Jaw Breaker (Forbidden Flowers Book 3)

by Donya Lynne

  “You thought wrong.”

  New life surged into him as he realized she had no intention of walking away from what he’d offered.

  Tossing her pocketbook into his SUV, she grabbed a handful of his shirt and hauled him forward. “Greyson, I’ve been waiting for a man like you my whole life. Now are we going to do this or not?”

  His eyes danced back and forth between hers, then in a rush of fire, he gripped the side of her face with his free hand and claimed her mouth again.

  Her knees were going to melt, as well as other parts of her. He had strong lips that demanded hers into submission. Praise Jesus! Not only did he have the penis of her dreams, but with the naughty thoughts inspired by his mouth, she was beginning to wonder if he was too good to be true. Had someone slipped LSD into her drink when she wasn’t looking, and all this was just an erotic hallucination?

  “Are you for real?” she said, gasping as she came up for air.

  “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.” He shuffled her toward the open door.

  She backed in, and he flowed in after her, surging over her like an ocean wave as she lay back on the leather seats.

  He rocked between her legs, and her insides wept to have him inside her.

  Where had Greyson been all her life? Why was she only just now finding this remarkable man?

  Their mouths fused together in a fiery, erotic dance as he ground himself against her, stoking the electric current blowing between them to delirious levels. She could already feel an orgasm rising inside her.

  Her fingers clawed at his back, her hips circling and rising to meet his as he dry fucked her.

  A moment later, he lifted off her with a groan, and she heard the jangle of his belt. Apparently, space was getting tight behind his zipper, so she reached down to help him release his anaconda. The thought made her giggle.

  “What?” He grinned, continuing to fumble with his buckle.

  “Nothing.” She smiled and worked at the snap on his pants, then lifted her mouth to his. Once more his tongue glided over hers. He swallowed her moans as their fingers joined at his zipper.

  It lowered with a soft whir, and she stuffed her hands briefly inside his underwear before he shoved them down with his pants.

  Shifting to his knees, he pulled her up, then settled into the seat with her in his lap. The moment her gaze landed on his exposed cock, she froze. God, it was even bigger than she imagined. Big and glorious and virile. Not just long but thick. Very thick. The kind of cock she’d always wanted.

  He watched her, his expression concerned and hesitant, as if he feared she would throw up her hands and tell him she couldn’t do it now that she’d seen him in the glorious flesh. That he was too big.

  If only he knew. The only thing she was reconsidering was whether she wanted to take him in her mouth before taking him inside her. After all, a cock this magnificent really did deserve to be properly worshipped.

  She fell to her knees on the floor in front of him, and his eyes flew open as he pressed his hands against the leather seat, bracing himself.

  “Katherine, you don’t—” He gasped sharply as she gripped the base of his erection and flicked her tongue over the tip. “Jesus!” His eyes bulged as she slowly opened her mouth and took in the head, lapping her tongue along the ridge and underside of his glans.

  Then she oh-so-carefully lowered her mouth on him. One false move could spell disaster. He was so big that he almost didn’t fit, and she was sure a lot of women’s mouths were too small for such a beast, but feeling the head graze the back of her throat, she pushed deeper.

  Katherine was blessed to have been born without a gag reflex, something her ex had loved. Phil had loved being deep-throated. Too bad it hadn’t been enough to keep him faithful.

  She had to admit, she’d always had a thing for swallowing dick. She might have been a proper-looking businesswoman who dressed conservatively at the office and behaved like a lady out in the world, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get freaky in the bedroom. You’ve heard the saying “a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets”? That was Katherine. At least when it came to giving head. She loved the feeling of a thick cock in her throat. There was something empowering about it. It was as if she was in command and held complete control. The way the man looked down at her—awed and lust drunk—when she was on her knees in front of him, with his cock down her throat in a way many women couldn’t manage, made her feel powerful and gloriously beautiful.

  She knew how strange it was that it took giving head to make her feel purely feminine, but everyone had their fetishes and kinky turn-ons, and this was hers.

  “Fuck, fuck . . . oh, Jesus!” Greyson was nearly hyperventilating, and his hands had formed fists against the leather seat as every muscle in his body grew so tight, he arched like a crossbow.

  There was no doubt that he’d never received head like this. That no woman had ever taken in every inch of him the way she was. He was a blow job virgin.

  She looked up at him through her lashes. He was clearly forcing himself to exercise enormous self-control to keep from coming.

  He stared wide-eyed with clenched teeth at his dick disappearing inch-by-slow-inch into her mouth. Honestly, he was almost too big for her to take. It was hard to breath, but she’d almost swallowed all of him. There was no stopping now.

  Lowering her head a bit more, she worried he might blow through his skin and shoot his load before she reached the base. His body was visibly taut. He wasn’t breathing. He was barely even moving, and his face and neck were flushed deep crimson.

  She wanted to remind him to breathe, but that would have meant releasing him, and she wasn’t about to do that.

  Her mouth crept lower, then . . . finally . . . her lips met the root. He was all the way inside her mouth. Mission accomplished.

  She lifted her eyes to his again, and he sucked in an abrupt breath, staring in awe at her. And there it was, the look that made her feel more like a woman than any other. Like a naughty, sexy queen of fellatio servicing her king, ensuring he knew who really ruled the kingdom.

  She drew her mouth up his shaft, then swallowed his salty taste as she popped her mouth off the rounded hood and gulped in a deep breath.

  He exhaled harshly, and his body finally relaxed. “How did you—” He gripped her face in both hands, his gaze blistering her mouth with enough heat to ignite coals. “Christ! I’ve never . . . no one’s . . . no woman has ever been able to swallow me like that.”

  She glided up his body, feeling like a goddess. It was as if she were having an out-of-body experience or watching someone else, certain that the woman in the back of Greyson’s SUV wasn’t her. It must have been someone who only looked like her, because she had never been so reckless. So intensely starved for a man’s cock. It reminded her of when she was in college, when she had first discovered the pleasures a man’s body could give. What could she say? She’d been a late bloomer. But now she was not only making up for the time she’d lost before college, but also for the time she had lost over the last six years of failed summer flings.

  She churned her more-than-ready, pantie-clad pussy over his steely cock. “Do you have a condom?” She brushed her lips seductively over his.

  She was ready to have this prized man inside her. She was ready to be filled in a way no man had ever filled her.

  His expression sank, the color draining from his face.

  “Uummm . . .”

  He didn’t have a condom. Probably because he had never figured on getting this lucky tonight.

  She grinned, grabbed her pocketbook off the seat beside them, and pulled a foil pack from inside. Good thing she was prepared.

  Laughing, she said, “Jess insisted I bring some. You know, just in case.”

  Not that she’d ever thought she would use them. And yet here she was.

  “Are they extra large?” He took the packet from her, eyeing it suspiciously as if he feared it would be too small.

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nbsp; “The box said they were large.” If she’d thought she would run into King Kong tonight, she would have grabbed a bigger size. But she’d never needed condoms bigger than large before, not even with Phil.

  She glanced down at Greyson’s fifth appendage. Phil had nothing on this man. Maybe Greyson had reason to doubt her condom selection.

  His worried expression silently voiced that he didn’t think a large condom was going to be big enough, but he tore open the packet anyway.

  As he began to slide it on, he stopped.

  “You’re not married, are you?” he asked.

  “What?”

  He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, putting a silent exclamation point at the end of his question. “If you’re married, Katherine, this isn’t going to happen, no matter how bad I want it.”

  Mmm, this was a nice change of pace. She liked knowing that he wasn’t just anatomically correct for her anatomy, but that he also believed in fidelity.

  Grinning victoriously, she raised her left hand and revealed her ringless fingers. “I was married once, but not anymore. Not for the last six years.”

  Relief washed over him.

  She bobbed her chin toward the condom. “Now hurry and get that thing on.”

  Wearing a look of determination, he fit the ring of latex over the head of his erection and began rolling it down. Or at least trying to. The condom did appear tight. But it was latex, right? Surely, it would stretch enough to get the job done.

  She shimmed out of her panties and tossed them on the seat, then waited patiently as he continued carefully rolling the condom down his shaft.

  “I’m not sure this is going to—” The latex split, and he winced. “Fuck.”

  She grabbed another out of her purse and ripped open the packet as he rolled the broken one off his cock.

  “They’re too small.” He stopped her before she could attempt to roll the new one on.

  The defeat and frustration in his expression said it all. Her large condoms were too small for his Moby Dick.

  There had to be something they could do. She hadn’t come this far only to give up, especially when they both wanted what the other was offering. And from the looks of it, if he didn’t get off soon, he wouldn’t walk right for a month.

  But the alternative—having sex without protection—wasn’t an option. She didn’t need to risk picking up any sexually transmitted diseases—not that he looked like he had any. But he could definitely get her pregnant, and that was something neither of them needed from a first date . . . or whatever this was.

  “Is there a drug store around here?” she asked, nibbling her thumbnail, not ready to throw in the towel just yet.

  He thought for a moment, then began pulling up his pants. “Yeah, come on.”

  She scooted out of the back seat behind him and straightened her layered skirt as he pulled himself together and refastened his belt, which didn’t appear easy with a footlong boner getting in the way.

  “Hop in on the other side,” he said, fumbling to close the back door before jumping in the front seat and unlocking the door for her.

  She climbed in and buckled up as he started the engine.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as he backed out of the space.

  “Walgreens is just down the street.” He gunned the gas as if he were on a mission to stave off the worst set of blue balls in the history of male sexual frustration.

  She gripped the bar above the door as he raced down the levels of the garage and turned right at the exit, squealing the tires slightly as he put the pedal to the metal.

  The red Walgreens sign hung vertically down the side of the building two blocks over.

  He slingshot the SUV into an empty space across the street.

  Inside, they raced up and down the aisles in search of prophylactics. There was only one other customer in the store, someone surfing the candy aisle.

  In the back, near the pharmacy, they struck gold.

  “How about these?” She yanked a black and gold box of Magnum extra-large condoms off one of the hooks.

  He shook his head and pointed to a clear round container with a black lid and the word “One” on top. On the front of the small plastic canister was the word “Legend.”

  “These,” he said.

  He snatched them off the shelf, then hurried to the pharmacy checkout.

  “Will this be all?” the clerk asked, keeping his gaze down as he rung him up.

  “That’s it.” Greyson tapped his fingers impatiently on the counter.

  As the clerk continued working on their transaction, Katherine glanced around. There was a small waiting area off to the side for a closed-off area that served as their Take Care clinic where they administered flu shots, other vaccines, and immediate care. In the corner was a unisex restroom.

  She’d had sex in a bathroom once, back in college, when finding somewhere to have sex in a pinch wasn’t as simple as “your place or mine?” When you lived in a dorm room with at least one other person, finding someplace private to hook up with the guy you just met at a party or in some nightclub—or when you were in a rush to keep the fires burning—made you get creative and take what you could get.

  Kind of like tonight.

  She wound her arm around his as he finished paying. Was she really thinking about doing this?

  Hell, yes, she was. She wasn’t going to let Greyson get away. If resorting to old college tricks was the way to do that, so be it.

  She tapped his shoulder.

  He glanced down at her as he slid his credit card back in his wallet.

  When his gaze met hers, she flicked her eyes toward the restroom door with a bob of her head, hoping he would get the hint.

  It took him a couple of seconds, but when his eyes returned to hers, she could tell he was thinking the same thing she was.

  She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks growing warm as she raised her eyebrows suggestively.

  A sly half grin twisted his mouth.

  “Here you go, sir.” The pharmacist handed him a small plastic bag with the condoms inside, then scurried off as if he knew what they were thinking and didn’t want any part of it.

  The only question was, would Greyson follow through or take her back to his SUV and drive them back to the parking garage, delaying her gratification that much longer?

  He glanced at the restroom door, then back at her. Then his gaze dropped to her dress as if he was remembering that she’d taken off her panties, and they were still in the truck. His nostrils flared a moment before he glanced over his shoulder and shoved her toward the bathroom. “Come on.”

  With a quiet giggle, she let him push her inside and lock the door.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she whispered as she took the bag and fished out the condoms.

  Maybe she’d done the bathroom sex thing in college, but she’d never done it as an adult and mother of two.

  “Neither have I.” His hands shook so violently he could barely unfasten his belt.

  The bathroom was all sparkling white tile and smelled of disinfectant as if it had recently been scrubbed top to bottom. The toilet water was even blue.

  At least their luxury accommodations were clean.

  She tore open the condom wrapper as his pants and briefs fell to the floor.

  His erection sprang forth, pushing his shirttails away from his torso as his fingers worked their way down the buttons, releasing them.

  Damn, he had a nice body. Firm chest, ridged abdomen. This was a man who took pains to stay in shape.

  She was still gawking at his incredible body when he took the condom from her. “Turn around. Face the sink.”

  The rough command sent a shiver down her spine, especially given the greedy lust in his delivery.

  With shaky knees, she did as he said and turned to face the mirror, meeting his gaze in the reflection.

  He stepped up behind her.

  “Bend over.”

  Her heart raced and
her breath hitched, but she did as he asked and gripped the sides of the sink as she bent forward.

  He flipped her skirt up, and cool air washed over her bare bottom. She was so wet she could feel the slickness sliding between her labia.

  “Fuck, Katherine . . .”

  She glanced up at the mirror to find him staring down at her with starving eyes, like he wanted to kneel down and taste her. Just the look on his face made her moan and sink lower, arching her back and opening her legs even wider. She wanted him inside her and didn’t want to wait a moment longer.

  He pressed forward and sluiced the head of his cock up and down, spreading her juices.

  Her legs trembled. They actually trembled like they were about to give out.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Damn it, she just wanted him to impale her. She forced out a shaky exhale to keep from screaming her frustration. “Y-yes.”

  “I’m not going to be gentle, and I’m not going to last long.”

  Was he warning her? Fine, warning received. When he pressed the head of his cock inside her, it was doubly received, and she moaned her approval. “I don’t want gentle.”

  His palms dug with such ferocity into the cheeks of her ass, she was sure his fingerprints would show in her flesh.

  She moaned with both readiness and need as he paused, grunting a defiant curse through clenched teeth. Was he already on the verge of coming? He certainly sounded like it. So, okay, if he needed a few seconds to cool his jets, she’d give it to him, because she didn’t want him to get there before she did . . . or at least without taking her to completion as well.

  But the anticipation was about to do her in. She was gripping the sink so tightly her knuckles were white. And she couldn’t stop her legs from quaking eagerly every time he eased in another inch of that blessed, mammoth cock.

  Hesitating again for only a moment, Greyson inhaled sharply, then plunged all the way inside her.