Too Hot to Handle by Aleah Barley Page B

darted out to catch it. The salty tang made her lips turn upward into a smile.
    All of her boyfriends had asked her to do this, and she’d always said no. There was something about the way they asked that was too commanding. Giving in would mean letting them know they’d won, that they were in charge. But Jack hadn’t asked.
    That, more than anything, warmed her heart.
    His fingers ran through her hair, pushing her head down closer to him. She licked her lips, moistening them carefully, then dropped her hands to her side and took him inside her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.
    For a moment, it was too much. He was too large, and she was too inexperienced. Then he began to pump—once, twice—and she lost herself in his momentum. Time dragged on around them, but for Honey it was all happening so fast.
    A low groan. He was almost there.
    Honey couldn’t stand it anymore. She pulled away.
    “Was—” Jack swallowed, struggling to control his breathing. “Was I being too rough?”
    “You were just right.” Her voice wavered slightly. She stood until she faced him straight on, her eyes level with his muscular chest. Another moment, and she’d lose her nerve. “I need you inside me.”
    “Honey—”
    “Don’t talk. I’m clean. I’m on birth control. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I am. So, just—”
    What? Have sex with her, ignoring all the possible consequences?
    Yes.
    “Never mind.”
    “I’m clean, too.” His mouth met hers, and she could taste her earlier orgasm on his lips.
    Jack pushed her back against the wall, lifting her slightly and entering her slowly. One hard inch at a time. She raised her feet off the ground, the force of his body against hers giving her the support she needed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him deeper.
    Every move Jack made was slow, purposeful. His hands moving across her body. His fingers digging into her skin. Her eyes widened. Then she was looking straight ahead into his face. Seeing his gaze locked on hers.
    She kissed him hard, desperate to feel his body moving against hers, harder, deeper—
    “Faster,” Honey said.
    “No.”
    “Faster,” she begged.
    “Not a chance,” he promised. “We’re going to take this slow.”
    He moved against her, friction taking him deeper. Making her feel every inch of him at once.
    “Damn,” she swore as flesh on flesh caused another orgasm to rock her body. Was she imagining things, or could she actually feel the pulse of him inside her?
    “Shh.” Jack kissed her again, silencing her for a long moment.
    He kept moving, faster now, in time to the music. A hand reached up, the callused pads on his fingers rough against her tender skin. He circled her nipple once, twice, before tweaking the hard nub. For a brief moment, pain made her cry out. Then she gasped as pleasure took over.
    No, no more crying out , she told herself. He was right. She was being too loud. She leaned into him, biting down on the top of his shoulder when he slammed forward again and she could feel the entire length of him pushing against her.
    It was Jack’s turn to moan. Sweat dripped down his back.
    “You are so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”
    Jack thought she was beautiful? Her cheeks burned. He was having sex with her, but it took his words to make her blush.
    “Tell me.”
    “Your butt is gorgeous. Your breasts—” Another tweak made her squeal. “Your breasts are enough to make me lose my mind. Then there’s your hair.”
    “My hair?”
    “It’s so damn bright. And your lips. I love your lips. I could eat them up.”
    He pressed his lips against hers, his teeth nicking her tongue and proving his point. “I don’t know if I can last any longer.”
    He wasn’t the only one. She could feel her body convulsing, his motions filling a need inside of her that she hadn’t known existed. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    “Don’t fight it.” An order, harsh and grating. “I like to