Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,186

surged beneath her and bucked so fiercely she lost her grip.

“Josie!”

For a moment, she thought she’d hurt him. Then she realized, by the way his balls tightened and his cock lengthened, that she’d aroused him instead.

“Nobody,” he managed to say. “Damn. Nobody ever…”

“Poor Jack,” Josie murmured. She swirled her tongue on only the head of his penis. “You’ve been wasting your time with the wrong girls.”

The ocean-like taste of his pre-come slipped on her tongue. Her belly clenched at the sweetness. Josie rubbed her thighs together as she continued sucking him, building her own tension.

“You have to stop.”

She paused to shake her head. “No.”

“Please, Josie. I want to make love to you.”

Josie looked up at him. His eyes glittered in the light from the street lamp outside the bedroom window. He licked his lips, no sign of teasing on his face.

“I’m going to come,” Jack said. “It’s been too long. You feel too good.”

She stroked his balls again, and his cock twitched under her palm. She thought of how they’d danced, and how good that first orgasm had felt, after so long without one. They’d have time to make love together later. For now, this was her gift to him.

She stroked again with both hands. Jack said nothing, maybe unable to speak. He’d raised both hands to grab the pillow behind his head, and now his forearm shadowed his face again.

Without a second thought, Josie bent and slid him into her mouth again. This time, she moved faster, sucked harder, until he thrust urgently into her mouth.

His cock swelled impossibly huge, nearly enough to choke her. Josie pressed her thumb again to the sweet spot, felt the answering throb deep inside him, and Jack came.

He’d reached down to hold her head, and now his fingers clutched so hard in her hair she almost cried out. He thrust upward and she took him in as far as she could. The taste of him so aroused her that her clit pulsed in a mini-climax that had her not-quite-coming.

As if he realized he was pulling her hair hard enough to hurt, Jack untangled his fingers. “Oh, my God.”

Josie couldn’t help it. She laughed. She’d never laughed in bed before, not with a lover, anyway, but it felt so good to do so she laughed even harder. She kissed Jack’s semi-erect penis through her giggles, then crawled up the bed to lie beside him.

He rolled onto his side to look at her. “You laughing at me?”

She touched his mouth. “Not at you, baby. With you.”

She’d called him baby. Heat crept up her throat to paint her cheeks. Jack grinned widely.

“Baby?”

Josie ducked her head and pushed at his chest. “Shut up…”

“Baby?” Jack asked again. His fingers found the ticklish spot just under her ribs, and she writhed beneath his touch. “Josephine Levine, you called me baby.”

“Shut up!” Josie managed to gasp from between her giggles, as he tickled her some more.

Jack rolled on top of her and pinned her arms above her head. “I like it.”

Then he was kissing her again, and her laughter turned to a moan of pleasure.

For such a large man, he should have crushed her into the bed. Josie didn’t mind Jack’s weight on her at all. She parted her legs, and her slickness rubbed his lower stomach. Her clitoris rubbed on his skin. Jack let go of one of her hands and slipped his hand beneath her rear to press her harder against him.

He kissed her without stopping, but she had no trouble breathing. He breathed in, and she breathed out. Like snorkeling, like dreaming, like flying. How could she have ever breathed without Jack beside her to help her along?

“Josie….”

Somehow, she managed to speak. “Yeah?”

“I’m…I don’t…have anything.”

Josie hesitated, pushing him back gently so she could look at his face. “You mean a condom?”

“I don’t have one of those, either. But I mean, I’m clean. Everything tested out okay. And it’s been a year.” Jack brushed his mouth against hers. “Just wanted you to know.”

Josie had condoms in her night stand, of course. She was on the pill but wouldn’t fuck without another form of protection, at least not with someone else. But this was Jack, and if he told her he was safe, she believed him.

“I’m good too,” she whispered against his mouth. “After the breakup, I got a full screen.”

She always did, which Jack would’ve known. She pulled away again to look into his eyes. He lifted her, urging her to move her hips in small circles that