A Little Bit Dirty - Jenika Snow Page 0,22
the booze, and the easy pussy.”
She didn’t know why he was saying these things right now, maybe as shock value, or maybe to try to get her to stop this. Or maybe he just wanted her to know everything about him, everything that she had missed all this time? But she wasn’t shocked, and wasn’t going to think about their pasts, not in that regard at least, and not when they were locked in this moment right now. Tanner had been with two other guys since leaving for college, but they hadn’t compared to what she shared with Jacks that night.
He took a step closer to her, and she lowered her gaze to his erection that was only held in place by the thin layer of dark material of his underwear. “I gorged myself in everything that was thrust in my face, but amidst all of that, I still thought about you, only you.” He didn’t move to touch her, but it felt like his gaze was his hands and running up and down her body. “I still wished I had you, and that you were the one that was right beside me through this fucked up world.” He was close enough that when he finally reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, he didn’t have to lean in to kiss her. But that soft, slow kiss started to become frantic, hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.
He had his hands on her breasts, clenching and unclenching the mounds through the material of her bra, and in the next instant he had that article of clothing pulled from her body. She felt the tug of the elastic and underwire on her flesh as he ripped it from her, and heard the sound of fabric rending.
Her jeans and panties were next to go, as was his underwear, and then they were pressed together naked, his cock hard on her belly, and the tip slickened with his pre-cum.
His hands on her breasts were almost painful as he squeezed and released her flesh, and then he slid those hands down her sides, moved one of them to cup her ass, and had the other one right over her pussy. A gasp left her when he speared his fingers through her soaked folds, and the gruff sound he made had her heart beating faster.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Tanner.” He murmured against her throat as he continued to move his fingers up and down. She didn’t know if he was aware of the low grunts he was making, or the fact that he was pushing his dick into her stomach, back and forth, harder with every passing second. But she wasn’t going to stop him, because feeling Jacks like this again had all sanity and common sense leaving her.
He teased her for several more seconds, rubbing her clit every time he stroked his fingers up her cleft, teasing her hole on every down stroke, and leaving her so thoroughly on edge that she was ready to beg him to fuck her.
He removed his hand, brought it up to his mouth, and spread her wetness that was clearly visible on his digits across his mouth. He spread them along the top, and then bottom lip, and before Tanner could say anything, or even make a sound of deep rooted need, Jacks was kissing her.
He made her taste herself on him, almost demanding she surrender as he gripped her hair behind her head and tugged at the strands. He hadn’t been like this all those years ago, or maybe he had and the alcohol had numbed what was right in front of her? Either way, she stroked his tongue with hers, moaned at the musky flavor of her wetness on his lips, and of the spicy taste that had always been a part of Jacks.
He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth and tongue down her neck, along her collarbone, and stopped when he was right above her breast. The small, hard, and hot pants of his breath bathed her flesh, caused her nipples to harden even further, and had her clenching her thighs together almost painfully.
“You’re making this worse.” She hadn’t meant to say anything out loud, but as soon as the words left her Jacks stopped and pulled back enough that he could see her.
“You want me to stop?”
Tanner licked her lips and shook her head. “No, but I’m dying here.”
He groaned deeply, but didn’t fuck her