“Holy shit,” she said softly. “You’re hotter than I thought you’d be.”
He couldn’t help laughing as he grabbed a handful of condoms from the box, tossed them on the bed, and found her mouth with his again.
This time he rolled so he was beneath her, his hands free to cup her breasts while her hands roamed over his chest. She lifted her head, stared into his eyes, and held his gaze. Once again Baz sucked in air when JJ’s fingers slid into the waistband of his jeans, flipping the button free. He had to still her when she started yanking on the zipper.
“Careful,” he said with a grin.
“Off,” she demanded. “I want you inside me.”
Those words from her mouth nearly made him come in his jeans like a damn teenager.
They also helped to spur him as they managed to shuck the rest of their clothes. Baz had no time to admire her, but he knew there would be time for it later. After. After they quelled this overwhelming urge that had been building to impossible levels these last few weeks.
While JJ unhooked her bra and freed her breasts, Baz rolled on the condom, then gripped her hips and positioned her over him.
“Ride me, JJ,” he whispered. “Take me inside you.”
He gasped when her soft, cool fingers wrapped around his cock, guiding him to the wet heat between her thighs. As she eased down on him, he held his breath, afraid if he moved he would come.
Tight, hot. Fuck.
And then she was moving. A gentle rocking of her hips as he sank deeper inside her. Staring up, he watched raptly as her body did a sensual roll, her nipples hard points that beckoned his mouth.
“Different angle,” she groaned.
Baz pulled her down to him, their lips melding as she rocked her hips, changing the angle of her pelvis so he could slide deeper inside her. Impossibly deep.
Heaven.
This had to be heaven because Baz had never felt anything this good in his life. Her soft skin sliding over his, her pussy milking his cock. The tight, wet sheath sending pleasure to every nerve ending.
Baz let her control the pace, let her ride him as they both soared on that intense high that came with two bodies aligning so perfectly.
JJ was the one to break the kiss, sitting up, her hands pressed to his chest as she rolled her hips, taking him deep inside her. Baz could only watch the sensual way she moved, her auburn hair sliding over her shoulders. Gripping her hips, he guided her forward, back, ensuring he filled her completely as the pace increased, her rhythm never slipping.
When her eyes opened, her gaze locking with his, Baz pressed his thumb to her clit, circled the tiny bundle of nerves. Her lips parted, chest heaving with the soft gasps that told him she was close.
“Come for me, JJ,” he urged. “Let me watch you come.”
She did.
JJ’s back bowed, her tits thrust forward, hair hanging down so it tickled his thighs. Her pussy clamped down on him, a velvet fist that dragged his release from him on a strangled groan.
“I knew it’d be good,” she mumbled when she fell on top of him, her head resting on his chest. “Just didn’t know it’d be that good.”
Baz smiled in the dark.
Just wait until she found out what he had in store for her next.
***JJ was hesitant to get up, hating to break the blissful afterglow of phenomenal sex, but she knew it couldn’t be helped.
She pressed her lips to Baz’s chest, pushed herself up.
“You dispose of that,” she said, nodding toward his condom-clad dick, which was, holy mother, still erect and quite impressive. “And I will order pizza.”
Baz sat up. “You givin’ up on me already?”
“You’re tellin’ me you’re already up for round two?” she countered.
“And three. Four, too.”
She narrowed her eyes, studied him for a moment. “How old are you, Baz?”
He got to his feet. “If you wanted to know badly enough, you would’ve looked it up yourself.”
Yes, she would have. But JJ hadn’t done it because … well, because she had the sneaking suspicion he was younger than she was. And as long as she didn’t know his age for certain, she couldn’t use that as her excuse.
“Fine,” she said, grabbing his T-shirt from where it lay on top of her pants. “I don’t wanna know.”
Rather than put her own clothes back on, she pulled his shirt on, ensuring he saw her do it. Two reasons for that, of course. One, it would keep him eager because she had nothing on beneath it. And two, he would have to go shirtless. A man with a body like that should be forbidden to wear clothes.
“Did you bring your laptop?” she called out as she left him behind in her bedroom.
“Yep.”
“Good. We need to work.”
