Handyman. Jodi Lynn Copeland
her. Grinning, he used his fingers to spread her labia farther apart and eased the shaft of the vibrator inside her instead.
Lissa gasped with the penetration. Then moaned, loud and long, when he rocked the dildo deep inside her, bringing the buzzing bunny ears right back tight to her clit. He gave her a handful of seconds to adjust to the overload of sensation, and then added his tongue to the mix, licking the wet flesh surrounding the vibrator. Dipping between the bunny ears to nibble at her clit.
She bucked hard against his mouth. The dildo slipped farther inside her. Her breath caught loudly. “I’m going to come,” she wailed. “I don’t want to come.”
Thad’s licking stopped short. He lifted his head to eye her over the wall of sheets. Fuck, if that wasn’t a mistake.
She had those huge tits in her hands, her fingers wrapped around the nipples. Pinching, pulling, tugging them into furiously hard, red points. She’d managed to get his zipper undone and his cock partway out of his boxers when they’d been messing around on the bed. Now it twitched hard, escaping his clothes entirely. One look at her freckled cheeks and blood-swollen lips and he knew he wouldn’t be delaying her order a second longer. He needed to get his dick inside her before he came on the carpet.
Only, by the sounds of things, she’d changed her mind about that order.
Holding tight to his need, he asked, “You don’t?”
Lissa sank her teeth into her lower lip and gave her head a shake. Copper tendrils of hair swept against the sticky skin of her neck. “Not without you inside me,” she said thickly. “Fuck me, Thad.”
His heart stampeded with the desperation in her words and the pleading in her hazy green eyes. If it was a wet dream he remembered her from, then those had to be the words she was shouting to him in it.
Yanking a condom from the pocket of his jeans, Thad sheathed himself with a speed born of years of doing precisely that. To the sound of her anxious panting, he pulled the vibrator out of her body and took hold of her soft butt cheeks. He tipped her hips up to allow for the deepest penetration possible and then held his breath and pushed his cock inside.
Her pussy sucked him in greedily. Her ass bucked in his hands. “Yes! Oh God, thank you. Yes!”
Those were words he’d never been able to resist. The feel of her cunt milking him with her building orgasm was equally irresistible.
Gripping her ass cheeks hard, wishing he could see her fondling her luscious tits, he shoved into her creamy hole again and again. Alternating the speed when her sex clamped down tightly around him to ensure her clit was getting hit at the right angle for ultimate pleasure.
Lissa purred with her release. An honest to God purr that reminded him of all the cloth and metal animals getting it on in Sam’s room. “You are such a nice guy,” she panted as her juices flooded around his cock. “Sooo nice.”
The words were about as far off as they could be, but Thad wasn’t in the mind-set to quibble. Shit, he wasn’t in a mind-set at all. Every ounce of his brainpower thundered through his body, building pressure at his lower spine and snugging his balls painfully tight before they finally gave way.
His cock exploded, cum pelting latex at breakneck speed. He pinched his nails into her bottom with the force of the climax, aware it probably hurt but not really giving a care just now.
The way her pussy hit him with another wave of cream said she didn’t give a care just now either. That or she got off on the pain. Kink was fine by him. Using the sheets to tie her to the bed and take her helpless body in every way imaginable sounded pretty damned fine too.
Only, he’d done his job and, unless Lissa paid for another screw, he wasn’t going to be touching her again, let alone tying her up spread-eagle so he could eat her out.
Thad let go of her butt and pulled out of her. Generally, he used the minutes following sex to make small talk and stroke the client’s ego—whatever it took to see she called for his services again. That he’d considered having Lissa again, when work wasn’t an issue, told him small talk and ego stroking were bad ideas.
He came to his feet to find her lying with her eyes closed, hands filled with her breasts, breathing coming short and fierce. Giving her time to come down, he left the bedroom to search out a bathroom. He found one immediately next to her room, and washed up and righted his clothes before returning to the bedroom. She laid on the floor yet, eyes open now and breathing more regular, but still with her tits in her hands.
Hell, that was distracting.
Her eyes met his and her lips curved in a satiated smile. He’d never noticed before how much smaller and thinner the top one was. The imperfection should have helped to turn his testosterone off. Instead it made him want to drop down on the floor and see if her upper lip felt or tasted any different than the bottom one.
Thad returned her smile but otherwise stood still. “I hate to ruin the moment for you, sweetheart, but we need to talk fees and paperwork.”
Her eyes fell back closed on a sigh. “I feel like a limp noodle. I don’t know that I can move, let alone walk to the kitchen.”
“What’s in the kitchen?”
“I didn’t figure you could quote me accurately without seeing all of the damage. There’s some moisture gathering in here and then that bad patch I showed you in Sam’s room, but the roof’s also leaking over the kitchen.”
Thad’s gut did a slow tightening with her serious tone. Lissa thought he meant fees and paperwork in regards to working on her house. For fixing her roof. Which meant she really had called him here for construction services. Was that it? “What kind of moisture are we talking about?”
Opening her eyes, she attempted to push to a sitting position, only to fall back on the carpet when the sheets around her middle refused to budge. “I don’t know. I specialize in interior design and decorating. Most anything building related beyond that is out of my realm.”
Though the last thing he wanted to do right now was touch her, he couldn’t very well let her continue to flounder around on the floor. Bending down, he lifted her up and planted her on her feet. He fumbled around with the sheets for a while before deciding they were never going to ease up from this end and yanked the other end out from under the mattress. Finally, he was able to get her free. Get all those curves out in the open. Those gorgeous tits inches from his face and her hairless pussy nearly as close and still smelling of her climax.
He’d never allowed a construction client to become a pleasure client in the past for good reason. Unfortunately, he had the sinking feeling he hadn’t done that this time either.
If his gut was right, Lissa didn’t have a clue he was a gigolo. “When you were talking about moisture gathering before, did you mean on your ceiling?”
She fell into a lazy stretch that did wickedly carnal things to her body. “Of course, I meant on my—” Both the stretch and her words stopped short. Color rose into her cheeks, bringing out her freckles in masses once again. “You thought I was propositioning you,” she said quietly, clearly embarrassed about it. “I didn’t mean to sound that way. I’m attracted to you, obviously, but I never meant to get you right into my bed.”
She looked around the room, as if she was searching for a way to set things right, and then forewent the search to fling herself back on the bed. “There’s the moisture spot. I can never find it except when I’m laying in bed. A trick of the lighting, I guess.”
The trick of the moment wasn’t the lighting, but the way she got his cock raging all over again with her flounce and how it resulted in a whole body jiggle.
Thad forced his gaze to follow her finger to the ceiling. He still couldn’t see any water damage and he wasn’t about to lie down beside her to find it. “I’d like to take this job on, but I’m not sure that’d be such a good idea after what just happened.”
Lissa shot up in the bed. The pleading was back in her eyes, though