Read Online No Place Like Home: The Coming Home Series, Book 1 by Jennifer Kacey - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Jennifer Kacey
Ads: Link
bit longer before I put you to bed.”
As he cleaned her, alternating with the washcloth and his tongue, she rubbed the marks on her wrist. Liking them was an understatement. She cleared her throat, trying not to get embarrassed.
Seemed they were way past that portion of the date.
“I liked giving you a blow job.”
His eyelids jerked up and he pegged her with an intense stare as he licked her clit one last time. “I liked you giving me a blow job. It made you wet. That was so fucking hot.”
“Isn’t that supposed to happen?”
“Yes.” He took the washrag back to the bathroom and then did something with his clothes on the floor she couldn’t see. He scooped her up and slid her under the covers on the bed. But he surprised her by getting in with her and turning off the light on the nightstand. He pulled her close, settling her against him before he continued. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to go but that’s not normally what happens. A lot of people I think give oral sex because they think they’ll get it in return.”
“I just wanted to lick you, taste you. Getting it wasn’t even on my mind.”
“Exactly. Another reason you are awesome. You getting wet for me?” He squeezed her close then tilted her chin up to take a kiss. “You getting that wet for me told me how much you enjoyed it. You can’t fake that. Meaning it was totally real. Making it insanely hot.”
Thankfully it was dark in the room and she couldn’t see much. But she knew he was staring at her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples got hard. “I liked it when you ate at me, too.” It was a whisper in the dark. He was so close she could feel the air from her confession move back to her as it bounced off his skin.
He grabbed the hand she had draped around his chest and moved it to his cock. His hard cock. “I liked it too. A lot. I can normally figure out what it takes to get a girl off, but you coming? Your taste? I could get addicted to it.” He kept his hand over hers and together they squeezed his cock. “Okay, okay,” he admonished with a shake of his head. “Sleep. We have to get some sleep.” He pulled her hand free and wrapped it back around his chest. “I actually had a moment of freak-out earlier, when I was hanging up my jacket.”
“What was that?”
“There’s a white men’s dress shirt in the closet. I think we got distracted at the restaurant and I never asked or you never told me your status. Ever married? Kids?”
“Still single. No kids. Just Lord Voldemort. And the shirt? From my dad.” She yawned. “I’ve slept in them since I was little. No clue where or why it started.”
“Whew. Good. And why no marriage? You’re pretty freakin’ awesome.”
“I’ve never wanted a guy to stay before.” She sucked in her lips, not having any recollection such a confession was on the docket to be revealed to this man she’d had a crush on for longer than a decade.
He rolled onto his side and turned her over so he could spoon her. She didn’t miss him tucking his half-hard cock between her thighs right against her slit.
“And tonight? What are your thoughts on tonight?”
“I wanted you to stay.”
He kissed and nibbled on her shoulder and moved her hair out of the way so he had access to her neck. “Wanted? Past tense?”
Moving back against him a tiny bit closer, she lifted one of his hands to kiss his knuckles. “Want. I want you to stay.”
“Good thing, ’cause I don’t think I could leave right now if I wanted to. Bizarro.” The lilt of his voice told her everything she needed to know.
He really didn’t want to be there, yet he couldn’t leave. He had other things to be doing probably. Yet here he was, wrapped around her body as she relaxed into sleep.
“Cole?”
He kissed her shoulder again. “Yes?”
“I had a nice time tonight.”
“Nice, huh? Guess I’ll have to up my game next time.”
“Next time?” Her heart pumped against her ribs
As he cleaned her, alternating with the washcloth and his tongue, she rubbed the marks on her wrist. Liking them was an understatement. She cleared her throat, trying not to get embarrassed.
Seemed they were way past that portion of the date.
“I liked giving you a blow job.”
His eyelids jerked up and he pegged her with an intense stare as he licked her clit one last time. “I liked you giving me a blow job. It made you wet. That was so fucking hot.”
“Isn’t that supposed to happen?”
“Yes.” He took the washrag back to the bathroom and then did something with his clothes on the floor she couldn’t see. He scooped her up and slid her under the covers on the bed. But he surprised her by getting in with her and turning off the light on the nightstand. He pulled her close, settling her against him before he continued. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to go but that’s not normally what happens. A lot of people I think give oral sex because they think they’ll get it in return.”
“I just wanted to lick you, taste you. Getting it wasn’t even on my mind.”
“Exactly. Another reason you are awesome. You getting wet for me?” He squeezed her close then tilted her chin up to take a kiss. “You getting that wet for me told me how much you enjoyed it. You can’t fake that. Meaning it was totally real. Making it insanely hot.”
Thankfully it was dark in the room and she couldn’t see much. But she knew he was staring at her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples got hard. “I liked it when you ate at me, too.” It was a whisper in the dark. He was so close she could feel the air from her confession move back to her as it bounced off his skin.
He grabbed the hand she had draped around his chest and moved it to his cock. His hard cock. “I liked it too. A lot. I can normally figure out what it takes to get a girl off, but you coming? Your taste? I could get addicted to it.” He kept his hand over hers and together they squeezed his cock. “Okay, okay,” he admonished with a shake of his head. “Sleep. We have to get some sleep.” He pulled her hand free and wrapped it back around his chest. “I actually had a moment of freak-out earlier, when I was hanging up my jacket.”
“What was that?”
“There’s a white men’s dress shirt in the closet. I think we got distracted at the restaurant and I never asked or you never told me your status. Ever married? Kids?”
“Still single. No kids. Just Lord Voldemort. And the shirt? From my dad.” She yawned. “I’ve slept in them since I was little. No clue where or why it started.”
“Whew. Good. And why no marriage? You’re pretty freakin’ awesome.”
“I’ve never wanted a guy to stay before.” She sucked in her lips, not having any recollection such a confession was on the docket to be revealed to this man she’d had a crush on for longer than a decade.
He rolled onto his side and turned her over so he could spoon her. She didn’t miss him tucking his half-hard cock between her thighs right against her slit.
“And tonight? What are your thoughts on tonight?”
“I wanted you to stay.”
He kissed and nibbled on her shoulder and moved her hair out of the way so he had access to her neck. “Wanted? Past tense?”
Moving back against him a tiny bit closer, she lifted one of his hands to kiss his knuckles. “Want. I want you to stay.”
“Good thing, ’cause I don’t think I could leave right now if I wanted to. Bizarro.” The lilt of his voice told her everything she needed to know.
He really didn’t want to be there, yet he couldn’t leave. He had other things to be doing probably. Yet here he was, wrapped around her body as she relaxed into sleep.
“Cole?”
He kissed her shoulder again. “Yes?”
“I had a nice time tonight.”
“Nice, huh? Guess I’ll have to up my game next time.”
“Next time?” Her heart pumped against her ribs
Similar Books
