CHAPTER FOUR
Jack
Sarah’s practically shredding my shirt in her haste to remove it, and if it were under any other circumstance, I’d be pissed since it’s Armani and cost an arm and a leg. However, I want to be rid of my clothes just as badly—if not more—as she does. The urge to feel her silky soft flesh against mine without the barrier of clothing is excruciatingly fierce.
Tossing my shirt aside, I reach around to find the clasp of her bra and let it drop at our feet. Nothing could prevent me from taking those luscious breasts in my hands, cupping their weight, and dipping my head to take one nipple in my mouth. I suckle it before laving it with my tongue.
Sarah’s hands tug at the waistband of my boxer briefs, dragging them down, and I kick them off to the side. The second my dick is released from its constraints, and her petite hand grasps it, it takes everything in my power not to come right then. Her soft palm grips me, gliding up and down in slow, steady strokes before she slides the pad of her thumb over the tip, gathering the moisture there.
But that’s not what has me nearly losing my mind. What makes my entire body shudder in anticipation of those lips wrapping around my cock is when she brings her thumb to her lips and sucks it clean.
Gripping her waist, I steady her as she steps out of her heels. I lift her, and she settles onto the bed. Her blond hair fans against the pillow, and her chest rises and falls likely with the same anticipation I feel.
Joining her, I prop myself up on my forearms, and the instant my flesh meets hers, neither of us can resist the low hiss that escapes our lips. I feel singed by the contact, the heat radiating through my body. When I capture her mouth, the way she returns the kiss with such passionate abandon sends shards of gratification through me. As I rock my hips slightly, the tip of my cock rubs against her clit, and the tiny groan in the back of her throat urges me on.
I tear my lips from hers and slip down her body, dropping kisses along the beautiful landscape of curves and softness until I’m between her slim thighs and my hands press her legs wider. Placing my mouth over her, I slip my tongue inside, and my cock jerks at the first taste of her.
My tongue darts and retreats, and her hips begin to move in response. She works herself against my mouth, her fingers entwining in my hair. As her whispered moans and the tightening of her firm thighs indicate she’s nearing her orgasm, I slide up her body. I have to be inside her.
Now.
Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, I gaze down into her eyes. With my hands framing her face, I skim my thumbs across her cheekbones. And I can’t help but be a bit awed by the fact that I’ve put that hunger in her eyes. I’m the cause for the light catch in her breath.
“You’d better be about to grab a condom.” Her words are breathless and belie the demanding tone—the typical, no-nonsense Sarah I’ve come to know.
Grinning down at her, I can’t resist teasing her. “I’m actually kind of hung—” My words are cut off when she tugs me closer, and it throws me a bit off-balance.
Damn. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last drink at Max Londons.
“Condom,” she murmurs huskily. “Now.”
The fact that she’s resorting to brief, staccato commands spurs me on. Reaching over to my bedside table, I pluck a condom packet and quickly sheath myself. I’m at the precipice of pain with how hard I am right now. Pressing my tip to her entrance, I lock my gaze with hers, and something I can’t decipher flashes in her eyes.
Sliding my thumb across her cheekbone, I whisper, “You’re beautiful.”
A soft smile plays at her lips. “Quit stalling, Westbrook.” Her smile widens saucily. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”
I’ve been waiting a long time for you. Her words rattle around my mind before they slide down, leaving a trail of warmth behind.
The thick head of my cock nudges against her opening, and I shift my hips, watching as her eyes fall closed. Her thighs tighten around my waist, and her responsiveness emboldens me further. Just as I press firmly, sliding my length inside her inch by inch, her lips part on an inaudible gasp. I duck my head and give into my urge at the same moment her inner muscles clench around me.
My teeth sink into the side of her neck as I work my cock in a little deeper. Then she’s suddenly shoving me away, her palms pressing insistently against my chest.
I lift to brace my weight above her and peer down with concern. She moves a hand to her neck, staring up at me with eyes wide with shock. “What the hell was that?”
Shit. What did I do?
“What was what?” Jesus. Is it just dark in here or is my vision becoming hazy?
“Dude. You bit me.” Her tone holds a mixture of disbelief and accusation. “Hard.”
“Sorry,” I offer with a sheepish smile. “I guess I got a little carried away.” I swear, I read in Cosmo or Glamour that women got off on biting. Maybe I did it too hard?
Her lips quirk up at the corners. “Tone it down on the biting, Westbrook.” She wraps a hand around the base of my neck, drawing me down for a kiss, and I slip farther inside, both of our moans muffled by our joined lips.
Once I’m buried deep inside her, I work my hips, thrusting in and out slowly before quickening my pace. She breaks the kiss, and her lips part as she throws her head back on the pillow.
She is the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.
Judging by the way her inner muscles tighten around me and the way her breathing has become staggered and harsh, much like my own, I know she’s about to find her release. I anticipate feeling her pussy spasm all around me and can’t resist trailing kisses down the column of her neck down to her collarbone. An idea hits me, and as I hike up one of her legs and bend it at the knee, I look forward to seeing how wild she’ll get.
“Who’s my naughty girl?” I ask, spanking the side of her hip.
“Jesus!” She shoves me even harder than before—hard enough that I land beside her. Her hand flies to the side of her hip to gingerly rub the area I just spanked.
“That hurt.” She stares at me incredulously before scrambling off the bed, grabbing my shirt, and pulling it on quickly before tossing over her shoulder, “I have to…use the restroom.”
With a frustrated groan, I fling an arm over my eyes. Fuck. I really thought she’d like that. Sarah seems like the type of woman who’d be on board with it. Obviously, an awkward as hell nerd can grow up and discover contact lenses and better clothing, but when it comes to women, it’s the same old story.
Clueless as hell.
Damn it. Removing my arm from my face, I peer down at my dick. I’ve never been so hard before in my life. And judging by the way she sprinted off to the bathroom, I’m guessing I’m in for a horrendous case of blue balls.
After tossing the condom in the waste bin by my bed, I roll onto my side and tug the pillow closer, breathing in the faint scent lingering from her hair. When my eyesight grows fuzzy and the room begins to sway slightly, my eyes fall closed to ward off the dizziness.
“Shit,” I exhale on a sigh in the silence of the bedroom. I hope I can talk to her and somehow save face when she returns from the bathroom.
That’s the last thing I remember.