Dinner at Eight-epub

by Jess Dee

  And fuck knew he wanted a taste of those glorious globes.

  He made do with licking the outline of her six-pack, just like she’d done to him, and Ava tunneled her fingers through his hair with an appreciative moan.

  Her belly was hard beneath his mouth, her flesh firm, her skin satiny smooth. Tasting her only amplified his hunger. He didn’t stop when he met the elasticized waistband of her pants, which sat low on her hips. With the option to remove those pants unavailable—unless he used his teeth—Jared simply trailed kisses over the spandex.

  And when he reached the apex of her legs, a position he had no idea how he twisted his body into, he buried his nose against her pussy and inhaled deeply.

  Ava was aroused. Even through the flimsy material of her pants, he could smell it. And fuck knew it did crazy things to his equilibrium.

  Jared sat back on his feet, shuffled forward and nuzzled where his nose had been, scraping his teeth over her covered mound, and when she whimpered and thrust against him, he opened his mouth to suckle what he could.

  “Oh God. Jared!” She buried her fingers in his hair, holding his face to her.

  “Take ’em off.” He wanted to say more, be more explicit in his directions, but that would mean using his mouth for something other than kissing or exploring, and he simply wasn’t of such generous spirit.

  Jared traced the seam of her pants with his tongue, trying to feel every curve and nuance of her groin. He stopped where he imagined her clit to be and resumed his suckling.

  Ava writhed against his mouth, undulating her hips, but then the swaying stopped, became jerky. Her hands freed him.

  “Off,” he growled, but the instruction was unnecessary. She was already rolling the stretchy fabric over her hips.

  When she kicked the pants away, Jared’s heart went into overdrive all over again. Her panties barely covered her mound, offering Jared a gorgeous view of toned thighs and hip bones that jutted out on either side of a flat belly.

  The scent of her arousal was stronger now, more intoxicating than her shampoo, and every muscle in his body twitched with the need to taste her, intimately.

  As she threaded her fingers back into his short hair, he dipped in and ran his tongue along the seam of her pussy, beautifully outlined by the silk of her underwear. He pressed his nose to her clit, both rubbing against it and inhaling at the same time, and Ava made a wordless sound above him.

  Not enough. Not even close to enough.

  Desperate for his hands and rendered half useless without them, he grasped the elastic waist with his teeth and yanked downward.

  Jared was rewarded with a passing view of neatly trimmed pubic hair. But his effort was useless. Much as he wanted the panties gone, he couldn’t complete the job alone. He cursed his helplessness. “Off.” Desire and need reduced him to a Neanderthal. He couldn’t even string a sentence together. “Please.”

  The please must have worked, because Ava hooked a thumb on each side of the panties and rolled them down her legs.

  The breath left his lungs in a whoosh. For long seconds he could do nothing but stare. Those ridiculous shirts she wore hid a goddess. A work of art. Ava was nothing less than magnificent.

  “Christ, Torres—” He wasn’t worthy. “You’re…” Words failed him. Calling her the most beautiful woman on earth could not do her justice. “You’re…” He just shook his head, awed.

  “I’m aroused, Jar.” Her voice sounded thick. And hearing it only turned him on more. “And wet.”

  His mouth filled with saliva so fast he had to swallow it down.

  “And I haven’t been touched by a man in almost a year.”

  “Can’t touch you, baby.” Not tied up like this. “But I can taste you.” And he did. He buried his face between her legs and licked her clit.

  Ava yelped.

  “So fucking delicious.” He nudged her thighs with his nose, first one, then the other. “Open for me.”

  When she widened her stance, he dug in with a vengeance, dipping his head even lower to run his tongue between her legs, right in the center of her slick, hot folds.

  Christ, she hadn’t lied. She was wet, and the taste of her cream made his muscles contract hard enough to cramp. She was sweet too. So damn sweet. Delicious.

  Jared feasted, gorging on her succulent cunt. He licked every fold, found every drop of her cream and searched for more inside her pussy, slipping his tongue in as far as he could go.

  So rapt was he in his banquet, he barely noticed when Ava threw one leg over his shoulder and clutched at his head…for balance? The digging of her nails into his scalp registered as nothing more than a light tickle.

  What he did notice was how wide she’d opened herself up to him and how rhythmically she swayed her hips against his face.

  He noticed how her folds seemed to swell beneath his tongue and how the longer he licked her, the faster she swayed. He noticed her moans echoing off the walls, the purest music he’d ever heard. Her ragged breath, coupled with the sound of his name, sent shivers up his spine and blood to his cock.

  Jared flattened his tongue and laved it over her bare clit.

  Ava screamed his name.

  He did it again, and this time her scream was wordless. She shoved her pussy in his face. Jared bathed her clit with his tongue, adding minute amounts of pressure with each lick.

  Her screams were replaced with a soft chant. “Oh God. Oh God, oh God.”

  Fuck, his balls were heavy, like rocks hanging beneath his cock. And his shaft leaked pre-come like a trickling tap.

  He licked harder.

  “Jared!”

  Every muscle in her body tensed.

  “OhGodohGod.”

  She began to tremble.

  “Ohohoh…” Ava shoved her pussy against his tongue and froze. “Oooooooh!” She came in a gush, her nails digging ever deeper into his scalp.

  He licked her through it, wondering how the most delicious taste in the world had just gotten sweeter.

  The weight on his shoulder increased, as though she didn’t have the strength to carry herself and had sagged against him. Which suited Jared just fine. He squared his shoulders, loving the burden. Happily accepting it as his due. And he licked her until she twitched once, twice and then a third time, before jerking her hips away from his face with a pained groan.

  Her knees shook as she slid her leg off him, and her grip tightened on his head as she tried to gain her balance. But then she gave a breathless laugh and collapsed in a pile on her knees before him, her cheeks flushed, her lips pulled in a smile, and her fire-filled eyes glazed over in dreamy contentedness.

  Chapter Eight

  Ava came back to herself in slow increments. Her breathing slowed, her heart rate settled from a wide gallop to a steady trot, and bit by bit, sensation returned to her limbs. For long, enthralling moments, she’d been aware of nothing but the pleasure detonating in her core and radiating outward.

  Now she began to make sense of what she saw. It wasn’t just a colorful blur behind heavy lids. Nope, the blinding white was Jared’s teeth, framed by the dusky pink of his swollen lips.

  The man’s face was creased in a smile, self-satisfaction painted all over it.

  “Don’t go getting all full of yourself, Thurston.” Her voice was huskier than usual. “One quick orgasm does not make you the word’s greatest lover.”

  “Maybe not.” His smile didn’t drop for a second. “But then you wouldn’t know, ’cause that orgasm—” He whistled softly. “It went on and on and on…”

  “Smug bastard.” But she said it with a smile, because Jared was right. She’d climaxed for what felt like forever. And holy cow, what a climax. Like a supernova had exploded inside her.

  “I bet I could make you come for even longer next time.”

  She lifted a lazy eyelid in his direction. “Next time?”

  “Now.” With fluid grace, Jared kicked his feet out from under him, stretched his legs and lay back on the floor, his arms pi
nned beneath him. “I’d kneel before you on all fours and show you exactly what I mean, but without my hands, I’d land on my face.”

  Ava pictured him face-planting in her lap and repressed a giggle. “Gee, that’d be attractive.” Then she had to repress a shiver, because if he face-planted in her lap, his mouth would be near her pussy, and he could make her come all over again.

  And suddenly Ava wanted very much to do just that—come again, on Jared’s mouth and tongue.

  “But if you knelt over me,” Jared continued, as though Ava hadn’t just laughed at him or imagined another orgasm, mere minutes after her last, “and lowered your delicious cunt to my face, I could make you come even longer and harder than the first time.” His brown eyes glinted with self-assuredness, and damned if that confidence didn’t turn her on even more.

  It wasn’t arrogance, or worse, aggression. It was just an absolute conviction that he could bring her pleasure again.

  “I don’t think you could,” Ava challenged, not believing a word she said.

  He grinned. “Well, sure you don’t. That’s because you’ve never come so hard before.”

  Oh, man, she’d walked right into that one.

  “But come here and throw your knee over my face. I’ll prove you wrong.”

  Ava clenched her thighs together as the ache in her pussy throbbed and grew. She’d just had an orgasm of nine on the Richter scale and was already considering trying out for number two.

  “And what if you can’t prove me wrong?”

  “Then my punishment will be that I have to do whatever you want me to do to you. As many times as you want it.”

  Ooh, she liked the idea of that. “And if you can prove me wrong?”

  His grin grew even smugger. “Then I have to do whatever you want me to do to you. As many times as you want it.”

  “Your terms are intriguing.” And a deal clincher.

  “I have one other term.”

  “And that is?”

  “I need a kiss before I start.”

  And wouldn’t you know, the second he voiced his need, a matching one unfurled in her chest. “You’re on, buddy.”

  On rubbery limbs, she climbed up his body, bracketing his waist with her legs and his shoulders with her arms.

  Jared groaned into her mouth as their lips met, their tongues tangling instantly. The kiss was hot and sultry and salty. He tasted different from before, less like Jared and more like…sex.

  Her sex.

  The thought had her body tightening in places she didn’t know could tighten. And tingling in ways she didn’t know could tingle. And Jared’s kiss only made her tighten and tingle more.

  She almost cried out in frustration when he broke it, but then he shuffled beneath her, somehow pulling himself along the floor and the length of her body, until his face lay beneath her breasts. And when his mouth found one tight nipple and tugged on it, she wasn’t sure whose moan rent the air. His, or hers?

  If she’d thought her breasts had been sensitive on Monday night after their first kiss, the desire ricocheting through her now put that sensitivity in the shade. Her nerve endings practically vibrated as he suckled and kissed and licked.

  “I beg of you, Av,” Jared panted beneath her, “please, don’t hide the girls again. They are so…fucking…sexy.” He scraped his teeth over a nipple, and Ava felt a resounding pull in her groin. “I’m so damn hard, so turned on…” Then he wasn’t talking anymore. His mouth explored every inch of her chest, his tongue, his lips and his teeth eliciting wild groans from her.

  Gradually Ava became aware his exploration had broadened. The kisses he trailed over her skin were landing on her sternum and her belly.

  Jared was shuffling beneath her again, moving down her torso, his head lifting off the floor to reach her bare skin.

  Fearing he’d injure his neck, Ava tilted her body, angling her hips downward, and Jared growled in satisfaction as his mouth trailed from her belly button to her pussy. The second he hit pay dirt, it was game on.

  Again.

  His tongue was silvery hot as it found her clit, setting fire to her loins when he licked her. Flames flared at the point of contact, billowing out to engulf her entire body. He licked until she trembled with the onset of orgasm, but seconds before it hit, he deserted her clit for newer pastures, leaving her hanging on the precipice.

  Ava yelped, disappointment seeping deep into her bones…until his lips closed over hers—her lower ones, still swollen and wet from her climax—and kissed her once again. He made love to her with his mouth, plunging his tongue inside her, suckling her folds, dragging that same tongue over every inch of her pussy, until the climb to orgasm began again.

  Ava rode his face like a woman possessed, rocking her hips faster and faster and pressing down, seeking that pleasure he’d promised. Demanding it.

  This time, she refused to let him to stop mid-action. He wouldn’t leave her hanging.

  No, sir-ree.

  This time Ava would find relief in the heat of his tongue.

  And dear God, that tongue. It conducted symphonies between her legs. Music built to a crescendo in her groin.

  Close, so close. Just one more plunge of his tongue inside her, one more naughty nip of her pussy lip with his teeth, one more sweep…

  Jared turned his head to the side, denying her any of it.

  She screamed in disbelief, robbed once again of her impending orgasm.

  The bastard left her hanging.

  Her arms and legs shook so violently she thought she might collapse in a twitching, disgruntled heap on top of him. Never had she wanted anything more in her life. Never.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and gulped in oxygen. “J-Jared,” she panted. “Please…” Oh God, please.

  He laughed. The sound vibrated through his body, his chest knocking against her thighs.

  Disbelief rendered her speechless. She could do nothing but grit her teeth and…throb. She ached for release. Needed it. Craved it. She’d die if she didn’t get it.

  Jared moved beneath her, turning his head, and there it was. Wet heat playing along her clit, tingling through her pussy.

  The tremors in her limbs increased. A strange keening sound echoed from her throat.

  He teased her, his touch so light she barely felt it. It was torture. Hideous, ugly, sweet, delicious torture. Liquid pooled in her pussy, trickling down her inner thigh.

  She was going to cry. Going to break down and weep from the torment.

  And then Jared flattened his tongue and licked her from slit to clit and back again, over and over, relentless in his delivery of pleasure.

  Ava broke on a sob. She came, and came and came, his name reverberating off the walls and ringing in her ears.

  She came so hard, time lost meaning. The world lost color. She saw only flashes of white and black and red.

  After an eternity passed, and the violent pulsing began to ebb and fade, her limbs finally gave out. With the very last ounce of energy she possessed, Ava managed to twist to the side, so when she fell to the floor in a boneless heap, she didn’t smother Jared.

  Apart from the heaving gusts of breath she gulped into her lungs, only one sound registered. The smug, sensual laughter of her best friend.

  “I proved you wrong.” Jared waited until Ava stopped trembling before he spoke. It took a while. A long, satisfying while.

  A soft smile played on her lips. “Apparently.”

  “You didn’t think I would.”

  She shrugged lazily, her breasts wobbling with the movement. “I’d hoped.”

  “When it comes to your pleasure, baby, I intend to always make you come harder and longer than the last time.”

  “You have…uh, a drop of…me, just here.” She pointed to the side of her mouth.

  He touched his tongue to the corresponding spot on his face and found she was right. He licked it off. “Mmm.”

  “Flirt.” Her eyes darkened even as her tone chided.

  “You taste bet
ter than any of your cookies.” Jared rolled onto his side, relieving the pressure on his arms.

  “And you would know, since you ate almost every one in my store.”

  “I’d sacrifice them all for another taste of you.”

  Ava pressed her legs together with a shiver. “Too sensitive right now.”

  “I’m a patient man.” Still not comfortable, he sat up and bum-shuffled along the floor until his back was pressed against the sofa. “I can wait.” Ah, better. At least blood flowed through to his arms now.

  “How patient?” Mischief danced on Ava’s face as she too sat up.

  If it meant getting another taste of her delicious cunt? As patient as she needed him to be. “Very.”

  She eyed his erection thoughtfully—and wouldn’t you know, the blood that had almost brought feeling back to his arms drained south. “Patient enough that you’d sit back quietly while I found something to eat?”

  “Hungry, baby?”

  “Starving.”

  He glanced at his groin. “I have something to satisfy your appetite right here.”

  “So it would appear. But I’m looking for something a little sweeter. Creamier.”

  “I can give you creamy.” A whole mouthful of it. All she need do was wrap those luscious lips around his cock.

  “I need something cold.” Leisurely, she pushed herself up, until she stood above him.

  And fuck knew, Ava wasn’t the only hungry one in that moment. With her toned limbs, flat stomach and gorgeous, large breasts, Jared was ravenous—for her.

  She flashed him an impish smile. “You go ahead and get rid of your pants—and whatever else you may have on underneath them, and I’ll take care of my craving.”

  With that, she turned her back on him and walked the hottest body in Australia into the open-plan kitchen. She was all sleek skin and firm ass, and Jared about bust a nut watching her go.

  His frustrated growl echoed off the walls. Whose brilliant fucking idea was it to tie his hands behind his back, anyway?

  “Problem, Jar?” she asked as she opened the freezer door.

  “I never pegged you for a tease before, Torres.”