man. Knew his hot spots, his weak spots, the spots that drove him out of his mind. And she intended to take advantage of them all.
She led him up the stairs, into her darkened bedroom, and eased the door partly shut. Moonlight seeped in through her open blinds, providing just enough light she could make out the hungry look in his eyes. Stepping closer, Alyssa tucked her fingertips beneath the hem of his shirt and smiled again. Her nails danced across his abdomen. “You were right about one thing.”
“Which one was that?” His low whisper rasped through the room, sliding another layer of chills down Alyssa’s skin.
She dipped her fingers inside his waistband, brushing the thick head of his cock. Jayce let out a sharp hiss. His eyes closed, and his body tightened.
“I do want you.” Slowly, she released the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. His cock jutted forth from a nest of dark hair, thick and eager. “I want you hard as hell and aching for more.” She wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave him a firm squeeze. Just the way he liked. Hard enough to make him wince, then sliding slower, more softly to the tip. Jayce rose to his toes, fighting the shudder that vibrated against her palm.
Alyssa met his stare, thrilled by the raging desire she saw there. “Like that, baby?” she whispered.
* * *
Like it? Hell, she knew he did. And that was one fact Jayce hadn’t considered when he’d conceded to this little tryst. She knew how to manipulate him beyond reason. How one stroke of her thumb over the tip of his swollen head would have him sucking in air, swearing he’d never breathe right again, like he was doing now. Fighting back the deep, dark need she awakened.
But the endearment that tumbled off her lips dealt him a double-whammy. He spiraled back in time, back to when making love to Alyssa was far more than just fucking. Back to when he belonged to her, she to him, and McTavish was just the friend who covered for the both of them. Not the man who’d looked uncomfortable when Alyssa led Jayce out of the room.
Damn, he had no business being the interloper here. “Alyssa.”
Alyssa eased to her knees. “Yes?” Her breath whispered over his engorged erection. He tensed, knowing when those soft lips encircled him he’d lose all hope of walking out of this room and sparing McTavish the displeasure of having to share her. But oh, how he wanted to feel the warmth of her mouth, the flex of her tongue as she swallowed down his release.
“What is it, Jayce?” Alyssa asked, her lips feathering against his ready shaft. She slid her tongue from base to tip, and lifted her gaze to his.
Even in the dim light, he could see the bright glitter of desire behind her lowered lashes. Her parted lips hovered at the tip of his cock. His balls pulled in tight to his body, anticipation launching through him. “Take it,” he rasped as he pressed his hips forward. “Take me deep.”
The hint of a smile touched the corners of her eyes as she leaned forward and closed her mouth over him. But instead of letting him slide in to the back of her throat, she sucked at the tip. Not just any pressure, but the kind designed to turn a man inside out. Jayce’s vision blurred. He stumbled against the ecstasy and dropped one hand to her head, tangling his fingers through her soft hair, balancing even as his knees threatened to give.
“ Christ, ” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
As release threatened to explode through his system, she lessened the pressure of her mouth, opened a little wider, and took him inside. The velvety heat of her tongue sliding against his shaft as she drew him deeper threatened far more than his control. It filled him with the dangerous need to possess her. To fuck her beautiful mouth until she trembled with so much need she couldn’t ever think of McTavish pleasuring her again.
Jayce bit down the nonsensical urge and chewed on the inside of his cheek. This wasn’t about forever.
She led him up the stairs, into her darkened bedroom, and eased the door partly shut. Moonlight seeped in through her open blinds, providing just enough light she could make out the hungry look in his eyes. Stepping closer, Alyssa tucked her fingertips beneath the hem of his shirt and smiled again. Her nails danced across his abdomen. “You were right about one thing.”
“Which one was that?” His low whisper rasped through the room, sliding another layer of chills down Alyssa’s skin.
She dipped her fingers inside his waistband, brushing the thick head of his cock. Jayce let out a sharp hiss. His eyes closed, and his body tightened.
“I do want you.” Slowly, she released the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. His cock jutted forth from a nest of dark hair, thick and eager. “I want you hard as hell and aching for more.” She wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave him a firm squeeze. Just the way he liked. Hard enough to make him wince, then sliding slower, more softly to the tip. Jayce rose to his toes, fighting the shudder that vibrated against her palm.
Alyssa met his stare, thrilled by the raging desire she saw there. “Like that, baby?” she whispered.
* * *
Like it? Hell, she knew he did. And that was one fact Jayce hadn’t considered when he’d conceded to this little tryst. She knew how to manipulate him beyond reason. How one stroke of her thumb over the tip of his swollen head would have him sucking in air, swearing he’d never breathe right again, like he was doing now. Fighting back the deep, dark need she awakened.
But the endearment that tumbled off her lips dealt him a double-whammy. He spiraled back in time, back to when making love to Alyssa was far more than just fucking. Back to when he belonged to her, she to him, and McTavish was just the friend who covered for the both of them. Not the man who’d looked uncomfortable when Alyssa led Jayce out of the room.
Damn, he had no business being the interloper here. “Alyssa.”
Alyssa eased to her knees. “Yes?” Her breath whispered over his engorged erection. He tensed, knowing when those soft lips encircled him he’d lose all hope of walking out of this room and sparing McTavish the displeasure of having to share her. But oh, how he wanted to feel the warmth of her mouth, the flex of her tongue as she swallowed down his release.
“What is it, Jayce?” Alyssa asked, her lips feathering against his ready shaft. She slid her tongue from base to tip, and lifted her gaze to his.
Even in the dim light, he could see the bright glitter of desire behind her lowered lashes. Her parted lips hovered at the tip of his cock. His balls pulled in tight to his body, anticipation launching through him. “Take it,” he rasped as he pressed his hips forward. “Take me deep.”
The hint of a smile touched the corners of her eyes as she leaned forward and closed her mouth over him. But instead of letting him slide in to the back of her throat, she sucked at the tip. Not just any pressure, but the kind designed to turn a man inside out. Jayce’s vision blurred. He stumbled against the ecstasy and dropped one hand to her head, tangling his fingers through her soft hair, balancing even as his knees threatened to give.
“ Christ, ” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
As release threatened to explode through his system, she lessened the pressure of her mouth, opened a little wider, and took him inside. The velvety heat of her tongue sliding against his shaft as she drew him deeper threatened far more than his control. It filled him with the dangerous need to possess her. To fuck her beautiful mouth until she trembled with so much need she couldn’t ever think of McTavish pleasuring her again.
Jayce bit down the nonsensical urge and chewed on the inside of his cheek. This wasn’t about forever.
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