French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

her pink clit once more, sucking and fucking her, getting lost in the giving and receiving, but keenly aware that she was mouthing his cock more and more passionately. Deeper, deeper, she pulled him in until he thought the tip of his erection must be touching her throat. God, yes, baby, suck me. He moved against her, too, fucking her sweet mouth as he worked the tool in her cunt, pushing it farther into her, determined to fill her pussy as well as he was filling her mouth.

Her breath grew heavier; her sounds of passion came with more abandon. Jack tried to hold onto his sanity and not come until she did, but it was hard because she sucked his cock so damn well. Her labored breathing only added to his excitement, increased the tension pulling his entire body taut as a clothesline. He thought for sure he would lose it when finally he heard her coming, moaning against his dick and fucking his mouth and the pink toy hard, hard, hard as she cried out. God, how much longer could he stand it? He worked to concentrate on her orgasm, thrusting the vibrator in time with her passionate cries, watching the way she worked her pelvis, absorbing the heated bliss in her expression.

Only when he was reasonably sure her ecstasy had waned did he give up the fight and let himself go, warning her, “I’m gonna come, darlin’, I’m gonna come hard.” He thought she might release him from her encircling lips, but she didn’t, so his hot seed emptied into her throat as she continued sucking, sucking, through each heated wave of the orgasm, somehow taking him to heaven and back all over again with just that one generous act.

When he’d emptied completely and she finally let loose of him, he looked down into her face, saw the remnants of white fluid at one corner of her mouth, and thought—God, she’s astounding. He instantly needed to hold her—it wasn’t a wish or a desire, but simply a thing he had to do. He reached for her and she came to him, turning in the bed so they were face to face.

He reached up one thumb to wipe her lip, and then held his thumb upright between them so she could see what he’d rubbed away. To his surprise, she wrapped her hand around his, licking the white off, looking just as heated as if she were still licking his cock.

She was killing him.

Of course, she’d been like this—this exciting, this hungry—from nearly the moment they’d met, but he thought all her sensuality was having some sort of cumulative effect on him. The more wild, sexy things she did with him, the more amazed he became.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “Do you know how fuckin’ hot you get me, chere?”

Her smile was laced with sensuality and her voice came out whispery sexy. “In case you haven’t noticed, you get me pretty hot, too.”

He smiled back, into her eyes. “A snowball effect, I guess. I get you hot, you get me hot, and it just keeps on growin’.”

She nodded, her expression turning almost sheepish. “I love my new vibrator.”

He nuzzled her, one hand drifting down to caress the curve of her hip as he let his wicked thought out in a low, raspy voice. “You liked havin’ two cocks at once, didn’t you?”

To his surprise, she actually blushed. He couldn’t help laughing as he ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face. “Darlin’, I can’t understand how you can suddenly turn shy with me.”

She laughed a little, too, as if realizing how little sense it made. “All this is so new,” she explained. “Most of the time it seems as natural as breathing, like something that’s been inside me all along, just waiting to get out. But I still have little moments when I can’t quite believe this is me.”

“It’s definitely you, all right, lovely chere. ‘Cause you’re right—it comes to you as easy as breathin’ and I love the way you follow your instincts and take every ounce of pleasure you can when we’re together. And I loved fillin’ you up with two cocks at the same time.”

She half-laughed, half-purred at him. “It was … almost overwhelming. But in a very good way.”

He flashed a sexy smile. “Ah, where were you back when I was a college boy tryin’ to find a girl who wanted it that way?”

Her look was questioning and he realized he’d been thinking out loud and would now have to explain. “You remember my friend, Ty—you met him that first day in my office.”

She nodded. “He was…memorable.” Then she flinched softly, as if perhaps she’d said something she shouldn’t have.

He laughed. “It’s all right, darlin’, I’m not the jealous type. All the ladies want to get in Ty’s blue jeans.”

“Well then, all right, yes, I’ll admit I found him very attractive.”

He grinned, liking that she would be that honest with him, and maybe he was even a little turned on, given the story he was about to tell her. “We met in college, were roommates—became best friends. Anyway, we had this bad habit of goin’ for the same girls, and we always joked that we needed to find one who’d let us share her, you know…let us fuck her at the same time. It became a fantasy, somethin’ we both wanted to do, at least once, but we never found a girl who was into it.”

“Was there a time limit,” she began, sounding speculative, “to the fantasy?” She raised her eyebrows flirtatiously.

He rested his head on the pillow, watching her every move, look, wanting to make sure he wasn’t misreading her. “No. No time limit.”

Then she cast him a playful sideways glance. “Well, that’s good. You never know when someone willing will come along.”

Down below, his cock perked to life a little. He ran one fingertip down the ridge of her breast, letting it play about the pink nipple, which