The Expert’s Guide to Driving a Man Wild (Bluebonnet #3)(69)
Author: Jessica Clare

Slipping a finger down between her legs, he pushed past the bunched fabric at her thighs and stroked at the wet lips of her sex with his forefinger before sinking deeper, seeking her heat. He sank it deep and then moved his mouth back to her clit, sucking hard even as he began to drive his finger in and out of her.

She whimpered, her thighs quivering around him. “Oh, Grant. Oh, f**k yes.”

Brenna was close. He could tell by the way little quivers were beginning to drag at his finger deep inside her. His tongue picked up the pace, slicking and teasing at her cl*t faster than before. His finger slammed into her warmth. She clenched around him and gave a high-pitched scream, and he felt her clenching and dragging at his finger, the power of her orgasm making her entire body shake. He continued to lick her, dragging every ounce of pleasure from her that he could, until she was heaving for breath and pushing his face away.

“Oh wow,” she breathed after a long moment. “Oh wow. Just wow.”

He sat up slowly, his own need a fierce ache, and watched her with intense pleasure. She looked flushed and delicious. Her hair had fallen from her clip and was strewn about her shoulders, and her jeans were bunched down on her hips, her shirt tugged up, revealing her pale, smooth belly. Grant licked his lips, tasting the remnants of her pleasure. “Feel better?”

“God, yes.” She gave a sensual stretch, grinning at him. “That was just what I needed to take the edge off things.” Her gaze slid to his lap. “You must be positively aching, though. Want me to fix that for you?”

And she slid toward him, her hand going to his tented pants, a sultry smile on her lips.

Grant sucked in a breath, entranced by that wicked look on her face. “You don’t have to—”

“Duh.” She leaned over toward him and rubbed a hand up and down his length. “But this monster’s calling to me, I admit. And it’s only fair that I take care of you, don’t you think? Then we can get home and really have some fun.”

He wanted to. More than anything. His gaze went to the empty road. A few cars had whizzed past, but no one had stopped to assist. No one would see, just like no one had seen him going down on her moments ago. So why was he hesitating?

She made up his mind for him. With a wicked giggle, she reached for the release on his seat, and he went backward with a thump. Then her hands were on his belt and she quickly undid it and his zipper. Moments later, she was pulling his c**k out of his boxers with a satisfied sigh, and she swiped her tongue across the head.

Pleasure burst through him at her touch.

“Poor dear. You’re so very hard for me, aren’t you? Look at how much this c**k aches,” she murmured, dragging her tongue over his length and licking him like a delicious treat. “It needs relief.”

“Good thing you’re here,” he said raggedly. His hand stroked her cheek, even though he desperately wanted to push down on the back of her head and cram his c**k into her mouth, watch her take him deep.

As if sensing his thoughts, she gave him another small smile and then opened her mouth, sinking down on him.

He groaned at the fierce wash of pleasure that shot through him, unable to stop watching her as she sucked him deep. Her cheeks hollowed, and he felt an incredible suction on his cock. Unable to contain himself, he pulled back against her head. “I’m about to come, Brenna. Don’t—”

She popped off him immediately, looking up at him in surprise. “Don’t what? Deep throat you? Really?” Grant reached for his c**k to stroke himself off, but she stopped him. “Don’t you want to come in my mouth?”

“More than anything.”

Brenna moved down so close that her breath hummed along his skin. “Don’t want me to take you deep in my throat?”

“Brenna,” he rasped. “I’m close—”

“Or maybe you wanted to come on my face?” She leaned in so her lips brushed his c**k while she talked. “Get your come all over my lips and my cheeks—”

A snarl broke from his lips and he pushed at her head. Eagerly—almost greedily—she took him into her mouth again, and he pushed at the back of her head, sinking his c**k deep into her mouth. Her throat worked around him and it was too much—he came with a rush, groaning out her name as his cum flooded her mouth. That evil, evil suction broke and she released him, her throat working to swallow. And Grant fell back in his seat.

Damn. That had been amazing. He gave her a stunned look.

Brenna sat up, wiping the corners of her mouth with delicate fingertips and looking extremely pleased with herself. “That was so sexy, Grant. You’re making me turned on all over again.” And she gave an excited wiggle in her seat. “Now I want to have sex again.”

He bit out a laugh. “We’re never going to get home at this rate.”

“Oh, I’ll let you drive the rest of the way home,” she said languidly, and ran her hands up her front, cupping her br**sts. “But the rest of me is going to want some attention when we get there.”

“I can do that,” he murmured, then flipped his seat back into the upright position and started the car again. “Buckle up, because we’re going to drive fast. We’re even going to go the speed limit down this road.”

“You wild man, you!” Her throaty laugh of pleasure only spurred him on.

They made it back to the cabin in record time. By the time he pulled into the gravel parking lot, his c**k was hard again and Brenna was squirming in her seat, telling him all the dirty things she wanted to do to him. The woman didn’t know the meaning of patience . . . and that was just fine with him, really. More than fine.

He hauled out of the car, not caring that he hadn’t parked straight, and then Brenna was jumping out of the car next to him, before he could open her door. She gave him a mischievous smile and held out her hand.

He took it and instead of holding her hand, he hauled her into his arms, swinging her legs over his elbow.

She squealed in protest, her arms going to his shoulders. “What’s this for?”

“So you don’t get away.”

“After that car ride? I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

Grant strode across the grounds, Brenna cradled in his arms. When he got to his porch, he turned so she could twist the doorknob for him, and then he pushed the door open with his foot.

“Home sweet junky home,” Brenna announced. “Get ready for a makeover.”