Five Alarm Lust by Elise Whyles (reading cloud ebooks .TXT) 📗

trembling. Every ounce of her focused on the action between her legs. She could feel the hot rush of his breath against her, the stubble on his jaw, the slide of a droplet of sweat. Still, it was the teasing movement within her that held her captive.

“Guh, Jack, please.” Gillian reached for him, her fingers scrambling across her naked body. What she asked for she had no idea, she could only pray he knew. “Please, I don’t…”

“Let go, Gilli. Come on, baby, let it happen.” Jack pulled his finger back, his voice guttural. “I want to see you come, I want to taste you as you fly. Damn, you’re hot, sexy, I want to see you get off.”

Gillian shook her head, her hair a wild tangled mess sticking to her sweat-slicked flesh. To let go would be bad. She wasn’t anything like… Her train of thought stuttered to a halt before derailing completely from the tracks with the crook of the finger he had buried inside her. A shockwave of pleasure ripped through her with enough force for her to feel it in her toes. Stumbling over a moan, she panted, her nails digging into the bedding, her body hanging by a thread.

She whimpered in protest when he withdrew and moaned in pleasure when he sank slowly back into her depths with two fingers. Stuttering out a broken plea, she shook with the force of desire as he crooked his fingers with each measured movement in and out. In, out, again and again until she was ready to scream. Lungs burning with the need for oxygen, she hovered on the brink, desire and fear warring. With each slow movement of his fingers, desire edged out the fear. Her hips bucked at the glide of his tongue across her clit, his fingers pressing into her flanks. He licked along the sensitive bud, each motion in tandem with the movement of his fingers.

Gillian gasped, her world shattering into a million shards of white hot light behind her eyelids. Every muscle tensed, trembling again and again with each wave of pleasure radiating from her center. Her mind spun wildly, her universe a focused dot on the pulsing between her legs. Each brush of his fingers prolonged the pleasure, his tongue lapping at her clit until she was once more on the edge. Her thighs trembled as he pressed them into the sheets, his tongue delving deep into her cunt. “Oh God, stop, please, I can’t…” Gillian sobbed, her body undulating beneath his ministrations.

“Gillian, you’re beautiful.” From the distance, Jack’s murmur against her ear barely penetrated the fog of pleasure in her mind. A trembling hand reached for his forearm, her nails curving into the tanned flesh as she felt him stir.

She whimpered at the cool draft on the moist flesh between her legs and barely had time to exhale before she could feel him move. The flat, thick head of his condom-encased cock pressed in inch by inch until she could feel the tickle of his groin hair against her. A garbled scream flew from her lips when he rolled his hips, his hard cock bumping against her sweet spot. She groaned at the brush of his pelvis against her clit.

His murmurs swam in a warm haze of pleasure as he pulled back before thrusting forward again and again. Every movement of his hips drove her closer and closer to the brink of paradise until she felt his body tense. The slow, sweet glide of his cock into her sped up, harsh grunts mixed with hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck down to her breasts. His tongue laved at a puckered nipple.

“Yes.” Gillian clung to his shoulders, her hips undulating. Following his nudging, she lifted one thigh and wrapped her leg around his hip as he thrust forward. Her scream of pleasure was swallowed by his hot kiss. His tongue dueled with hers as he slammed again and again into her. Fingers bit into her flesh, control seeming to have deserted him.

“Yes, so hot, wet.” His guttural encouragement only added fuel to the fire raging in her blood. “Damn, I’m gonna come.”

“Please.” Gillian sobbed, her body hovering on the precipice for a split second as he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in her pussy, his body wracked by shudders. The hot splash of his ejaculate pulsed against her cervix as he hovered over her body. Gillian groaned in pleasure and fell. This is what it’s supposed to feel like. The errant thought filtered through the haze a moment before she came. Her body splintering into shards of pleasure so intense it took her breath away.

With a muted groan, he sank onto her, his breath hot and moist in the crook of her neck. His fingers caught hers, interlocking them as he pressed them deeper into the bed. A moment later he wrapped an arm across her waist and rolled over, leaving his weight on his side as he pulled her closer to him.

Icy fear crept through her as he reached for the lights. She jumped when they went out, her body tensing. What now? What’s the protocol in this situation?

“Quit thinking so loud.” Jack pressed a kiss to her temple. “Sleep, Gilli, just sleep for now.”

Gillian closed her eyes but doubted she’d get any sleep. Exhaustion, however, hovered, eager to claim her. Long after Jack had slipped into sleep, his soft snore filling her head, she struggled against the warmth of sleep.

Chapter 4

Gillian jerked awake and slowed her ragged breathing. She rolled over, her fingers scrambling for her glasses. The hot, solid weight of a body next to her sent a bolt of terror through her.

“Oh God, what did I do?” Her pitiful whisper did little to ease her mind. Inching away from the man in her bed, she sighed at the feel of a corner of a dressing table. Her fingers scrambled over it to find her glasses. Relief flooded her at the familiar weight of them. Slipping them