Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,225

her lips slide across his cheek to his ear. “It’s all your fault I’m no longer pure.”

He lifted his hips upward. “Might as well make your trip to the mikveh worth it, huh?”

His mouth went to her throat and into the vee of her T-shirt. He continued to hold her wrists between them, pulling her forward with his other hand and rocking her crotch against his knuckles. Her clit swelled at the pressure of her denim jeans rubbing her there, and soon her breath had grown faster.

His next kiss landed on the mound of her breast, above the lace edge of her push-up bra. He nuzzled her shirt out of the way to find her flesh, kissing and caressing while she arched her back to push her breasts closer to his mouth.

The hand against her back moved lower to slide along her ass as he rocked her steadily against her pinned hands. Then he let go of her wrists, pulling her hands up to put them around his neck as he moved her directly on top of the erection straining his loose pajama bottoms. Then he put both hands on her ass and continued kissing her breasts, dipping down to find her nipples through her clothes and tease them with his lips.

“This was my first wet dream,” he mumbled against her skin.

She’d let her head loll back as he worked, but that made her sit up straight. “What?”

His low, deep chuckle went right to her clit, which pulsed. Hot liquid slicked her. “Seventh grade. We had Earth Science together.”

She gave a breathy cry as he ground her down on him. “Yeah, I remember.”

“In my first wet dream, we were in the lab, getting ready to weigh some rocks, or something, and I was sitting on those low black stools. You came over and straddled me, like you’re doing now. And I did this.”

He tugged her shirt upward, then off over her head. His mouth went to her exposed breasts, wetting the sheer fabric of her bra. Her nipples were tight, hard peaks that ached under his talented tongue. He pinched one between his lips, and she jerked with pleasure.

“And what did I do?” she managed to say.

“Pretty much what you’re doing now. You moaned and said my name.”

“Jack,” she obliged as he unclasped her bra and took her nipples directly between his lips.

“And when you did, it was like someone had shoved a cattle prod down my pants. I’d never felt anything like that. I woke up with my dick busting a hole in my pjs and stuff shooting out of it.”

The thought of it made her smile. “That’s a pretty sophisticated dream for a seventh grader.”

He pulled away from her breasts to smile up at her. “I guess I was mature for my age.”

“I guess so.” She thought. “My first sex dream was about Johnny Depp.”

He rolled his eyes. “That scrawny little punk?”

“It was the scissor-hands.” Josie laughed. “I dreamed he cut all my clothes off and then went down on me.”

“What?” Jack seemed genuinely shocked. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. That was the first time I ever had an orgasm in a dream.”

“In a dream,” he repeated. “You’d had one before that? How old were you?”

“Oh, sixteen, probably. And yes, of course.” She rocked a bit on his lap, pressing her center against him. “It was much easier fending off boys’ advances when I knew I could satisfy myself faster and better and more safely on my own.”

“And what about now?”

“Now,” she said, nipping his lower lip between hers, “I have you.”

He tugged the drawstring of her flannel sleep pants, then slipped his fingers inside. “Yes, you do.”

He rubbed her, holding her with one hand while the other performed magic. Her head fell back and she gripped his shoulders, moving her hips in time to his movements. In seconds she was on the edge.

Jack stopped long enough to push his pants down to his shins, then helped her with hers before settling her back on his lap. The back of the couch was soft on her knees. His cock filled her, her clit pressed against him, and his hands lifted her ass so he could thrust in and out of her.

He had her shuddering in under a minute, and when he nudged his thumb between them to caress her clit more firmly as she moved on his erection, Josie cried out. She gripped his shoulders and came, then came again a moment later. Two small orgasms that nevertheless left her breathless