The Hierarchy of Needs (The Portland Rebels #2) by Rebecca Grace Allen Page B

all hers. She skated her hands up his legs, caressing his skin and the downy blond hair on his belly and thighs. She’d been waiting for this too long to rush it, but the way his cock jutted toward her suggested Dean wasn’t interested in being teased.
    She gripped the base with one hand and waited one last delicious second, looking up at the hunger in his eyes before closing hers and sucking the head into her mouth.
    He groaned. Jamie smiled before taking him deeper, one long plunge that brought her lips to her fist.
    “Jesus, Jamie,” he whispered. “Goddamn.”
    She did it again, enjoying the heavy feel of him in her mouth and the sound of his panted breaths, then dipped her head to lick slowly up the underside of his shaft. A flick over the head. Hand lowering to cup and stroke his balls. A sharp hiss drew her gaze upward. Dean’s eyes were fixed on her. His parted lips spoke volumes.
    “Like that?” she asked.
    He responded with a quick, silent nod. Jamie dragged her tongue along her palm and slicked it over him, pumping his rigid flesh until he moaned and his eyes fell shut.
    God, it was such a rush. Such a fucking high to see him like that, weak with pleasure.
    She went back to work, and it wasn’t long until his hips were moving in time with her hand and mouth. A tremor ran through his legs as if he were holding back, wanting to plunge deeper but not letting himself.
    She didn’t want him polite. She wanted him unhinged. Frantic.
    She drew back long enough to murmur, “Take what you want, Dean.”
    One whispered curse was all the warning she had before he dug his hands into her curls, fingers tightening into fists against her scalp. He held her in place as he set the pace, fucking her mouth. Jamie moaned in response around him, loving the feeling of being so brutally, unapologetically used.
    “You like this,” he choked out. “Show me how much.”
    She moaned again, and his next grunt broke on a shudder. His eyes drifted shut before snapping open again, like he was battling the urge to close them so he could keep watching.
    He lost the fight.
    His eyes slammed shut as he let out a hoarse groan, and Jamie welcomed the tang of his release. On her knees and immobile, she’d never felt more powerful, more wanted. She drew his orgasm out with deeper pulls of her lips and tongue, easing off when his grip in her hair loosened and his breath rushed out, gasping, spent.
    She licked her lips and grinned up at him. “Have I sufficiently repaid you now?”
    Dean peeled his eyes open, still short of breath. “For the moment.”
    He drew her up by her elbows and wrapped his arms around her. Surprisingly sweet kisses lingered and grew deeper as he palmed her waist, his thumbs skimming over her belly. Jamie squirmed.
    “Something you want?” he asked between kisses.
    “You might be satisfied, big boy, but I’m going nuts over here.”
    Dean’s smile spread beneath their kiss, and then he was quietly unbuttoning her jeans, patient as he pulled the zipper down.
    Jamie went up on her tiptoes when he dragged the fabric down her legs, stepping out of them as he kicked off his boots and shoved their clothes to the side. He was completely naked while she was still in her bra and panties, but he didn’t seem in any way the vulnerable one, so big and burly and driving her crazy with his tongue. She lowered her hands to score his backside with her nails. He answered by making a leash out of her hair and snapping her head backward.
    Jamie grunted, tiny shivers coursing through her.
    “What is it about this?” he asked. “Why do you like it so much?”
    She swayed slightly, sinking into the decadent pinch. “I don’t know. Feels good.”
    “Hmmm.” He bent his head to her breast and nipped at her nipple through the satin. “I think it’s more than that.”
    “You’re the Casanova,” she replied. “You tell me.”
    He pressed himself fully against her, holding her between his body and the wall.
    “I think