Free One Last Shot (Pub Fiction #3) by Gillian Jones Page B

taking him in deeper. “God, I love the way you feel on my tongue, Matty, you’re so hard.”
    “Shit, Claire, you make me so fucking hard. Yeah, that’s it, baby. Suck it. Er, I mean if you want to…” He moves his hand along my cheek, encouraging, watching. Seeing him like this, giving in, letting me own this, excites me. I’m dripping and I can feel a throbbing against my panties. I’m not going to last myself.
    Taking Matt out of my mouth, I pump him a few times.
    “Claire.” My name comes across as urgent as I look up again to meet his gaze. My hand is still wrapped around his silken skin, so smooth to the touch, and I love having him at my mercy like this.
    The idea of having him inside my body again soon ignites my soul, bringing it back to life like it’s been hibernating for too long. Giving me a nagging feeling that I try to avoid, the one that says: this man is your other half, take him.
    Ignoring my thoughts, I start running my teeth gently along his rock hard shaft. I know I’m teasing, but who cares? I know Matty’s loving it deep down, and I love it all over the place.
    I finally reach for his hands, placing them behind my head, giving him the permission I know he’s waiting for.
    “Thank Christ,” he groans, gripping my hair before he begins fucking my face at a pace I know will drive him over the edge. Within seconds I feel him hit the back of my throat and I take everything he gives me.
    “Jesus, fuck. That was incredible. Stand up; we’re nowhere near done. I need your pussy, now. I need you now.”
    He pulls me up into his strong arms, nuzzling his face into my neck, holding me tight, and I feel it, too.
    I won’t admit it or talk about it, but fuck if I don’t feel it, too.

Chapter 13
    Matt
    A fter two years of nothing, no contact at all, she gives me that ?
    “Fuck, you astound me. Every damn time.”
    The urge to hold her is overwhelming, and I pull her up off her knees. “That was incredible, I’ve missed that talented mouth of yours. Jesus, my dick is still thanking you. But it’s my turn now, baby,” I warn, dropping to my own knees, rubbing my hands up and down each of her silky tanned legs. Her skin is soft and smooth, making me want to lick every inch.
    “Step out,” I say, removing her skirt, leaving her standing in nothing but tiny purple panties. She really is striking. I trail out a low whistle at how fucking beautiful she looks standing here in front of me, waiting, willing.
    Pulling her pussy to my face, I breathe her in. “I can’t wait to taste you again but I’m too damn ravenous. I need you on my cock, Claire. Need you to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my dick. Need to watch you as you take me in and out, over and over again,” I practically growl as I trail my tongue over the silk covering her most intimate place. Her panties smell so sweet from the perfumed soap she keeps in her lingerie drawer that I can’t stop myself from inhaling deeply, her scent triggering my memory. She’s as amazing as I remember.
    “Always smelled so sweet, Sugarshack. So fucking sweet.” I lick her pussy over the silk triangle that barely covers her heat, the pressure from my tongue on the material adding to her pleasure.
    “That feels so good,” she says, and moves her legs apart, giving me more room. I pull the fabric aside, bunching it up stretching it out. I torment her by running the material, followed by my finger, gently over her slit, causing waves of pleasure to make her wobble, her legs almost giving way. She’s panting, looking down at me, lust clouding her vision, making her blue eyes the colour clouds turn before the most wicked of storms. I slide the stretched material along her folds again, slowly, back and forth.
    “Matt, please, I need you. I need to feel you inside me,” she moans and thank God, because my cock is already hard again and I’m ready to give her exactly what she wants.
    I stand up and lean my head against her forehead for a moment,