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

it over your nipples. Hot, wet, my mouth is on you. My tongue glides over first one nipple and then the other. My breath is hot as I breathe you in. You’re so hot, baby. I want to rip your clothes off.”

“Yes.” Her breath caught, before she started breathing heavily. “Touch me, Jack. I want to feel your mouth on me, your teeth on my nipples. It feels so good.”

“You taste so sweet. It lays on my tongue so easily, so heady. I could come just from sucking on your nipples. Slowly, I roll your nipple between my finger and thumb; baby, do it. Pinch them. I want them hard. As hard as my cock is for you right now.

“I slide my other hand down to your pussy. Stroke you through the tight denim. You’re so hot, I can feel it through the material. My fingers burn to sink into that wet heat, but I don’t. I want you to be begging me to come, I want to hear you scream my name as you come apart from me licking and stroking. I need to feel you come from just my touch. My thumb swirls on your clit, teasing, pressing harder and harder as I feel the tremble racing through you.” Jack groaned, his fingers tightening on his cock.

He could almost taste her, the images in vivid color in his mind. “Yes, touch me, Gilli, take my cock in your hand. Stroke it. Slow, easy. I want to prolong the pleasure. Build it until I can’t see straight. There’s just you and me.”

“Hard, hot Jack, like silk in my hand. I want you. I need you to fuck me, please.”

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered. “Undo the snap on your jeans and the zipper. I want them open, so I can slide my hand inside. Oh, you’re hot, wet already. I can feel the throb of your desire beneath my fingertips. Silky panties—how sinfully delicious, Gillian. They glide beneath my touch, brushing over your clit. I pull your panties aside and slip a finger inside, yes. So tight, so wet for me, aren’t you? You want my hard cock in you, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Mm, I’m licking your essence off my fingers. I can taste your sweetness, your nectar.”

“More.” Gillian’s broken whisper was like a stroke along his cock. “I need more, please.”

“Taste yourself, taste how sweet you are, how addictive you are. I want to see you lick my fingers, taste yourself so I can kiss you. Do it, God yes, it’s so sexy, so hot. I could almost come just from watching you lick my fingers.”

“Jack!” Gillian gasped, her voice cracking before she screamed his name out. Shuddering, Jack squeezed the head of his cock, the slight pain bringing some focus—he didn’t want to come just yet.

“Yes, come apart in my arms.” He encouraged her. “The jeans have to go, rip them off, I want you on your knees, want to see your pussy. Lean forward, on your chest. Yeah, just like that, baby, rub your clit. I want to lick that tight pussy. So good. You can’t imagine how good it is, Gilli, I could do this all day. I’m licking your legs, your sweet cunt. Feels so good don’t it, baby?”

“I didn’t know it could feel this good. Right … oh God!” Her tiny yelp of pleasure stroked along his cock, pushing him closer to the brink. “Do you want me to suck your cock? Take it deep in my mouth and get it all wet? Milk you dry with my throat?”

“Later. Right now I just want to slide into you so deep you can feel the pulse of its head against the hot, wet folds of your cervix.” Jack growled, his fist pumping his cock faster and faster.

“Shit.” Jack slammed back to reality with the sudden, violent pounding on his office door.

“What?” Confusion and lust tangled Gillian’s voice in his ear.

“Someone’s at my office door. Hang on a second.” Jack tried to harness his rapid breathing as the door opened and Lenny stuck his head in.

“You okay, Jack?”

“Fine, was there something you needed?” Jack ground out, hoping Lenny couldn’t see over the top of his desk.

“We have a meeting in a couple of minutes. Sally said you were busy so I wanted to remind you. Finish that call and get into the break room.” The door clicked shut on Lenny’s retreating figure.

Jack groaned and pressed the receiver to his ear. “I gotta run. I’m off duty in thirteen hours.” He glanced at the clock. “How ‘bout I come over tomorrow night and we can finish this.”

“Really?”

“I’ll be there, hard, hot, and wanting you spread out on your bed,” Jack admitted as he struggled to control the arousal flooding his body. Tucking the phone beneath his shoulder and ear, he winced as he forced his cock back into his pants and pulled his shirt over the top. “You’re on till seven, so eight okay?”

“Eight is great.” Disappointment colored her voice. “And we’ll finish this, right?”

“You got it, baby. Gotta run before someone else comes barging in, but I’ll be dreaming of you tonight, baby. See you tomorrow.”

Jack hung up and glared at the door for a few moments. He rose to his feet and grimaced at the still uncomfortable state of his semi-flaccid dick. Only the boys around him would have the balls to deflate him just as he was getting ready to come with his girl. Grabbing his notepad, pen, and coffee cup, he headed for the meeting, the silent promise of finally having Gillian the only thing keeping him from ripping someone’s head off.

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Humming to the music playing on her CD player, Gillian lounged back in the hot, floral-scented bathwater. Her toes tapped against the porcelain tub, her mind filled with Jack’s guttural voice. Frustrated, horny, she’d retreated to the bath to alleviate the need thrumming through her. However, the bath wasn’t working. Every time she closed her eyes she could hear Jack.

She jumped