Most Likely to Score

“I don’t believe I was stopping you before. I think you’re the one who wanted to skip straight to the main attraction.”

“Woman, are you challenging me? I will go down on you right now.”

“You will?”

I nod. “Why do you act like that’s surprising?”

She quirks up an eyebrow. “Because I probably taste like a condom?”

“There’s really only one way to find out.”

I slide down her body, bring my face to her sweet paradise, and give her a kiss then a lick. There is a faint taste of rubber, but it fades in seconds and I’m left with the delicious taste of her. Sweet, salty, sexy. She tastes like the woman I’ve wanted to touch so badly. The woman who just came hard underneath me. She moans and moves, arching her hips against my face as I flick my tongue, as I lick long, devouring lines up her hot, wet center.

Twisting and writhing, she’s like a belly dancer as I eat her. She can’t lie still, and it’s fucking fantastic because it makes me work harder, it makes me keep up with her as she rocks into me, tangling her hips and legs around my face. I swear by the time she’s nearing the edge, she’s practically on her side in some bizarre new position.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she cries out in a chant, yanking me closer, coming on my lips.

Afterward, she murmurs for several long seconds as I untangle from her, rolling her to her back. “Damn, you get into it.”

She flashes me a satisfied smile, her eyes still glossy and hazy. “What can I say? I kind of like everything you do to me.”

“Kind of?”

“Kind of a lot.”

“Good, because I’m going to do that again, and soon. You taste like perfection. But I also would like to fuck you.”

I bring my hand to my dick and stroke. Her eyes drift down and she stares hungrily. “That’s so hot,” she whispers as I run my hand along my length. “I want to watch you do that someday.”

“Yeah? You do?”

She nods. “I’ve gotten off to that.”

My eyes bulge. “You have?”

“Sometimes I picture you touching me, but one of my go-tos is imagining you’re doing the same. That you’re jerking off to thoughts of me. I imagine you in your shower, getting off as you picture me. And that pretty much makes me come in seconds.”

I swear my dick grows impossibly harder as she says that. Harder and insistent. I let go and yank her up on all fours. “Then I will make sure you get to watch it someday, you sexy, pervy, perfect woman. But right now, I need to get inside you again.”

She lowers herself to her elbows, lifting her fantastic heart-shaped ass high in the air. Damn. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, swatting her cheek.

She lets out a sexy yelp, and I bite down on the soft flesh. My reward is a long moan, and I find another condom quickly.

Once it’s on, I grab her hips and shove into her. We groan at the same time.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” I tell her as she turns her face, watching us from underneath me. That sends a wicked charge down my spine as I pump into her, setting a relentless pace.

“So do you. You look so good on your knees fucking me deep.”

“Jesus. What a filthy mouth.” I’m burning up. Her shamelessness turns me on even more, makes desire prickle all over me.

I fuck her like I’ve always wanted to. With her offering her body, giving herself over.

Soon enough, she grabs at the white sheets, curling her fingers around the fabric, losing control in a beautiful orgasm that lasts for ages. Mine stretches on and on, too, as I join her on the other side.

Minutes later, she’s still breathing hard as she runs a hand through her hair. “You’re like an animal.”

I blow on my fingers and rub them across my chest. “I will take that as a compliment. And I’m sweating now. And thirsty. Thanks for the workout.”

I head to the bathroom, pour a glass of water for myself then one more for her, and return to the bed, offering a cup to Jillian. As we drink, my mind trips back to earlier in the night, something I heard her friend say.

“What was the deal with your buddy and the elementary school? The water pipes or something?”

She scoots up against the pillows, setting her glass on the nightstand. “He does press for the local NBA team and they pay for sporting goods and things like that at one of the inner-city schools. From what he was hearing, it sounds like the water pipes burst and the summer program for the fourth-grade kids who go there will be closed unexpectedly tomorrow. They have teachers to supervise the kids, but nowhere to go.”

I furrow my brow. “That must suck for the parents. I remember when I was younger and schools had to close. My parents scrambled without any day care.”

Jillian nods thoughtfully. “It’s a real problem for working parents, especially with little kids.”

“Do you know if Andre figured out what to do? If there’s anything to do?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t. Do you have something in mind?”

The cogs are turning. I tap my temple. “I do, actually.”

I tell her my idea, and she beams. “You’d do that?”

“Of course. It’s hard to be a working parent. That’s one of the hardest things in the world.”

She flashes a sweet smile and reaches for her phone. “Let me call him.” Before she unlocks the screen, she clears her throat. “Do you need to go?”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you kicking me out?”

Her hair whips back and forth as she shakes her head. “No, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

I flop back down on the bed, full monty–style, and park my hands behind my head. “You can presume all you want with me. For instance, presume I want to give you more orgasms. Presume I want to spend the night. Presume I haven’t remotely had my fill of you.”

As she makes her call, I down the rest of the water and flick on ESPN, checking out baseball scores and pre-season reports as she talks to her friend. She covers the phone a few times and asks me questions. I nod and tell her yes, yes, and yes.

When she’s done, she sets a hand on my chest. “You have the biggest heart.”

“Tell me something else that’s big.”

She laughs, spreading her fingers over my pecs. “You’re so ridiculous.”

“But it is big.”

Reaching for my dick, she squeezes it. “You know it is.” Letting go, she tiptoes her fingers up my belly. “I might need to take you for a ride again. I presume you can go for a third round.”

I scoff. “Yes, you really ought to take me for another test drive.”

She wriggles her eyebrows, and I lean closer, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. When we separate, I run my fingers down her bare arm. “Hey, what did you want to talk about before? I got a little distracted by your pussy in my mouth. A good distraction.”

“Yes, and I was distracted by petting your wiener.”

I pump a fist in victory. “I knew the wiener was irresistible.”

A soft laugh falls from her lips before she goes quiet for a moment. She motions from me to her. “But seriously. We need to talk about this. About what it means.” She pauses and raises her chin as if she’s toughening up. “What it doesn’t mean.”

I don’t like the sound of the second half, but I know she’s right. “Okay, talk.”