Operation G-Spot

by Jodi Lynn Copeland

  His mouth swept down, cloaking a stiff nipple, dragging it into warm, delicious wetness with a fierce suckle that took her by surprise. Her hips shot upward. Liquid desire jetted through her body. Bringing a hand to her other nipple, he tweaked the tip, rubbed it expertly between his big fingers until it was rosy red and throbbing with painful pleasure; then he drew that nipple into his mouth with the same carnal fierceness he had taken the first.

  She cried out, her fingers fisting in the rug. “You’re right. This angle is way better.”

  He lifted his mouth to laugh. The deep, rich sound faded away as he brought his fingers to her shorts. He eased down the zipper, then lifted up her legs to aid in removing the remainder of her clothes. Her shorts and panties were gone in seconds. He didn’t release her legs, instead bending and pushing them wide to expose her naked, open pussy.

  Jack eyed her slick sex, his eyes dilated with lust, his mouth tugged into a licentious grin that only grew as he dipped his head toward her slit. His hot breath brushed over her intimate folds, weakening her limbs as rapture built, spiraling through her and making her quiver with anticipation. “How about this one?”

  The quivers turned to a whole-body tremble of euphoria. Oh. My. God. Yes! He was going for it. He was going to lick her pickle.

  Kristi’s heart felt as though it would burst with the forceful push of his tongue into her hole. Her pussy gushed with a flood of cream. Little tingling explosions went off in her core. He was her O-man. She just knew it. “Better yet.”

  His fingers teased along her legs, from the apex of her thighs to her kneecaps, enlivening every cell to a fever pitch of need as he tongued her with hard strokes. She spun a little higher with each long lick. Her breasts ached with the exquisite pressure building within. He turned his mouth on her clit, alternately brushing his lips and scraping his teeth over the inflamed pearl. The pressure continued to build until she could feel it pushing through her in a near-blinding crescendo. Any second now.

  He brushed, licked, shoved inside her and lapped. She teetered on the edge. She teetered. Teetered. Tottered. Teeter-totter.

  Oh no! She was not a teeter-totter. And the crescendo was receding. This couldn’t be happening. He was the one! How could her pussy not know that?

  Jack’s tongue stilled its torment, and he lifted his head to look at her through the vee of her legs. “What’s the matter? You’re stiff as hell and not in a good way.”

  She couldn’t give up yet. “It’s just…too soon for that, I guess.”

  He released her thighs and sat back on his knees. He dragged a hand through his hair, looking guilty. “I pushed it.”

  “No. You didn’t push anything. Let’s just stick with regular sex tonight, okay?”

  Shock replaced his guilt. “You still want to have sex?”

  “Of course!” Regular sex would work. They were too good of a fit in too many ways for it not to. She smiled. “Dibs on the top. I still haven’t gotten my licks in.”

  He reached for her again, filled his palms to overflowing with her breasts. “Like I’d complain about getting to watch these beauties jiggling in my face.”

  Kristi laughed, the sound cut short by a gasp as he grabbed her around the middle and spun them. She ended up on top. She lifted off of him far enough to allow him to remove his shorts and boxers and then quickly returned. They’d never been this close, skin on heated skin, his coarse pubic hair tickling her juicy folds. At least, not during a time she could remember. She’d teased him with the idea of licking him from one end to the other. Earlier it had been exactly what she wanted. Now she just wanted him inside of her, had to know the answer once and for all. He would be her miracle man.

  He looked up at her with a tight smile that said he couldn’t wait much longer. Thank God. “Condom’s in my shorts pocket.”

  She dove for his shorts, grabbed out the little foil packet, and ripped it open with her teeth. She sheathed him in an instant. Took hold of his cock and centered it with her opening. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, she slid on to him. Her eyes watered. The air pushed out of her throat. Holy toaster!

  “We never did this,” Jack breathed. “I would’ve remembered something this incredible.”

  It didn’t seem likely she would have been able to forget the hedonistic sensations shooting through her body, the frissions of desire sparking at her slick core and cruising to her throbbing nipples. Could he be right? Had she not slept with either him or Spencer? Maybe the three of them had come home and passed out. Maybe her oral-sex memory had been nothing more than a fantasy caused by wishful thinking. Her sore body the morning after a side effect of something else—strenuous dancing, perhaps.

  This definitely was not a fantasy. This was real.

  Splaying her hands over his hard, hairless chest, Kristi sat back so that his pubic bone hit her clit at just the right angle. She rode him then, fast, furious, gliding the length of his dick and thrilling in the flutter of her clit with each downward thrust. Her pussy contracted. Cream seeped from between their joined bodies. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air. It was about to get stronger yet. Bursts of pleasure rocketed deep within her cunt. The big O was coming fast.

  She waited. Waited. Waited. Waited. Kept waiting. Jack moved his hand between their bodies, found her clit and applied pressure. It should have sent her over the edge. But she just kept waiting. For nothing.

  Kristi whimpered when what she wanted to do was bawl.

  No. No. No. This had to work. But it wasn’t. Maybe if she could reach her backpack, she could still salvage the moment. Slip her little red rabbit in place.

  His fingers left her clit. The rocking of his hips ceased. “Too soon for this, too? You’re stiff as hell again.”

  Oops. Too late for the rabbit. Damn. She sent him an apologetic smile. “I want this to work. At least, let me help you get off.”

  He lifted her from his body, muscles bunching in his arms with her weight. He set her down beside him and reclined to a sitting position. Gave her a reassuring smile. “We don’t have to have sex, Kristi. I like just spending time with you.”

  “You do?” How could he when his swollen cock was twitching inches from her face? He wanted more. A more she couldn’t give no matter how badly she wished it. Coldness settled over her body and soul. Her heart hurt. Kristi bit her tongue to quell her fast-rising emotions.

  “Of course I do.”

  She warmed a little. Friendship was better than nothing. She could use a male point of view on her sex toys. So what if he would be testing them out with someone else? Her belly gave an angry little flip. She ignored it. He could sleep with other women, and she had no right to be jealous. “So, it’s cool that we’re just meant to be friends?”

  “Friends. Sure. Cool.”

  5

  Kristi: I suck.

  Fiona: Why am I thinking you don’t mean that in a good way? BTW, Liz told me about your threesome. Can we say jealous with a capital J?

  Kristi: Don’t be. I’ve been miserable ever since.

  Fiona: You didn’t take Liz’s advice and try them on one at a time?

  Kristi: I spent the last two and a half days with Jack, and we totally clicked. And then it came time for the big O and I couldn’t get past the friggin’ tingles! I can’t even work up the energy to make a bad joke about it. I’m so bummed out. I thought this guy was going to be the one. I could see myself with him.

  Fiona: You know, woman, orgasms aren’t everything. If you’re happy with him and you can get yourself off, what’s the big deal?

  Kristi: You really think a guy would want a relationship with a woman he can’t give an orgasm? And even if he would, I wouldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to him. I feel broken. Again! What is wrong with me, Fi?

  Fiona: You’re asking the wrong person. I spent the entire weekend with King Simon. By far your best invention ever!

  Kristi: You spent the entire weekend playing with your vibrator? Sheesh, that does make me feel better.

/>   Fiona: Well, not every second, but I wasn’t with a man either. I am just as pathetic as you are. And, hey, at least you did have a man-induced orgasm once in your life, if memory serves.

  Kristi: For all I know, that memory was nothing more than a fantasy.

  Fiona: Or maybe you spent the weekend with the wrong man. If you aren’t going to sleep with Jack again, why not give hot stuff number two a try?

  Kristi sat back in her office chair and mulled over the question. She hadn’t allowed herself to consider giving Spencer a try since returning from the bed-and-breakfast because she liked Jack too much to hurt his feelings that way. At the same time, he had agreed to be friends. And if things didn’t work out, Jack would never have to know she’d been with Spencer. And if they did work out…Her inner thighs heated as the possibilities warmed her to the core.

  She had to give Spencer a try. The happiness of her pickle, and quite possibly her future, depended on it.

  Kristi closed her eyes and inhaled a few deep breaths. When she opened her eyes, the brochure was still in her hand. A full-color spread overnight-mailed direct from Wild Honey headquarters in Los Angeles. A spread that detailed her top-ten best-sellers and that bore her name in letters too huge and loud to miss. Her name. On a sex-toy brochure. One that was already being shipped.

  Stuffing the brochure back into its envelope, she closed her mailbox and glanced around the subdivision, lingering on Mrs. Johnson’s front windows. Sunny yellow curtains fluttered in the breeze pushing in through the raised panes, but the old lady was nowhere to be seen. It didn’t appear anyone had witnessed her getting her mail. Not that they would have been able to read the brochure from more than a foot or two away. Not that the knowledge relaxed her.

  “Fuck, fuck, and triple fuck.”

  She couldn’t blame the Ngos for using her name. It was her own fault. Instead of spending their business meeting setting down her terms, she’d gotten sloshed. Since the meeting, she hadn’t been able to get hold of either woman. The twins’ assistant had informed Kristi that they were in and out of Wild Honey’s various locations, seeing to the final preparations of the new product-line launch.

  “And here Jack and I thought you were a nice girl.”

  She jumped at the sound of Spencer’s voice. Her mind on the family fallout this latest turn of events would generate if her parents got word of it, she hadn’t even noticed him pull in the driveway. She noticed him now, in sin-tillating detail.

  She stood eyes to chest with him. Though Kristi had once sworn muscles didn’t do it for her, her body reacted to the white tank shirt hugging defined pecs and showcasing dynamite biceps so completely she lost her ability to think.

  His words settled then, and her heart went into her throat. “You discussed me with Jack?”

  “Not since the morning we woke up in bed together.”

  “Oh. Right.” Thank God.

  Before her mind could roam to the morning in question and turn her into the same blushing twit she’d first been with Jack, she tucked the mail under her arm and started for the house. “I got some bad mail, but I’m over it. Let’s grab my stuff and go.”

  She’d packed and repacked for the two-day excursion to a place Spencer wouldn’t confide the details of. All she knew was that it involved sleeping under the stars. Hence the reason for her packing problems. He struck her as a man who preferred his women on the wild side. It had been a long time since she’d done anything truly wild—accidental threesomes noninclusive.

  Two weeks ago she was sure she had no use for men, that one couldn’t find her G-spot with a detailed road map. Now she felt certain that her fantasy had been more than wishful thinking, that Spencer had gotten her off for real. And she felt wild, not to mention damp as all get out, at the thought of parading around in the woods in some skimpy lingerie while he caressed her with wickedly dark eyes, then grabbed her up and let his hands and mouth take over.

  And his tongue.

  Her pussy fluttered. Oh boy. She couldn’t wait to finally feel the gifted tongue from her fantasy and experience a man-induced orgasm. But she had to wait, and that was the whole problem with packing lingerie.

  She’d told Spencer the same thing she’d told Jack—this trip was meant as a way to get to know each other better because she sensed they had some major chemistry. Though she hadn’t expected Spencer to accept an offer that sounded like she was thinking in relationship terms, he had. She wouldn’t risk that little step in the right direction by having him spot lingerie in her camping duffel and assume her true motive was to get him out of his clothes and into her sleeping bag.

  Looking at him from across his big black truck’s cab over an hour later, she had to admit his assumption would be accurate. He was cocky in a way she never expected would call to her. Even now, the truck’s interior running lights revealed his mouth set in an arrogant smirk that had his lips curving toward his mustache, making it look like he held on to some private joke.

  Some private, naughty joke, Kristi amended as he glanced at her, his smirk becoming a devastatingly sexy grin. He brought his right hand to her leg, touched his fingers down above her kneecap. It reminded her of the way Jack—who she wasn’t going to think about—had subtly squeezed her leg when he’d been driving them to the B & B.

  Spencer didn’t do subtle. His warm palm, roughened in a way that suggested he spent his time away from Shenanigans doing manual labor, skimmed along her bare thigh, inching upward until it reached the hem of her tan canvas shorts. One finger went beneath the material, brushed lazily back and forth as his gaze slid the length of her. The perusal lasted less than a second and was hindered by the darkness. It shouldn’t have left her shifting in her seat as anxiously as if her little red rabbit was buried inside her sex and happily vibrating away. But it did. Left her stimulated and rubbing her thighs together to combat the sensual ache.

  His finger left her shorts, and her pussy gave a disappointed throb. He looked out the windshield, where the blacktop had faded to a winding stretch of dirt road void of other vehicles and surrounded by woods, then back at her. His attention went to her breasts. She held her breath with the idea he might continue the upward journey of his hand, until it was her nipple he stroked, taunting it into a point so hard it hurt. Only he didn’t need to touch her to accomplish that. All he had to do was look at her with his blue eyes weighed down with lust and demand and her nipples leapt to hungry, aching life.

  “You look hot, doll.”

  Hot. Wet. And seriously considering saying to hell with it and jumping him here and now.

  Kristi took in his profile as he again concentrated on the road. Strong straight nose; a thin white line above his right eyebrow, remnants of an old scar; angular jawline with a stubborn chin; a sensually detailed mouth that evoked a dimple in his cheek when his grin really sparked, the way it was now. “You look…scrumptious.”

  And like his naughty secret had just gotten naughtier yet, she thought as he shot her a look that said he could read her mind and liked the direction it had taken.

  Would it hurt to hurry things along a little and give in to her urge to jump him? It would if he turned out to be her O-man, then refused her another date because of the way she’d acted like a mutt who climbed onto the lap of every guy who looked at her twice. Something told her plenty of women who fit that description came his way. Something also told her he slept with a good share of those women and never saw them again. She wasn’t after a one-night stand. Once she found the guy who held the map to her G-spot, she was playing for keeps.

  Small talk would be good here. Anything to get her mind off of sex. “You said dancing was fun the other weekend. I take it you like your job?”

  “Mostly. The hours can be a bitch, but I get a kick outta the women. You’d be amazed what some of them will do to get your hand on their ass.”

  Or your tongue in their pussy. Oops. So much for getting her mind off of sex. “I can imagine.”

  “It’s not something I plan to
do forever, but for now it’s paying the bills and getting my kid brother through college.”

  “It’s sweet that you’re looking out for him.” And unexpected. They were words she would have expected out of Jack’s mouth. Jack, who she was not going to think about again and wonder what or who he was doing. She had her man. Didn’t need another one.

  What would she even do with two guys? Let one lick her pussy while the other went to work on her backside?

  Spencer laughed. “Sweet. That’s a new one for me.”

  And it was new for her to be fantasizing about two guys having their way with her, but her mind was suddenly going bonkers with possibilities.

  Three sets of tangled limbs, slick sweaty body parts locking in every way imaginable, the scent of sex triply magnified thick in the air. Hands all over her body. Hot, hard male hands. Stroking her breasts, her sides, the dip of her navel. Dipping into her pussy, fingering her dripping sex. Bringing her to the peak of ecstasy again and again, until she was insensate with her need. Finally pushing into her, from the front, the back, joining in a trio of arms and legs and torsos until they were a pumping grinding, slippery sliding masterpiece that had her sex heavy with the urge to come just thinking about.

  Kristi forced words out through dry lips. “You prefer the bad-boy image?”

  He looked over. His eyes narrowed in an accusing way that said he’d detected her arousal. “You do. You’re thinking about being bad right now. Go ahead, doll. Be naughty.”

  Be. Naughty.

  The tender lips of her cunt pulsed with the invitation. Her fingers tingled to reach over and grab hold of his cock, find out if he was prepared to be naughty right along with her. His mouth tilted higher on one side. His eyes reflected every bit of her want. Oh yeah, he was prepared. All she had to do was make a move.