Free Banged Up by Jeanne St James Page A

was awake. Either that or her body thought she was in a really, really good dream. He rolled onto his left hip, gently laying her on her back. He folded her arms over her head onto the pillow. He couldn’t see if her eyes were open, but he drew a thumb along her jaw line and then over her lips. They were parted and he swore he felt her tongue against the pad of his thumb. He dipped his thumb in and … she nipped him. His cock twitched against the tight confines of his boxer briefs. It wanted to come out to play so badly.
    Mace drew one hand down her neck and traced her collarbone, one side and then the other before he followed the outer curve of her breast. He used his other hand to pop the top button of his shorts and slide the zipper down. He shoved his underwear out of the way, his fingers sliding over the head of his cock, slippery with pre-come. He fisted the head and pushed hard into his palm, arching his hips off the bed.
    He stroked himself; long, slow strokes with his left hand, while using his right hand to continue its course around the curve of her breast. He circled and circled, smaller and smaller, until he was just tracing the edge of her areola through her shirt and bra. He brought his finger and thumb together to pinch the hard center. She gasped and he felt a hand on top of his. She said nothing, and he wasn’t sure if she wanted him to continue or stop. But she pushed his hand, not off, but to her other breast. He squeezed that one too.
    Her breath came broken through her lips and she gave a small moan.
    One palm stayed on his left hand to encourage while the other found his right hand still stroking the length of his erection. Her fingers felt along his wrist down to his fingertips, and she worked her own underneath his to take over the stroking. Her hand was smaller, so much smaller, but, damn, it felt so good. She circled the head, collecting some pre-come, using it to lubricate the rest of his shaft while she stroked from root to tip.
    Without breaking contact, he settled above her, catching her lips, her warm breath, and her gasps as he twisted and plucked her nipples. Their tongues tangled and fought, stroking against each other until they were both gasping for air.
    He pushed her shirt and bra up over her breasts, moving down to replace his fingers with his mouth on her exposed nipple. He suckled and nudged and licked until she squirmed. She pulled on his cock harder and faster and more pre-come leaked out, making her fist slick like a tight little pussy. He was losing his mind. The faster she stroked the faster he sucked her nipples. He raked his teeth against the hard tip and felt her body convulse. Her fist squeezed down on his cock so hard, he thought the head would pop off.
    With a groan he yanked away from her, quickly going to his knees between her calves. He ripped her cotton shorts and panties down and she kicked them free from one leg and then the other. He shoved his shoulders into the backs of her thighs, pushing them up while spreading them wide, opening her up to him. He wished the light was on; he wanted to see her flushed, plump flesh. Just by feel alone, he could tell she was trimmed, but not shaved; he really wanted to see the fire red hair framing all her goodies. Next time, he promised himself.
    She smelled hot and ready, a musky scent which made him want to come right then and there. He pushed the thought out of his head and stretched out between her legs. He was going to enjoy the feast. He ran a finger along her wet slit, up and down, up and down, a little deeper each time until the tip of his finger brushed against her swollen clit.
    Her hips jerked. He used an arm to wrap around her thigh and across her hips to keep her in place.
    He dived right in; his lips finding her little pleasure button and he plucked at it, sucked at it. His tongue danced along the edge and flicked, making her squirm against him. His ran two fingers over her slick folds, dipped them in quickly before