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The Expert's Guide to Driving a Man Wild (Bluebonnet #3)(14)
Author: Jessica Clare

She laughed and rolled her h*ps a bit, as if trying to rock against his fingers. “If it hurt, it wouldn’t be in. It just makes everything more . . . sensitive. In a good way.”

Well, now he had to test that. He touched the piercing with his finger and stroked the flesh around it.

Brenna sucked in a breath.

He dipped a finger to the well of her pu**y and felt how slick and wet she was. He took some of that wetness and moved back up to her piercing and began to press with gentle fingers, rubbing the ball of the piercing against her clit.

She groaned, her eyelids fluttering shut again, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Use your tongue.”

The visual of doing that to her nearly flattened him and he ran his other hand over the hard ridge of his cock. He was barely aware that he was still in trousers and wearing most of his shirt. Meanwhile, the woman beneath him was na**d and wriggling and slick with need.

He stood up, intending to strip out of his clothing, and was gratified by her disappointed whimper.

“Save that for me,” she told him breathlessly. “We’re not finished with our game.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He knelt between her thighs again, lowering his face toward the sweet tangle of curls, and he felt the tension rising in her body. He wanted to make this good for her. For some reason, it was important that he not f**k this up.

Grant placed a hand on one of her thighs and slowly lifted it to his shoulder, then repeated the motion with her other leg, until he was cradled so close to her damp flesh that he could practically breathe in her scent. Then he grasped her h*ps with his hands and tugged her the rest of the distance, bringing her to his mouth.

She was delicious. Salty and wet, her pearly skin flushed with heat. He nuzzled through the curls and searched out that piercing with the tip of his tongue again. When he found it, he began to roll it back and forth over his tongue in sweeping strokes, paying attention to her clit, and making sure that his movements set the little ball rolling over it, back and forth.

He barely heard the sounds of her moans, lost in his own world between her thighs. That piercing fascinated him, and he couldn’t resist playing with it, flicking it with his tongue, and then using the hardened tip of his tongue to seek out the nub of flesh underneath. Her fingers dug into his hair and she yanked, but she wasn’t telling him no, so he continued to tease her. Her h*ps bucked with need and the piercing banged against his teeth, startling him.

“Need you inside me,” she breathed. “Deep.”

But Grant wasn’t done playing. He’d give her a little more of what she wanted, though. He continued to tongue her cl*t and her piercing and placed two fingers together at the entrance to her core and thrust.

She jolted, keening her desire. The hands in his hair became more frantic. “Yes,” she moaned, the sound almost triumphant. “Oh God. Please, Grant.”

He thrust again, and then began a slow and steady rhythm, working his fingers in and out of her pu**y, feeling the excited little quivers running through her. He changed the rhythm of his tongue, moving to slow little circles around her clit, then lapping at it again. Then circles. Then more tonguing.

Brenna was writhing in his arms, breathing his name over and over again, her h*ps trembling against him. He felt a spasm jerk through her body, and then she clenched around his fingers, sucking them deeper and holding him as her body stiffened in an intense orgasm. She made a soft choking sound, as if she’d lost all the air in her lungs, and her h*ps rose off the bed, pressing hard against his constantly working tongue, milking the orgasm. He watched her even as he continued to pleasure her, fascinated by her reaction. She was so incredibly abandoned and unselfconscious. It was stunning to watch her lose control.

And when it was over, she stiffened and collapsed on the bed, gasping and panting heavily. “Oh. Wow. Just wow,” she laughed, the sound breathy and satisfied. “That was a fun game. Fun for one of us, anyhow.”

He had to agree with that. While it had been pleasurable for him, too, his c**k was so hard that it was almost painful. “I’ll get the condoms.”

She grabbed a handful of his shirt before he could move away. “Not yet, naughty boy. It’s my turn to play a game.”

He groaned and moved back toward her, kissing her fiercely. “I’m about past the time for games, Brenna. Feel how hard I am.” He took her hand and guided it to his aching cock, resisting the urge to start grinding against her hand. “I need this.”

“Oh, I plan on satisfying you, Grant Markham,” she said in a throaty, pleased purr. Her fingers tugged at his shirt, and she found a button still in its hole and ripped it free. “But now it’s my turn to play Guess the Piercing.”

“I don’t have any piercings,” he said, his voice rasping and harsh.

She shrugged. “Half the fun is the game. Don’t ruin it for me with spoilers.” And she gave his shoulders a push, indicating that he should lie back on the bed.

He was in agony, his c**k so hard that his entire body ached. But he was fascinated by how self-assured and take charge she was in the bedroom, and damn it all if he didn’t want to play this game, too. The thought of Brenna exploring his body with her mouth? He almost came in his pants just thinking about it. “I’ll come if you touch me. It’s been too long.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t jerked off in five years?”

“Brenna.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“What do you think?”

She gave him a sultry look and ran a finger down his cock. “I think it’s a no, because you usually seem like you need to loosen up. I guess we need to take the edge off then, hmm? Because I know I’m not done playing.” She rubbed him again and then grinned. “What’s your recovery time been like in the past? Does your cannon normally fire a single shot?”

He stared at her, almost speechless.

“You don’t know? That makes you a single-shot kind of guy after all. Pity.” Her fingers wrapped around his cock, flexing around the hard length. “I bet we can break that record for you.”

He was about to come in his pants if she kept touching him. And she was talking but he was having a hard time following the conversation.

But then she unzipped his pants and hauled them down his thighs, dragging his boxers with them. His c**k sprang free, engorged, the head dark red and wet with pr**cum.

“Mama like,” she said again in that breathy, pleased tone that made goose bumps move down his arms. He was literally a hair-trigger away from coming. The smallest touch and—

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