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

groaned at Rick’s statement. Ignoring the teasing from the other two men, he studied the crowd. Men and women gyrated on the dance floor—skimpily dressed women flaunted their breasts, wiggling their asses. The scene left him cold as he drained his beer and ordered another. As confusing as being with Gillian was, it just felt right. He wasn’t about to give it up, no matter how his friends talked.

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Jack groaned as he eyed the clouds rolling in. He could hear the radio playing a soft tune in the background. The muted sounds filled his bedroom, the song comforting—reminding him of the loving home he’d grown up in. Absently, his thumb traced over his cell phone. The number burned into his mind. Gillian’s tentative smile as she gave it to him enough to make him burn to take her.

He set the phone on the nightstand and rose. He pealed layer after layer off until he was naked and then slid beneath the cool sheets of his bed. His pillow felt the brunt of his frustration as he punched it before flopping back. Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? She was everything he had always avoided. But there was something about her he just couldn’t shake off. What surprised him was he didn’t want to pass her off as some trophy.

Whispering a soft good night, he closed his eyes, tugging the thin blankets up over his bare chest. He snuggled deeper into the bed, his mind racing with thoughts.

Satin scarves drift through his fingers, wrapping around his wrists. The scarlet stands out against the pale alabaster of her flesh. Sweat beads in the dips and hollows of her body.

“Please.” Whimpers of need fill the air. The flickering dance of candles casts a pale glow over the room, over her flesh. Ragged breaths ghost over his neck, her hands held in place with one of his, her body undulating beneath him.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.” She sobs with need, her heel drags up his calf, her fingers clenching and unclenching against his fist. Her dark eyes hold desperation, lust, fire. He shudders when she arches upward, the soft curls between her legs brushing against his balls. His fingers trail a path down her body and he jerks at the moist heat he encounters. Swollen folds open like a rosebud beneath his touch. A languid push and her flesh yields to him, his finger sliding into her slick heat with ease.

“God, yes, more, Jack. More.”

“What do you want, baby, tell me?” He nips at her belly, relishing each contraction of muscle, each moan.

“Another finger, I want to feel you deep within me. I want to feel as though it’s your cock in me. I want to be fucked!”

“Good girl,” Jack grunts, sliding another finger into her moist depths. He gasps when she tightens around his fingers, a rush of moisture dampening his hand. Glancing up, he watches Gillian. Her head thrown back, mouth open on a soundless cry. Eyes squeeze shut, her nails digging into the back of his hand.

The sight of her coming undone is enough to stir his already aching cock. With a groan he slips his fingers free of her core and toward his lips so he can lick the sweetness off. His fingers loosen, releasing her hands. Instantly, he grunts. She clutches at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him as she pushes.

He finds himself on his back and stares into her dark gaze.

“You wanna be on top?” Lying back, he hopes she doesn’t pick up on the agony spearing his body from his throbbing cock. He wants her. Wants to be buried so deep she can’t retreat.

“I wanna play,” Gillian whispers in his ear, her teeth catching the lobe and nibbling on it for a second before she slides down his body. Her fingers trail through the hair on his chest, nails scraping over his nipples. Each slow glide enough to drive him closer and closer to the brink.

He grits his teeth and inhales sharply when her tongue darts out to lick along the lines of his pectoral muscles. Hot, wet, her mouth drifts over his skin, her tongue swirling and teasing. Each movement pushes him closer to ejaculation. Grabbing for her, he groans when she catches his hands.

“Nuh-uh,” Gillian laughs. “It’s my turn.”

Jack moans at the first soft lick of her tongue over the engorged head of his dick. She cups him, her fingers tightening and releasing. Her tongue slides up and down, the coolness of her breath drawing shivers up his spine. “Damn, baby, you have to…”

“Shh,” Gillian whispers against his cock, her lips teasing him. “I have to do nothing. Come on, you know you want it. Tell me what you want, Jack, hmm? Do you want me to take this huge, delicious cock and swallow it? Want to feel the back of my throat with it? I bet you want me to suck on it. Isn’t that right?”

“Baby, Gilli, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

Gillian offers him a naughty smile, her lips turning up at the corners as she bends her head. She keeps his gaze and slides the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling under it. He lurches upward when her tongue slips into the slit at the top, flicking at the opening with languid movements before flattening out to lick it.

“Mm, just like a lollipop, honey. So sweet and sexy, delicious.”

His body burning, Jack digs his heels into the bed as she slides her head down on his shaft. Her lips wrap tight around him, tongue laving him.

“I’m gonna come soon.” Jack whimpers, his fingers pulling at the sheets. “Jesus, baby, I don’t wanna come in your mouth, I wanna…” His breath catches when she pauses, her nose burying in the hairs of his groin. Swallowing, his eyes locked on hers, he shudders when she moans, the vibrations enough to send bolts of white-hot heat through him. He clutches at her and throws