Boys Of Summer: Sliding Home / Fever Pitch / The Sweet Spot. Leslie Kelly
few steps.”
“Uh-uh.” No way she was going to slow down, to give him a chance to reconsider. To start talking again. Not before she’d tasted him, imprinted his hot, musky flavor in her brain and sucked on that powerful ridge straining against his zipper.
“Let me,” she whispered, wondering if he realized she was begging…not just trying to seduce him. “Please don’t stop me.”
“You’re joking, right?” he asked with a laugh that sounded more like a groan.
That was all the permission she needed. Janie didn’t look up anymore, completely focused on touching, tasting…taking.
Her hands didn’t even shake as she reached for his waistband, though she moaned when her fingers brushed against his huge erection. Or maybe he did. Maybe they both did.
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, watching wide-eyed with her heart pounding loud enough to drown out every sound except her own choppy breaths. Then slowly, carefully, she unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants, tugging them—and his black boxer briefs—down to his lean hips.
“Oh, God.” She gasped at the sight of his sex—long and erect—jutting mere inches from her face. Her lips. Her tongue.
“I’m dying here,” he groaned, twining his hands in her hair. But he didn’t tug her close, didn’t try to force her in any way.
Which made her want him even more.
Janie smiled, moving closer. “Don’t stop me,” she mumbled, meaning it. She wanted to take him all the way. Wanted to suck him until he exploded into the back of her throat, then arouse him all over again so he could screw her into mindless oblivion.
But right before she touched her lips and tongue to that smooth, vulnerable skin, he muttered, “Can I at least know the name of the woman who, I suspect, is about to make me feel really, really good?”
She didn’t look up, didn’t think, barely even paused. “It’s Janie,” she muttered. “Just Janie.”
Then she closed her mouth over the tip of his thick, delicious erection and sucked him into her mouth.
WITH A VELVETY smooth tongue and two petal-soft lips wrapped around his cock, Riley couldn’t concentrate on much of anything except the pleasure. The wetness. The suction and the licking. The sweet coos of delight she made, as if she were getting off on this every bit as much as he was.
Then her hands got involved, stroking him, lightly running her fingers over his balls, cupping his ass. And all the while taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, as if she wanted to drink him down, swallow him dry.
He’d never experienced anything like this. Never. Not with his ex, not with past girlfriends, not with any woman he’d picked up for a mindless lay. He’d never felt completely savored like he did right now, with this sexy little woman who looked like an angel and sucked like a professional.
“This is amazing,” he whispered, closing his eyes and dropping his head back, his entire body nearly shuddering with delight. “You’re amazing, Janie.”
Janie. Janie?
Suddenly reality kicked him in the gut. Because everything came together.
Riley’s eyes flew open. Blinking a couple of times, he tried to focus until the ceiling tiles came into view. The little bit of blood not centered directly in his dick finally flowed into his brain and it shifted into gear.
“Hell,” he said, instantly stiffening everywhere else he wasn’t already hard as a rock.
Looking down, he realized what he should have known from the start. This woman on her knees giving him the best blow job he’d ever had was the sweet nursing home volunteer he’d met a couple of months ago. His grandfather’s darling. The one he’d figured for a twenty-year-old. “Stop,” he croaked.
She heard, but must have thought he was stopping her for another reason—because he was close to finishing. Any other woman he’d been intimate with would have stopped at that. With this one, it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. She stroked faster, sucked harder, not letting him pull away, practically demanding that he let himself go.
He wasn’t a damn saint and the urge to come nearly overwhelmed him, especially because she seemed to want him to explode right in her mouth. But something was wrong here—this whole thing was not what it seemed.
So even though he felt certain his head was gonna blow off, Riley finally managed to get the message across by putting one firm hand on her shoulder and another on her cheek. And with great reluctance, he put an end to one of the most sinfully pleasurable interludes he’d ever experienced.
* * *
THOUGH FOR A SECOND Janie wondered if Riley Kelleher had stopped her so he could plunge into her and lose himself inside her aching body, one look at his face told her she was wrong.
With a groan that sounded as though it had been ripped from deep within him, he yanked up his trousers and stepped away from her. As if a few inches weren’t enough, he shuffled backward, putting a good two feet of space between them.
Staring at one another, they both heaved in a few deep breaths. Janie slowly rose to her feet, keeping herself from lunging back into his arms by digging her nails into her palms. Riley tilted his head back and thrust his hand through his thick hair, visibly trying to grab some control.
She didn’t want him controlled. She wanted him helpless with desire. Overwhelmed, just as he’d been a few moments before.
But it was too late. It was gone. The intensity, the need…it had left him.
She’d failed. Janie had enjoyed every second of what she’d just done to him, but he, apparently, had not. The most erotic foreplay she could think of hadn’t made him rip her clothes off with pure animal passion. So short of ripping her clothes off, herself, she wasn’t quite sure how to push him over the edge.
The knowledge that the most intense oral sex she’d ever attempted hadn’t been enough was deflating, to say the least. Especially because she’d liked it so much.
“I know you,” he eventually muttered. “My grandfather…”
“Yes.”
“You’re that girl.”
“That woman,” she clarified.
Finally meeting her eyes again, he looked her over, studying her intently. “I didn’t recognize you.”
“I know.”
His body stiffening almost imperceptibly, he said, “Was that the point? Me not recognizing you?”
Janie couldn’t deny it, not while her head was still spinning and her chest still heaving. “Yes. That was the point.”
Her honesty seemed to surprise him. His brow furrowing in confusion, he asked, “Why?”
“Maybe to make sure you realized I am not a girl.”
He nodded slowly. “I get the picture.” Then, his eyes narrowing, he added, “I obviously didn’t see you for who you really are, is that it?”
She merely nodded, willing him to see her now. See the woman who wanted him so desperately.
“So having made your point, are we done?”
Done? Good grief, she was nowhere near done with everything she wanted to do with this man. Not that she was ready to admit that out loud. One outrageously stolen intimacy had about used up her bravado for this evening.
“You paid me back for thinking you were a little innocent student or something. Now we’re even. Is that right?” His voice sounded tense, almost angry. Whether he’d wanted her or not five minutes