gets me so hard. Hearing you say the word cock is like all my darkest fantasies come to life.”
Indeed? She had no idea she could affect him like this. She, Justine Greene. The boring sister. The one passed over by all the gentlemen at the balls and soirees.
Surprised and intrigued by her power over him, she sidled closer, crowding him this time. She slipped her hand onto his thigh and moved it higher, slowly, until she reached the bulge in his trousers. Jack froze, his gaze locked on her fingers, as she tentatively touched him through his clothing.
“Mon ange,” he wheezed. “You are killing me.”
“Not quite, if you are still able to manage complete sentences.”
“Throwing my words back at me, I see. Very well, if you want to play, I am more than happy to oblige you.” He turned to glance through the window. “We have several blocks still.”
She wanted him writhing in ecstasy, as she had been. And the carriage was dark. Intimate. She wasn’t certain she could be so bold in his bedroom. “What if I want to do more than play?”
“Meaning?”
She scraped her fingernails over his erection and his expression slackened in surprise as a moan escaped his mouth. He blinked and his lips twisted. “Oh, I see. So, that’s how it is. Angling to make me come, do-gooder?”
His tone, rough and authoritative and altogether new, had her sex throbbing from a rush of pure lust. The charmer was long gone; this was the man underneath the slick suits and fancy French. She imagined it was the voice he used when ordering his legion of followers to do his bidding. The tone should have irritated her . . . but it had the complete opposite effect. Every cell strained to get closer to him. “I do.”
“Then take it out.”
“I . . . What?”
Silent, he watched her carefully, and she suspected he was testing her. Pushing her to see if she’d follow. You are the smartest and bravest woman I’ve ever met. Indeed, she was, dash it.
And she wanted this. Desperately.
She reached for his trouser fastening but he put a hand on hers, stopping her. “Look at me, Justine.” She met his gaze, unsure what he was about. “I might tease you and push you,” he said. “But you do not have to do this. You may stop at any time.”
His consideration was thoughtful. Unnecessary, but thoughtful. She decided to tease him. “Are you saying you don’t want it?”
“Oh, I want it all right.” He moved his hands out of the way. “More than you can possibly imagine.”
Jack held his breath, anticipation crawling through him like a million tiny insects. Was she really going to suck his cock in this carriage? The idea of it was dizzying. Unbelievable. And highly fucking erotic.
Though she was clearly not a deft hand with men’s clothing, she got his trousers open and undergarment unbuttoned in minutes. He held his breath, nearly coming out of his skin with wanting. Then she wrapped her fingers around his length, her grip strong and sure. She bent and placed a chaste kiss on the tip, the touch featherlight. “How is it so hard and yet so soft at the same time?”
“One of its many tricks. Keep sucking and licking and you’ll soon see another of its tricks.”
She smiled seductively at him through her lashes. “I cannot wait.”
With the flat of her tongue she gave him a long lick. Sparks raced through his groin and he sucked in air. The sight of her mouth on him was almost enough to send him over the edge. “More.”
With a sweep of her tongue over the crown, she worked around the sensitive ridge then down the shaft itself. Wetting her lips, she slipped him inside her mouth. Tight heat enveloped him, and the back of his head smacked against the wood of the carriage. “Christ, you have no idea how amazing that feels.”
She hummed, the vibration sinking into his skin and down to his balls. Groaning, he gripped the edge of the carriage seat and resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth. Then she began to move, her head bobbing as she sucked him. God, he wished he could see her face, watch her lips stretch around his shaft. As it was, he could only see the top of her head and feel her mouth on him. She kept up a steady pace, using her tongue to hit that sweet spot on the underside. Fuck, he liked that.