Page 44 of Dirty Work

This isn’t about sex anymore. If it ever was. This thing between us—this connection—is more than physical.

It’s new. And exciting. And more than a little bit scary. No man has made me feel this strange combination of exhilarated and anxious. Not even dickweed Dale. And I wasted three years of my life with him.

Well, I’m done with that shit. Life’s too short. I’m not wasting another second.

I slide down his body, positioning my head between his legs. His thick erection stares me in the face, and I swear I’m practically salivating.

“No.” Jake winds his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. “I won’t last long if you do that. You know how I love it when you use that naughty tongue stud of yours on my cock.”

Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m doing this. And I’m not taking no for an answer. Jake’s made me feel so good in so many different ways today. Giving up his phone. Taking me to Coney Island. I mean, is there anywhere on earth that screams fun more than a freaking amusement park? Now it’s my turn to do something for him.

And a little bit for me, too, if I’m being honest. Giving my man head isn’t exactly a chore.

My. Man.I know it’s fast, but that’s what he is. In my mind, in my heart and in my soul.

“I know you love it,” I say, my mouth hovering over him. “That’s why I’m doing it. You might as well just lie back and enjoy it.”

I curl my fingers around the base of his shaft, and he hisses.

“Fuck, Nightingale.”

His hands leave my hair and fist in the comforter. I’ve won this battle. Not that he put up much of a fight. My lips haven’t even touched his dick, and he’s so turned on he’s already wet with precum.

For that matter, so am I. My pussy’s dripping just from thinking about what’s coming next.

And who’s coming next.

I bring my lips to his tip and lick away some of the moisture. It’s thick and sweet and slightly salty.

I lick again.

“Oh, yeah,” he moans. “That’s it. Tease me. Drive me crazy with your wicked tongue and that fucking stud.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I flick my tongue up and down his length, like I’m licking an ice cream cone. Savoring every inch of him. With each flick, my stud brushes his hard, hot flesh.

He shudders and lets his knees fall open, making more room for me. I move in closer and take him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sucking him in.

“Holy fuck.” Jake’s knuckles are white, that’s how tightly he’s gripping the comforter. “That feels incredible.”

His admission spurs me on. I bob faster, swirling my tongue around him, making sure he can feel the stud he loves so much. The hand circling the base of his cock moves lower, to his balls. Cupping them. Squeezing them. Teasing them with my fingertips.

His hips jerk upward and he swears under his breath. “I wasn’t kidding about not lasting, Nightingale. I’m about to blow.”

He means it as a warning, a signal for me to pull off him. Instead, I double down, open wider and suck him in.

All. The. Way.

He’s balls-deep in my throat now, and I’m going down on him like a pro. He mutters incoherently as I flatten my tongue and make my lips tight so I can suck him harder, but every third word or so I catch a “yes,” “fuck” or “more.”

It’s only a few seconds before he comes hard. I stay with him until he’s done, swallowing every last drop. Then I give him one last, long, lingering lick and let go.

He drags a hand through his hair and makes a sound that’s somewhere between a sigh and a groan. “Have I told you how fucking fantastic you are at that?”

“Only after every blow job I’ve given you,” I say, laughing as I crawl back up his big, beautiful body. “But don’t stop. A girl can never get too many compliments.”

He pulls me in to him, hooking his leg over my hip and kissing my forehead. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again.”

I snuggle closer, my head burrowing into his chest. The soft, fine hair sprinkled across his pecs tickles my nose. “No rush.”