Page 71 of Kiss Marry Kill
“Hush,” she said, reading the instructions from the box with absolute concentration. “I watch cooking shows all the time.”
“Meg, the water’s boiling. You gotta dump the pasta in there,” he said pointing to the colander. “Not rocket science, sweetheart.”
She stuck her tongue out at him before opening the box and dumping the spaghetti inside the water and then turning to the other pot that was already spilling over with red sauce from a can. “Ah . . . I’m making a mess.”
“You sure you don’t want help?”
“I’m good, I’m good,” she said, turning the temperature down.
“I’ve never seen a worse cook in my life,” he said. “You are actually the best worst cook I’ve ever seen.”
“Ha ha. We have a cook. No one ever let me do this for myself.”
“Thank God. You’d poison your family.” She turned around and scowled at him. Still perched on the counter, he reached forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him. “You got a little sauce right here.” He pointed to her cheek.
“I do?” She reached for the dishrag but he stopped her, using his mouth to lick it off.
“Oh . . .”
“And a little here too.” He trailed his tongue down her cheek to her jaw, followed by her neck.
She pressed closer to him, his legs wrapping around her to pull her close, her head lifting to give him more access to her neck.
“You know what I said earlier? I want to do that now.” Her hand drifted down his body and she pressed a hand against his bulge.
“Won’t say no to that,” he said gruffly.
He unhooked his legs and spread them wider. She snuck her hand into his pants and took out his cock. He’d been expecting a hand job, like what he’d done for her last night. What he did not in any way expect was for Megan to stroke his cock once and then twice before moving down, opening her mouth, and sliding him in.
His head hit the cabinet behind him. “Oh, fuck! Don’t stop.”
She hummed her response, which he didn’t hear because all his blood had rushed to his cock with the vibration of her mouth. He couldn’t do a single thing except feel. Firmly and confidently, she gripped the base of his dick, moving it up and down as she swirled her tongue on the head, over and over, sucking and licking. Unrushed, she made it feel as if she was savoring the feel of him in her mouth, not like a task or a job, which made it all that much hotter.
When he couldn’t take it anymore she moved down the shaft, going as deep as she could without gagging. He wanted to warn her, stop her, but instead his hip bucked forward. He was unable to stop himself from coming deep in her throat, and, with the strong grip she had on him, he was certain she wouldn’t have stopped anyway.
“Jesus, Megan,” he said running a palm down his face. “I’m not even sure what to think about how good you are at that.”
She used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth clean. “Glad it was good.”
“Good?” He shook his head. Good wasn’t nearly adequate. “If we’re going for oral, then it’s my turn, baby.” With his pants hanging around his ankles he hopped down, turned her around, and set her on the counter. “Quid pro quo. You’ll learn that in law school,” he said, causing her to giggle. “Let’s see if I’m ‘good’ too.”
She yelped when he pushed her thighs apart and slid her shorts and panties down her legs. “You don’t have to. I didn’t do it for you to . . . Oh! Oh God . . .”
He loved that she was so vocal. She might have been shy about initiating, but once she got lost in the moment she was uninhibited, loud, and fun.
He didn’t give her a chance to talk as he parted her with his fingers and traced his tongue along her pussy, slowly, up and down. She raked her nails along his scalp, trying to grab hold of his hair but failing. Pressing his head forward, she bucked against him, moaning and yelling as he flicked his tongue on her clit, asserting as much pressure as he could. “I’m going to come, Jax. Oh God . . .”
He sucked hard, pushing a finger inside of her, which caused her to squeeze her legs tightly around his head. It was the most amazing sexual experience of his life, the way she came uninhibited and undone on his face.
Chapter 13
PRESENT DAY
God! The man certainly knew how to work his tongue.
“Of course I remember the first time you went down on me,” she moaned, arching her pussy against his face. “It was my first time.”
Stopping completely, he wiped his mouth on her thigh and moved back up her body. “What?”
