Dirty Work - Regina Kyle Page 0,51
getting naked. Well, one of the reasons.
“Later.” He shoulders his way through the door into the hallway. “Why get clean when we’re just going to get dirty again?”
He’s got a point, so I don’t argue. Besides, I kind of like him all hot and sweaty. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and sniff, then lick. It’s like I’m back at Coney Island. He tastes and smells of salt water, fried clams and Italian ice.
I press my lips to his jaw.
Delicious.
It takes only a few steps for him to reach the master bedroom. His man cave. The one room I haven’t set foot in since I started staying here.
Until now.
It’s not like he’s got a lock on the door. Or a No Girls Allowed sign. I’ve just never had a reason to go in there. He keeps the door closed, and we’ve been using my room for sexy times. Whether that’s out of habit or something deeper on Jake’s part, I don’t know. I’ve tried not overthink it and live in the moment.
Just like I’m trying to live in this moment and not attach too much significance to our change of venue.
Fortunately, I don’t have time to dwell on it too much because we’ve crossed the threshold into the inner sanctum. Jake lays me down on the California king that dominates the room and stretches out beside me. I expect him to get right down to business, but he surprises me yet again, propping himself up on one elbow and staring at me with a reverence in his eyes that makes my heart flutter and my stomach flip.
This isn’t about sex anymore. If it ever was. This thing between us—this connection—is more than physical.
It’s new. And exciting. And more than a little bit scary. No man has made me feel this strange combination of exhilarated and anxious. Not even dickweed Dale. And I wasted three years of my life with him.
Well, I’m done with that shit. Life’s too short. I’m not wasting another second.
I slide down his body, positioning my head between his legs. His thick erection stares me in the face, and I swear I’m practically salivating.
“No.” Jake winds his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. “I won’t last long if you do that. You know how I love it when you use that naughty tongue stud of yours on my cock.”
Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m doing this. And I’m not taking no for an answer. Jake’s made me feel so good in so many different ways today. Giving up his phone. Taking me to Coney Island. I mean, is there anywhere on earth that screams fun more than a freaking amusement park? Now it’s my turn to do something for him.
And a little bit for me, too, if I’m being honest. Giving my man head isn’t exactly a chore.
My. Man. I know it’s fast, but that’s what he is. In my mind, in my heart and in my soul.
“I know you love it,” I say, my mouth hovering over him. “That’s why I’m doing it. You might as well just lie back and enjoy it.”
I curl my fingers around the base of his shaft, and he hisses.
“Fuck, Nightingale.”
His hands leave my hair and fist in the comforter. I’ve won this battle. Not that he put up much of a fight. My lips haven’t even touched his dick, and he’s so turned on he’s already wet with precum.
For that matter, so am I. My pussy’s dripping just from thinking about what’s coming next.
And who’s coming next.
I bring my lips to his tip and lick away some of the moisture. It’s thick and sweet and slightly salty.
I lick again.
“Oh, yeah,” he moans. “That’s it. Tease me. Drive me crazy with your wicked tongue and that fucking stud.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I flick my tongue up and down his length, like I’m licking an ice cream cone. Savoring every inch of him. With each flick, my stud brushes his hard, hot flesh.
He shudders and lets his knees fall open, making more room for me. I move in closer and take him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sucking him in.
“Holy fuck.” Jake’s knuckles are white, that’s how tightly he’s gripping the comforter. “That feels incredible.”
His admission spurs me on. I bob faster, swirling my tongue around him, making sure he can feel the stud he loves so much. The hand circling the base of his cock moves