All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 by Kelly Jamieson Page B

she whispered. She rolled over and up onto her knees, pushing him to his back. “Oh wait.”
    He watched her climb off the bed with a frown tugging his brows. “I have condoms,” he said.
    “I know. And I have this.” She turned and held up a little bullet vibrator, a wicked smile tipping up the corners of her mouth.
    Oh yeah. He swallowed.
    His gaze raked up and down her naked body as she approached the bed—full breasts on a narrow ribcage, tipped with plump tawny nipples that made heat spear through his balls just looking at them. Fuck.
    Her torso dipped into a small waist then curved out into less-than-generous hips. He knew her ass cheeks were small but exceedingly firm and round. Slender arms and legs moved gracefully and he could now see the dancer’s training in the way she moved.
    Back on the bed, she climbed between his legs and he accommodated her by spreading them. His cock lay on his belly, solid and thick. For a moment she looked at his goods, and excitement punched through his system.
    She licked her lips. “You have a beautiful cock,” she whispered and reached out to him again. It leaped at her touch and her fingers circled him. “Jeez,” she said. “It’s thick as my wrist.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked several times rapidly. “Um. Wow.”
    She pumped his shaft several times, watching, and then yes, praise the Lord, she leaned down to take him in her mouth. Her lips parted over the tapered head and gave a soft suck. “Mmm.” Heat rushed through his body, his skin prickling all over.
    His girth stretched her lips wide as she tried to sink lower on him, and she paused to lick him all over, getting him nice and wet. Every stroke of her tongue sent heat shimmering through his body, his balls torturously tight. She lifted his prick to lick the underside and gave his balls a teasing swipe that drew a low groan from him.
    She looked up at him and their eyes met as her tongue came out again and again, each swipe making him tremble even more. The corners of her mouth tilted up until she opened wide and took him in again.
    “Yeah,” he growled. “Suck me.”
    She wrapped her hand around the base and bobbed her head up and down, each pull and drag assaulting him with pleasure. With each lowering of her head she tried to take him deeper, but he could tell already there wasn’t going to be any deep throating here. She was relaxing her throat as much as she could, but her jaw wouldn’t open wide enough. She let him slide from her mouth. Looking up at him again, lips wet and shiny, she said, “I can’t take you any deeper.”
    “It’s okay,” he rasped. “It feels incredible.” He covered her hand with his to tighten her grasp a little more. “Yeah, like that.”
    She began to suck him again, her hand moving in time with her mouth. Her eyes drifted closed and she worked to take him as deep as she could until the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and her throat squeezed him. She came up and off him quickly, gasping, and his entire body pulsed with heat. She blinked at him, her eyes wet.
    “That was so good, baby. But take it easy.” He reached out to push damp strands of hair off her face with one hand then used the other to gather her hair at the back of her head. He held it there for her as she bent again. “Easy.”
    This time she kissed his shaft, soft open-mouthed kisses up and down the length, then right on the tip. His abs tightened. She lapped at him again, then sucked more, going deep again.
    “Christ, you look like you love doing that,” he whispered, fingers tightening in her hair.
    She opened her eyes and looked up at him and gave a little nod, her mouth still full of him. Fuck, that was hot—such a classy, elegant girl all messed up and on her knees, sucking his cock.
    God, he wanted more, more of her mouth, her wetness, the pressure of her lips and tongue on him. And then her bottom teeth grazed over the rim of his cock and his