With a hurried goodbye to his teammates, he got into his truck and hightailed it out of the lot. He didn’t usually speed, but today he found himself going twenty over the limit. The anticipation coursing through him confirmed what he’d already known—he had it bad. He was tired as heck, hungry enough to pass out, yet he was so eager to see Mia that his sore muscles and grumbling stomach barely made a blip on his radar.
After a quick stop home to shower and change, he was on his way to Mia’s, reaching her six-story building in record time. He was thrilled that she’d invited him over instead of insisting they go out or chill at his place. That she was willing to allow him into her personal space told him she was warming up to this dating thing.
Since her building didn’t have an elevator, his tired legs were forced to make the climb up to the third floor, but when the door swung open and he saw Mia’s face, his aching limbs were all but forgotten.
“Hey! You got here fast.” She gestured for him to come inside.
He stepped into the front hall, kicked off his shoes at her request, then followed her deeper into the apartment. His curious gaze ate up his surroundings, taking in the cozy space. The living room offered mismatched furniture, bright blue curtains that led out to a small balcony, and a shit-ton of green plants and colorful flowerpots sitting on various shelves and ledges in the room.
He smiled when he noticed the framed photo of Mia and Danny on the television unit. In the kitchen he discovered even more pictures tacked on the fridge, including a series of photo booth shots that showed brother and sister making goofy faces at the camera.
As he looked around, he noted that the apartment definitely showed signs that a teenager lived there—piles of Xbox games, a pair of scuffed-up sneakers, a stack of textbooks on the coffee table.
“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to tidy up,” she said with a blush. “I literally got home ten minutes ago and decided a shower was more important. I was covered head-to-toe in dirt.”
He turned to her with a grin. “I already told you, I like you dirty.”
She rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyway, what do you want to do first? Order a pizza or make out?”
He laughed. “Mia, just for future purposes, you should know that the answer to that question will never be ‘order pizza’.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Now get over here and give me a kiss. I haven’t seen you in four agonizing days and I’m gonna die if I don’t kiss you right frickin’ now.”
“You’re so melodramatic.” Even as she threw the mocking words at him, she was leaning on her tiptoes so she could brush her mouth over his.
The brief peck was nowhere near enough to sate him. Groaning softly, he cupped her face with his hands and stole another kiss, this one deep and thorough with a helluva lot of tongue.
Mia was breathing hard when they broke apart. “How do you always manage to turn my brain into mush?”
“It’s a gift.” He slanted his head “What time does your brother get home?”
“Usually around seven.”
Jackson’s gaze drifted to the clock hanging over the kitchen doorway. It read five twenty-three. Dang, they didn’t have much time.
“Wanna fool around until then?” He flashed her the little-boy grin he’d perfected over the years.
And it worked, just as intended.
“Bedroom,” she announced. “Now.”
They practically sprinted to the corridor, laughing like a pair of teenagers. Jackson couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so excited to spend time with a woman.
Apparently Mia shared his thoughts, because she tossed him a wry look over her shoulder. “Jeez, I turn into a horny teenager whenever I’m around you.”
When they entered her room, he took a second to glance around. Bed, dresser, rug—the bedroom was empty save for those items, which didn’t surprise him because Mia was the least materialistic woman he’d ever met. She wouldn’t care for frilly curtains or designer furniture. The room was as no-nonsense as she was, and he appreciated that.
His gaze lingered on the perfectly made bed before shifting back to Mia. As cute as she looked in her black yoga pants and thin yellow tank, the garments didn’t mesh with what he had planned for her.
“Lose the clothes,” he told her. “Now.”
“Aren’t we bossy.”
“Yup. But we both know you like it, so don’t give me that indignant look, sugar. I want you naked and you wanna be naked, so let’s not waste time.”
The fact that she whipped off her shirt without a single complaint told him he’d been right about her. She liked letting him call the shots. It excited her. He could see it in her eyes, which burned with anticipation. And her cheeks, which were flushed with arousal.
She was out of her clothes in a heartbeat, standing before him in nothing but a bright red bra and skimpy black panties.
“What part of naked don’t you understand, Mia?”
“Are you going to take your clothes off too?”
“Maybe.”
“At least take off your shirt.”
He just smirked.
She crossed her arms in defiance. “I’m not taking anything else off until you lose the shirt.”
He supposed he could’ve argued, but he decided to throw her a bone. Very methodically, he began unbuttoning his plaid shirt.
Her eyes followed the movement of his fingers, those gorgeous green depths flickering with appreciation when he finally peeled open the shirt to reveal his bare chest. Her visible approval brought a rush of pure male satisfaction.
“Like what you see, darlin’?”
“Uh, duh. Dude, you’re shredded like lettuce.”
He threw his head back and laughed. Lord, he liked her.
She took a step closer, her fingers toying with the thin straps of her bra. Jackson’s mouth went drier than a desert and his pulse sped up as he waited for her to make a move.
Keeping her gaze locked with his, she reached behind her, undid the bra and let it fall to the floor.
He licked his dry lips. “Now the panties.”
Her fingers hooked in her waistband and the flimsy underwear joined her discarded bra on the hardwood.
“Lie down on the bed,” he said in a low voice.
Again, he got no argument. Mia climbed on the mattress and stretched out on her back, naked as the day she was born.
His gaze roamed her sleek golden skin, focusing on her puckered pink nipples before settling between her legs.
“Spread,” he told her. “Let me see your pussy.”
He could see her pulse throbbing in her throat as she slowly parted her thighs. Her glistening folds gave him an instant hard-on, drawing Mia’s attention to his groin.
“I think you should take off your pants,” she murmured.
He shook his head. “I think I should put my tongue on your pussy.”
She sucked in a breath. “You’re…not at all what I expected.”
Shrugging, he approached the bed with purposeful strides. “I get that a lot, sugar.”
He eased himself down on the edge of the mattress, searching her expression for any sign that she wasn’t into this. But all he detected was raw lust and the glow of excitement.
He knew he was a demanding lover, always had been, always would be. A lot of women weren’t on board with that, which was why he didn’t jump headfirst into sexual relationships the way his teammates did. He took the time to gauge his potential lovers, to make sure they could handle what he was going to give them, but Mia had passed his test the moment she’d let him get her off in a parking lot.
This woman liked to be dominated. She might not know it, not consciously anyway, but her body’s responses to his commanding nature told him everything he needed to know.
He placed his hand on her firm thigh, enjoying the way she shivered from his touch. He skimmed his fingers downward and dragged his thumb over her heated flesh.
She shivered again. “That feels good.”
He drew a la
zy figure eight on her clit, then crawled between her legs and pushed them apart.
Mia moaned the second his lips pressed against her pussy. Her breathing quickened, slender hips lifting and straining for contact.
Jackson gave her slit a long lick. Her sweet taste drew a groan of approval from his throat.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered. “I’m never leaving this bedroom, Mia. I’m gonna stay here between your thighs for the rest of my frickin’ life.”
Her soft laughter echoed in the room. “You won’t hear any complaints from me, sugar.”
Heart pounding like a jackhammer, he explored her pussy with his tongue. Licked the delicate lips, then pulled them open with his fingers so he could suckle on her clit. Her moans egged him on, her restless writhing made him chuckle with satisfaction. He hadn’t been lying—he wanted to lick her up from now ’til eternity.
“You’re scarily good at this,” she said hoarsely.
When he flicked his tongue over her clit, she let out a moan that vibrated against his lips. He promptly increased the tempo, tonguing her hard as his hand drifted to her opening. He pushed two fingers inside her hot channel and was rewarded with a cry of delight.
Lord, he wanted her to come all over his face. Wanted to taste her passion and hear her scream his name. But he paced himself, alternating between soft licks and hard suckling, the slow glide of one finger and the deep thrust of two. On and on it went, a gentle tease followed by a sensual assault, until Mia’s legs began to scissor on the mattress.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, attempting to push his face closer, which only made him raise his head.
“No! Don’t stop!”
She sounded so devastated he couldn’t help a laugh. “You wanna come, huh?”
“Yes, damn it!”
He licked his lips, which were coated with her juices, then sat up and moved to the head of the bed. Mia watched him in a haze of confusion as he got comfortable on his back.
“Are you kidding me?” she demanded.
“C’mere,” he said roughly, reaching for her. “I want you to sit on my face and come all over it.”
“Oh,” she squeaked.
“C’mon, don’t keep me waiting. I want your pussy.”
“Do people know how dirty you are?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Do they know that the gentleman thing is a total act?”
“I am a gentleman.” He peered up at her with an evil grin. “But I’m also a dirty motherfucker who wants you to rub your cunt all over his face. Got a problem with that?”
Her eyes went so wide he found himself laughing again. But the sound died in his throat when she positioned her knees on either side of his face and gave him exactly what he wanted.
He wasted no time devouring her. Mia braced her hands on the headboard, moving her hips and taking everything he had to offer.
His cock throbbed painfully, but he ignored it. Instead, he focused on the woman who was currently riding his face like a carnival ride. He loved every fuckin’ second of it. Mia’s husky moans, her swollen clit beneath his tongue, her wetness coating his chin.
“Oh my God…oh fuck…oh…ohhhh.”
The orgasm rocked her body and soaked his lips, and he lapped her up like a cat, so turned on he could barely breathe. Each time she shuddered, his cock twitched and his balls tingled. By the time her moans ebbed and her body stilled, he was so dangerously close to shooting his load that he had to think about baseball and carpeting for a full minute in order to stave off the release.
Mia slid off and collapsed beside him, letting out a contented purr that revved his engine all over again.
“You’re my hero,” she mumbled. “My mother-effing hero, Jackson.”
“Glad I could be of service.” He sat up with a grin. “Now what do you say we go out to the living room and order that pizza?”
Mia stared at him for a moment.
And then she flipped out.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
* * *
As Jackson continued to grin at her, Mia wondered if she’d somehow wound up on another planet. A planet where men got you nice and primed with a mind-blowing orgasm and then refused to have sex with you.
She didn’t miss the irony of it, either. She was the one who usually needed convincing, the one who reluctantly followed her lover into the bedroom and then ran her grocery list over in her head the entire time. But with Jackson, she was always begging for it.
Craving it.
And how could she not? The man was a sex god. He summoned orgasms out of her like a snake charmer luring a cobra from a box. The mere sight of him turned her on. Especially now, in all his bare-chested glory.
His torso was carved out of stone, for Pete’s sake. Sleek and defined, with hard pecs, a dusting of dark hair, and the tightest six-pack ever. Actually, make that a twelve-pack. She’d never seen abs with that many damn ripples.
“Seriously,” she grumbled. “Why aren’t you getting naked and having your way with me?”
His hesitation generated a spark of confusion.
“Why?” she pressed.
After a beat, he raked a hand through his hair. “I’m trying to take things slow. I don’t want to…”
She narrowed her eyes. “To what?”
“Scare you off.”
The confession only confused her further. “Why do you think you’d scare me off?”
“Because…” His tanned, muscular chest rose and fell as he took another breath. “I’m not into slow, sweet lovemaking, Mia. I like it rough and dirty and I’m not always gentle. I don’t wanna freak you out right off the bat.”
She searched his deep brown eyes, utterly fascinated by his words. They didn’t come as a surprise—God knew he’d already revealed some of that wicked dirtiness—but they didn’t scare her, either. She’d been having vanilla sex her whole life, and she was starting to wonder if maybe that had been part of the problem.
Maybe she wasn’t cut out for slow, sweet lovemaking, either.
“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” He watched her intently.
“I’m just wondering if the reason I always found sex boring is because I was having boring sex.”
Jackson reached up to rub his chin, which was still shiny with moisture. Her moisture. Because she’d just fucked his face and orgasmed on it.
“I want more,” she blurted out.
He cocked a brow. “Do you?”
She nodded.
“Are you sure about that? Because once we get on this ride, I won’t let you get off.” He flashed a roguish grin. “Well, you will get off. But what I’m saying is, we will see this through ’til the end.”
Mia swallowed. “What exactly do you plan on doing to me?”
“Everything,” he said simply. “And you’re gonna let me. You’re gonna give me full control. When we’re naked and alone, I call the shots.”
Another gulp. “And if I don’t like something?”
“Then I stop.” The sensual smile returned to his lips. “But I guarantee you’ll like it all. You’ll beg for more every time.”
Somehow she didn’t doubt that.
But at the same time, the idea of handing over control of her body was incredibly daunting.
He must have sensed her hesitation, because he slid closer and dragged one callused finger over her lips. “Now you see why I wanted to take things slow?”
She nodded again.
“Tell you what, why don’t we do a little warm-up? Give you a taste of what you can expect, and then you can decide if you wanna pursue this.”
“What do you consider a warm-up?”
His whiskey eyes burned seductively. “You’re gonna blow me.”
Her heartbeat accelerated, and damned if her mouth didn’t water.
Ever so slowly, Jackson slid off the bed and unbuckled his belt. “What do you say, sugar?”
Arousal tightened her throat and grabbed hold of her pussy. “Y-yes,” she stammered.
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“Good girl.” He eyed her sternly. “Now get on your knees and pull out my dick.”
Oh sweet Jesus.
The look in his eyes stole the breath right out of her lungs. Dark and dangerous and utterly sinful. She couldn’t believe she was letting him order her around like this.
She couldn’t believe it was turning her on.
Her entire body trembled as she scampered off the bed and sank to her knees, angling her face directly in front of his crotch. It was hard to unzip him with shaky fingers, but she somehow managed to pop open his jeans and tug on his waistband.
He kicked the Levis away, then took pity on her Jell-O hands by yanking down his black boxer-briefs.
Her gaze instantly swept over his gloriously naked body, so big and muscular and radiating sheer masculine power. Her breath hitched when his erect cock sprang up inches from her eyes.
A moan tore out of her throat.
He was pierced.
The sight of the silver ball bearings at the head of his cock got her so wet she could feel the moisture running down her thighs.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled.
He chuckled knowingly. “Think of how nice it’ll feel inside you. It’ll rub on your G-spot when I fuck you senseless.”
Her core tingled in response, suddenly aching for that very thing. She shivered involuntarily as she stared at his cock. He was hung like a damn bull, long and thick, the wicked piercing gleaming in the light streaming in through her pale blue curtains.
“But that’s later,” he said huskily. “Right now, you’re gonna open your mouth real wide.”
She did as he asked, feeling a tad silly as she knelt there with her mouth open awaiting his next demand. But he didn’t say another word. Instead, he grasped the root of his cock, took a step forward and guided the tip into her mouth.
Her lips parted even wider to accommodate his thick girth. When his piercing touched her tongue, she couldn’t help but give it a tiny lick, but that got her a sharp jerk on the hair.
“You don’t get to lick until I tell you, sugar,” he scolded.
Oh gosh. Who was this man? And why did his gruff commands make her heart pound this way? She’d never had a dominant lover before, and she’d never dreamed, not in a million years, that she would get off from being told what to do.
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