The Ex Factor - Erin McCarthy Page 0,45

to invite further contact. His hands dropped down on to her shoulders and he gripped her firmly. “You guessed right if this keeps going in this direction.”

“It will.” She wasn’t the kind of woman who hated taking a man into her mouth. In fact, with Chance, she’d always enjoyed it because he was so appreciative. It had always made her feel powerful, sexy. Like she had him by the balls, so to speak. It turned her on to turn him on. So she lifted him out of his briefs, gripping his shaft firmly in the palm of her hand.

First she lightly stroked up and down from base to tip, pausing to squeeze at the cusp of his balls, before returning to the top. After a few returns, she bent her head and took him into her mouth, following the motion of her hand with her open lips. The grip on her shoulders tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh, and he gave a sharp inhalation of breath. The only disappointment she had in giving him oral pleasure was she could never see his face. But she could feel his arousal increase with every stroke, her rhythm picking up. His hands shifted to her head, aiding her in guiding her mouth down onto his length. After a few seconds, his gentle grip turned in to a hard twisting of his fingers in her hair, slamming her down onto him.

It didn’t take long for Chance to push her away then, his breathing hard. She wiped her mouth and looked up at him, triumphant. There was no denying she had him on the edge and she loved that.

He was staring down at her with stormy eyes. “You certainly have a way with your mouth, JoJo.”

“It’s why I became a singer.” She rocked back on to her heels and ran her fingers through her hair so it would draw his attention to her chest. “I have perfect pitch.”

“That you do.” He bent over and closed his mouth over her nipple, right through her bra.

She gasped at the unexpected contact. It always amazed her that the simple act of his mouth on her nipple could draw arousal out from the deepest reaches of her body. Chance raised his head and flipped both cups of her bra down, exposing two thirds of her breasts.

“These should be illegal,” he murmured. “All natural. It’s fucking amazing.”

“You should show me how you feel, not tell me.” She supposed she’d brought it on herself taking her sweet time dragging his zipper down, but dang, she wanted to feel his mouth on her bare skin.

Shifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, sinking back on to the bed. He was still standing, but now he leaned over her, surrounding her with his masculine musky cologne scent and strong embrace. First he kissed her. It was a slow, teasing touch, his lips against hers, taking possession of her. She sighed. It was then he flicked his tongue over her bottom lip then slipped inside to taste her.

It was so familiar, kissing Chance, yet something was different. It wasn’t as urgent. It wasn’t a kiss that said they were going anywhere. Nothing was at stake. It was just a kiss for the sake of a kiss. Because it felt good. Because they had chemistry and could enjoy each other. It was the most liberating kiss she’d ever experienced in her entire life.

It wasn’t a first kiss, or a last kiss, or a kiss that said they were falling in love, or the kiss that was desperate or clinging, or a kiss of forgiveness, apology, guilt. It was just pure, unadulterated pleasure. Now she wrapped her arms around his neck to match the way her legs encircled him. She wanted closer. She wanted to meld her body to his, to connect head to toe in that beautiful submersion into ecstasy. Oblivion.

“You taste like honey,” he murmured, pulling back to brush his lips over her neck. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know.” She closed her eyes and relaxed back against the bed as he moved down, down, down. When his kisses landed on the swell of her breast, she gave a sigh of approval. He could keep doing that. She was on board with it.

Especially when his tongue flicked over her nipple. Suddenly it seemed like Chance was everywhere. His hand had wandered between her thighs and he was cupping her sex. His mouth was doing insanely creative things to her nipples and breasts,