“I’d like it more if you wrapped your lips around my cock,” he ground out.
She did exactly that, her soft laughter vibrating along his shaft. Heat enveloped his cock, and his balls tightened as Jane’s hot, wet mouth moved over him. She sucked him as if her only goal in life was to bring him off, swirling her tongue over his tip then taking him so deep in her mouth he was practically down her throat. “Fuck. Yes,” he hissed out. “Just like that, baby.”
Jane was making sexy little sounds in the back of her throat as she sucked on his cock. She was loving it, and damn, so was he. The hot suction of her mouth felt like heaven, and when she cupped his balls with one hand and squeezed, not so gently, he nearly shot his load.
With a groan, he pried his dick out of her eager mouth, eliciting a disappointed pout from Jane’s sexy swollen lips. “I wasn’t done,” she complained.
He grabbed the condom he’d left on the end table and put it on. “I would’ve been, if you kept sucking me off like that.” He pushed her onto the mattress, so she was flat on her back, and climbed on top of her. “And I’d rather come inside you.”
Before she could reply, he slid his cock into her to the hilt. Jane let out a cry of delight, then wrapped her arms around him and stroked the sides of his arms. He winced as she made contact with his puckered bullet wound. She immediately dropped her hand, her blue eyes filling with concern. “Oh, God, are you okay? I keep forgetting you got shot!”
He smiled faintly. “I keep forgetting too. Whenever you’re around, all I seem able to do is this.” He pumped into her, emphasizing his point.
“We can stop. If your arm hurts, we should stop.”
“My arm doesn’t hurt.” He bent down and sank his teeth into her shoulder, then licked away the sting. “My cock, on the other hand, will hurt something fierce if I don’t come soon.”
Jane shoved her hands on the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. “Well, we can’t have that.” She swept her tongue over his bottom lip then bit it, sending a jolt of pleasure to his groin. “Come on, Beck, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Chuckling, he grabbed her hands and shoved them over her head, locking her wrists together. Then he thrust into her, hard, fast, meeting the seductive challenge she’d tossed out and making demands of his own. “You first,” he muttered as his hips pounded into her. “Come for me, Jane. I want to feel you coming all over my dick.”
She gasped from each sharp thrust, each dirty word. Her inner muscles kept squeezing his cock, her pussy so wet he could feel her juices sliding down to his testicles, soaking them. “Fuck, that’s it, Jane, I feel that pussy throbbing, you’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she choked out. She arched her back, taking him in deeper, and then another yes slipped from her mouth, this one thick with desire. Ecstasy flashed across her face as her orgasm ripped through her. Becker barely had time to enjoy it, her shuddering, the pulsing of her pussy, because pleasure seized his balls and then his own orgasm was sizzling down his spine. He came hard, shoving his tongue in Jane’s mouth as his climax spun like a tornado through his body. He continued pounding into her, desperate, erratic thrusts that made Jane writhe beneath him. Their groans mingled together. Becker felt Jane’s heartbeat hammering in her chest, matching the frantic beats of his own heart.
When they finally grew still, their breathing steady, their bodies still joined, Jane released a soft laugh. Planting a kiss to his jaw, she moved her lips to his ear and whispered, “Okay, let’s have dinner now.”
Becker just laughed.
“I’m only here for eight more days,” Jane said, setting down her fork.
Their dinner was spread out on the table, the aroma of chicken and rice filling the air. Becker had ordered a bottle of wine too, and they’d already drank half of it. Jane was feeling a little tipsy, which was probably the reason she’d decided to vocalize her thoughts. She hadn’t wanted to push him, but she couldn’t stop herself from making this proposal.
Becker popped a piece of chicken in his mouth, chewing slowly. “And?”
“And I think it would be a complete injustice if I spent the next eight days not getting fucked by you.”
He coughed, then shook his head and shot her a grin. “I’m trying to figure out if I’m ever going to get used to that blunt honesty of yours.”
She grinned back, oddly pleased that he didn’t seem to mind her sometimes painfully honest nature. She’d always been this way, speaking her mind, often blurting out things she probably shouldn’t. Other men had seemed put off by it, especially when her honesty revealed something they didn’t want to hear. But Becker actually seemed to appreciate it.
“I’m serious,” she said as she reached for a glass of wine. “I think we’ve stumbled onto something good here. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to see me naked again.”