sensation was so new and so unaccustomed it shocked her into an orgasm unlike any other she’d ever had. A fierce, sharp burst of pleasure jabbed her directly beneath his tweaking fingers, then built again into another, fiercer burst. She had no aftershocks, no rippling contractions, and no sense of the pleasure fading, as she usually did. Just one burst after another, like a series of fireworks.
“Jack!”
She shuddered and wriggled beneath him. He slipped out of her, and she cried in protest, even as his fingers still kept up their gentle pressure. Another burst of orgasm built and crested. He took his hand away and pushed her onto her back.
Jack slid into her again, to the hilt. She slipped her arms around his back to hold him closer then hooked her feet around his calves. He put his hands under her ass to tilt her further onto his cock. The angle opened her more and sent her spiraling into a final orgasm.
Waves of climax rolled over her. Her nipples tightened. She felt as though everything in her body, blood and air, was pulling inward, downward, into the tiny button of her clitoris. Tighter, tighter, drawing together like a fist clenching. She let out a low, small cry, and said his name over and over.
All at once, she opened like a flower beneath the springtime sun. Ecstasy shot from her center and radiated through her entire body. She rose, she flew, she fell apart, and came back together.
Josie lost her breath with the intensity of her climax. Stars sparkled in her vision. She gasped and writhed, and pulled Jack against her harder. He dipped his head to fasten his mouth where her neck met her shoulder. The sting of his bite sent another wave of pleasure rocketing through her. The aftershocks built until she came again, less intensely but no less pleasurably than the first.
He kissed the bite he’d made. His thrusts became faster and more ragged. His fingers gripped the softness of her buttocks and he pulled her against him tighter.
Josie, still flying, clutched his back and nuzzled his neck. Jack moaned. She replied with a small, encouraging noise of her own.
“Josie.” He panted her name, and the end of it trailed into another groan.
He shuddered. She felt him beat beside inside of her, rapidly, like the flutter of a moth on a windowpane. She held him tighter as he gave one final thrust and fully buried himself inside her.
They stayed without moving for a few long moments, until he rolled to her side. He pulled her close, so she pillowed her head on his chest. Josie put her hand over his heart, which slowly ceased its rampant thumping and returned to a normal pace.
There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it. She contented herself with silence and the sound of his heart in her ear. He stroked her hair and held her close.
“I thought you didn’t like redheads,” she said drowsily, as sleep began to overtake her.
“You should know me better than that. I love a redhead.” Jack toyed with a strand of her auburn hair, then squeezed her. He gave a low, throaty chuckle and another of his heart-stopping, thigh-spreading grins. “Baby.”
Opening the Door
Chapter 1
Josie woke to the sensation of something wet on her toes. Reflexively, she shot out her foot beneath the covers. It connected with something. Hard.
“Damn, Josie!”
Jack threw off the covers and appeared at the foot of the bed, rubbing his head. “What’re you doing?”
Josie giggled and reached for him. “Sorry, baby. You startled me.”
Jack grumbled, but let her kiss the spot she’d wounded before curling along her body and nestling his head in the curve of her shoulder. “I thought I’d surprise you.’
“You certainly did.”
Waking up with Jack was a pleasure Josie still couldn’t quite get used to. It had been seven months of bliss since they’d taken the leap from friendship to love, and there still wasn’t a day she didn’t look over at him sleeping beside her and send up gratitude.
Sunday morning. No place to go, nothing to do, a warm, comfortable bed and the man she loved beside her. She couldn’t ask for anything better than that. Josie let her eyes drift closed again as the rhythm of Jack’s breathing soothed her back to sleep.
In another moment, she felt his hand rest on the curve of her stomach. He bunched his fingers on the cotton of the oversize T-shirt she’d worn to bed and pulled the material up over her thighs. With the covers tangled around her ankles, the air was slightly chilly on her skin.
She mumbled a protest, but his kiss on her neck stopped her. She smiled, eyes still closed. He was going to surprise her again.
Jack rubbed small circles on her bare belly with the flat of his palm. His hand was so large it covered her nearly from side to side. His fingers skimmed the edge of her cotton bikini panties.
He slipped lower, over the soft cotton barrier, and cupped her. She shifted her thighs to give him better access. She didn’t open her eyes—the better to lose herself in the sensations he was giving her. His fingertip found the small bump of her clit and he began to stroke it in the same, slow circles he’d used on her stomach.
Josie sighed. Jack kissed her neck. His breath was hot on her skin. The tip of his tongue caressed her briefly before she felt the nip of his teeth.
The pattern of his strokes had her on the edge within a minute or two, but he didn’t get her off right then. He knew her too well for that. Jack liked to tease. He backed off, changed the rhythm, made the strokes longer and up and down instead of the steady circles he knew she adored. His hand slipped lower, further down the now-damp crotch of her panties. He pressed the heel of his hand against her and let his fingers play along the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Still, Josie feigned sleep. She knew Jack knew she was awake. It was just more fun to play this way, to see how long it would take before she couldn’t stop herself from moaning and reaching for him.
Up again went his hand, this time to dip below the elastic of her panties and slide through the curls beneath. His fingertip found her swollen clit, but he bypassed it to tickle her folds, and press her opening. He didn’t push his finger inside, though she waited in breathless anticipation. He smoothed his finger along her flesh. Taunting her.
Josie shifted again and opened herself more to his exploration. Jack didn’t take the hint. He kept up slow, gentle stroking, pausing every now and then to lightly touch her clit.
It was driving her crazy, and he knew it. Josie tilted her hips the next time he slipped down, and he gave her what she wanted. His finger slid inside her. First the tip, then the full length. His thumb found her clit and pressed in gentle counterpoint to the slow sliding of his finger.
Josie moaned. Jack had won the game. She didn’t care. Losing was actually more fun.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“Don’t you know by now?”
His deep chuckle against her neck made her nipples peak and her pussy contract. Josie put her hand on top of his head and let the scruff of his close-cropped hair scratch at her palm. He nestled his head into her shoulder and curled along her body. She opened her eyes and cocked her head to look at him.
“I know,” Jack said. “I just want to hear you say it.”
In all their years of friendship, Josie had never known of Jack’s fetish for explicit talk. They’d shared a lot of secrets, but until she became his lover, this was one he’d never told.
It still surprised her, how just her speaking could get him so hot. How the tone of her voice, her choice of words, could turn him on as much as her mouth or her hands. She’d never dreamed she’d find as much pleasure in talking as she did in making love, but there it was. Loving Jack had opened up a lot of new doors for her.
