Free Inside Bet: Vegas Top Guns, Book 2 by Katie Porter Page B

Gloriously nude, he spread his knees. That animated eyebrow quirked as he glanced down at his renewed erection. “Heather love, be a dear and bring those beautiful lips over here. It’s my turn.”

Chapter Ten
    Jon stretched his arms along the back of the couch and waited. As much as he wanted Heather’s mouth on his cock, he wasn’t begging for it. She seemed entirely capable of making up her own mind. About everything.
    Besides, when Heather eased off the cushions to kneel between his thighs, the payoff was more satisfying. She ran her hands up the insides of his legs. Everything they did verged on slow motion, like they’d been dipped in spun honey. It was the tinge of competition. Neither wanted to be the first to snap.
    Jon had already given up the first round when he’d ground his forearm along her spine as he slammed in to her, all for the pleasure of feeling her lovely back arch into his touch. Forcing him to come on her tits, at her command, had given Heather the win.
    She looked up at him, pale eyes flashing. Suddenly he realized why he liked that coy move so much. It was this moment. This possibility. Her thumbs grazed the sensitive skin of his balls. She slid her cheek down his shaft. He’d been picturing his prick in her mouth every time she looked at him that way.
    He gathered her dark brown hair and smoothed it all over one shoulder so he could see her face. The pink tip of her tongue darted out to slick his cock, from the base on up. She engulfed his throbbing head. He hissed in a breath and clenched his hand in her hair.
    Earlier, he’d made himself back off from the same motion, but no more. He wound his fingers more tightly through the strands. “You didn’t seem like a tease earlier. In fact, I distinctly remember how you insisted that I fuck you immediately.”
    Pure challenge gleamed in her blue gaze. She circled her thumb and forefinger around the base of his dick. Tugged. “Time and place, I suppose.”
    He smiled, a little unwillingly. “More like you’re trying to drive me nuts.”
    “That too.”
    Pulling the hair tighter he said, “Suck me.”
    Even when Heather bent her head and circled those lush lips around his cock, he felt…off. Like he was still losing. The shock down to his balls was exquisite—a sensation worth any sacrifice. She coiled her tongue over his head as her hands slid up and down his shaft.
    Letting his spine curl, he shifted his ass to the edge of the cushion and sank into her tender mercies. Perhaps she noticed his hint because she took him deeply. Her mouth was a wet, fiery furnace. Her cheeks hollowed with the suction.
    Jon traced the shadows under her cheekbones. “Has anyone ever told you how pretty you look with a cock tucked between those luscious lips?”
    A slurp heralded her mouth’s pop off the end of his dick. She lapped a dot of moisture from his slit. “Not in a long time.”
    His attention returned to her throat, as if dragged back to that vulnerability. She was so well armored everywhere else, including her thoughts, that he sought any way in.
    “But you’ve been told that before?”
    Something dark and unpleasant filtered across her features. She ignored his question. Again.
    Instead she bobbed her head over his cock, her tongue grazing the underside of his shaft. Her thumbs crisscrossed to massage beneath his balls. Pure pleasure jerked his hips up. He wound silky strands between his knuckles.
    She took every bit of it. Her mouth angled over his shaft again and again. The combination of wet pressure and suction was driving him up over the edge faster than he would’ve liked. He’d had plenty of blow jobs—some of them damn good. Nothing compared to the wicked pleasure of watching Heather’s classic beauty do something so dirty with so much enthusiasm.
    He latched his fingers behind her head, applying pressure. She only pulsed deeper, until the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. When she returned to lick the ridge around