Inked Persuasion (Montgomery Ink Fort Collins #1) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,58

in front of me.

“My turn first,” she said and then licked the tip of my cock.

“I’m pretty sure you just came on my hand, so I was first,” I said before I licked my fingers, meeting her gaze. “But you’re always welcome to try and make it up to me.” I tangled my free hand in her hair and pulled. Her lips parted, her eyes going wide.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” I asked, my voice a growl.

She swallowed hard before leaning forward, both hands on my hips, and swallowed me whole. She gagged slightly, and I pulled away before she hollowed her throat again and moved. I moved my hips with her, and we found a rhythm, her mouth warm and inviting and oh so good. I was about to come already.

But I didn’t want to come down her throat. No, I needed to be inside her. Which was probably wrong of me, especially when I should push her away in everything that mattered. But that wasn’t going to happen right now.

Instead, I pumped in and out of her mouth, her lips swollen around my dick. When I started to feel myself falling over the edge, I pulled away and tugged her up so I could kiss her hard again.

“Jacob, I want you to come,” she whispered.

“I will, but it’s my turn again,” I said and then pulled her down to the floor, the soft bathmat under my shoulders. She fell on top of me before moving so she could rub her wetness over my dick.

I kissed her again, playing with her nipples, then slid my hand between us, grasping the base of my dick.

“You ready?” I asked.

She nodded, and then I cursed.

“Crap, condom.”

She reached for the drawer nearest to her and pulled out the box of condoms she knew I stored there. I wasn’t sure I liked that she knew so much about my house and where things were... Or the fact that I knew how she liked her coffee or where she stored stuff in her kitchen. But these were just condoms. This was only sex. She was making things easier for us by having things in reach. It wasn’t changing things. This couldn’t be serious.

She slid the condom down my length and then straddled me again. I gripped her hips, met her gaze, and then she slammed home on top of me.

We both groaned, and she leaned forward. Since her breasts were right there, I licked one nipple and then the other before moving my hips, fucking her as she met me thrust for thrust.

When I needed a better angle, needed more, I turned us over so she was on her back, one knee near her ear. I slid into her again, pounding, thrust after thrust. I kissed her hard, her nails scraping down my back. When she clamped around my cock, coming again, I came with her.

We both shook, and I lowered her leg and then twisted so she was on top of me, no longer bruised into the floor. I knew I didn’t actually leave marks on her, but that’s what it felt like just then. As if both of us had moved too fast, gone too far. Maybe that was just what my subconscious thought.

Because this was becoming routine. This wasn’t just sex. She knew things about me, and I was getting to know her more than I ever thought possible. And it scared me.

“Wow,” she said before leaning on one arm and looking down at me.

“I guess we didn’t quite make it to the shower.”

She laughed. “We rarely make it to a bed, Jacob.”

“Isn’t that the truth? One day, we’ll make it to a bed. Maybe.” Perhaps a bed was too normal, too serious? Or, once again, I was overthinking things.

“Anyway…” she said, her voice trailing off. She met my gaze, and something flashed behind her eyes. Something I couldn’t read. She looked vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen before. She moved off me carefully, and I rolled away to dispose of the condom. She swallowed hard and covered herself slightly as she bent to pick up her clothes. “I should get home. As you said, I have an early day tomorrow, and it’s just easier if I’m home. You know?”

She was putting distance between us. I needed that, too, but there was something in her tone I couldn’t read. Why? Because you don’t want to, I reminded myself. I couldn’t. If I read her as much as part of