Page 31 of Dirty Work

Jake

IT’SNOTLIKEme to say no to a beautiful woman. Especially one who’s in my lap, naked and begging me to fuck her.

But there’s a first time for everything. And this is that time.

“What’s your hurry, Nightingale?” I tease, planting an openmouthed kiss in the hollow at the base of Ainsley’s throat that makes her moan. “Somewhere else you need to be?”

“No, but there’s somewhere else I need you to be. Like inside me.”

She tries to wriggle her way down onto my cock, but I shift my weight so she winds up riding my thigh. It brings back images of her in my kitchen, grinding against me until she came, her cheeks flushed and her lips rounded into a perfect O. I’m half tempted to fuck taking it slow and give her what she wants. Like the last time she rode me.

Her eyes close and she lets out her breath on a long, low hiss that’s equal parts exasperation and entreaty, mirroring my own feelings. My dick is screaming for release. But my head—the other one—is telling me it’ll be even better if we take our time getting there.

Putting on the brakes with this woman might just be the end of me. But man, oh man, what a way to go.

“We’ve got all night,” I tell her, running my hand up her side, loving the feel of the curve of her hip, the dip at her waist, the swell of her breast. “And I fully intend to use every last second of it.”

There’s not a whole hell of a lot of talking after that, unless you count our indistinct moans and groans. I touch and taste her everywhere. Palm those tremendous tits. Nibble on her earlobes. Trail hungry kisses from her mouth, to her jaw, down her neck to her shoulder and lower.

She’s just as adventurous, exploring inch after inch of my body with her hands, lips, teeth and tongue. I was right about that naughty tongue stud. The way it feels when she flicks it against my nipples is everything I imagined and more. I’m dying to have it on my cock.

When she gets there, though, it’s not with her mouth but with her hand, reaching between us to encircle me. She slides her thumb through the bead of moisture gathered at the tip, and I jerk back, muttering a string of curse words.

Jesus.If my dick was screaming for release before, now it’s leading a goddamn please-let-me-come parade.

Through some feat of superhuman strength, I manage to ignore the ache in my groin and prolong the torture a few minutes longer. Only when we’re both clutching and grasping at each other like overeager teenagers, panting and past the point of no return, do I give in and push the hand on my cock aside, thrusting upward and burying myself in her sweet pussy.

“Yes.”

The one word—a single syllable, three letters, uttered on a sigh as she rests her forehead against mine—wrecks me. Then she wraps her arms around me—slowly, softly, even in the heat of passion remembering to be careful of my dislocated shoulder—and I’m not just wrecked. I’m fucking shattered.

I’ve been with women who were more—how do I put this?—sexually resourceful. Women who could bend and twist themselves into myriad positions. Even one woman who’d been on the United States Olympic gymnastics team. But none of their fancy moves or complicated contortions can compare to this. This small, simple, softhearted gesture that’s struck me like a lightning bolt to the soul.

I seat myself deeper inside her, and she rocks back against me with sexy, breathy little gasps. Christ, she’s so wet and hot and tight, her juices soaking my bare cock...

I freeze midthrust.

Shit. No condom.

The fact that I’m so far gone I neglected to wrap my willy speaks volumes. I’ve never not worn a condom before without first making sure my lady’s protected and we’re both clean. And when I say never, I’m not exaggerating. I mean never. As in not ever.

I feel like a total heel. Here Ainsley’s doing her best to look out for me, and I can’t even remember to suit up.

“We have to stop.” My one-armed grip on her loosens, but I don’t release her completely. If I do, she might wind up on the floor. “We—I mean, I forgot protection.”

“I’m on the pill,” she assures me. “And I’m clean.”

“Same here. That is, I’m clean, too,” I clarify.

“Then there’s no reason for us to stop, is there?” Her hands explore my back and move down to my ass, pulling me tight to her.

I still feel like a heel for forgetting the condom, but she has a point. No harm, no foul, right? Besides, there’s no way I can resist when she’s touching me like that.

So I don’t bother trying.

I start to move inside her again, hard and fast. The time for sweet and slow is long, long gone. She moans my name into the crook of my neck as her nails dig into my ass. When I snake my hand between us to thumb her clit, she goes off like a Fourth of July firecracker, bucking and writhing against me, her soft sex sounds building to a kind of high-pitched wailing that shouldn’t torque me up even more but somehow does.

Her release signals my cock that it’s okay to let go, and it does, in spades. I flood her until I’m empty, and we cling to each other sweaty, sated and spent.