Free Dear Rose 2: Winter's Dare by Mechele Armstrong Page A

gently swirled around his tip with one pointer finger, playing in the moisture contained there. She teased the one-eyed monster and gave just fragments of a stroke before pulling away.
    His thighs quivered. But he never moved his hands, nor did he move his body save for one spasm that he probably couldn’t control. His eyes were filled with longing as they begged her to take her touch back to him.
    So she did.
    Slowly, she cupped her hands over him, giving him the full touch of all digits going around him. Up and down she moved her hands, tightening them as they went until she was tugging on his member. It was not hard enough to hurt but was enough to let him know she was there.
    At his penis.
    His cock.
    So many terms for this pleasure maker. She’d never thought about his member and what to call it. She’d read enough romance novels and slang to know she could pick any one she wanted. Tucker probably didn’t care.
    Unless he called it Little Tucker. But she didn’t think he did.
    His cock.
    It was the thing she yearned for some nights in the dark when she couldn’t sleep, and he was snoring away. It was the piece of him that was always going to get a rise out of her libido, no matter how much she steeled herself. No matter what she thought Tucker’s feelings were for her, his cock always seemed to know that it wanted her, and sometimes she could pretend it was hers alone.
    She rotated her hands, continuing to tighten around him and cup him to the best of her ability. She varied her touch, making sure to give him everything that she knew he liked and more. She loved the silky feel of him underneath her. The hardness of him.
    Only it wasn’t enough for her.
    It surely wasn’t enough for him. She only had to look at his face to tell that.
    She needed more, and so did he. She needed to give him pleasure from deep down within her soul and body. And he’d be fine with that. He always was. Or maybe not, because he was usually in charge. But not today.
    She shifted up and leaned her head across his lap. She slowly put out her tongue only a little bit, shifting her hands away from that part of him, and she ran her tongue up along the tip of him. Just the tip of him, no farther. She circled her tongue much like she had her finger. She found the slit and wiggled her tongue as far inside it as she could get.
    He let out a strangled sigh.
    Involuntarily. Of that she was sure. He was still looking at her. But the time had come where she wasn’t going to look at him. She’d only get stolen glances to see his satisfaction.
    She moved her head up and closer to his penis. She sucked him into her mouth with one tremendous slurping sound. She couldn’t fit him entirely in her mouth. Oh heavens, no. But she took in as much as she could and sucked on him. Reminded her of a giant stick of licorice. Only much thicker. And saltier.
    He seemed to move forward, because the angle of her mouth around him changed slightly, driving him farther in.
    She released him from her mouth and leaned back. “None of that now.”
    “Sorry.” He sounded as though he’d just finished running a marathon, not that Tucker jogged or anything. “Won’t happen again.” He clenched his hands together and seemed to steel himself.
    It had been an instinctual thing for him to drive his hips forward. But she wanted this to be hers and hers alone. She glanced back at his cock. Much easier calling it that than any other name. “What do you call it?” The question burst from her before she could call it back in.
    “What?” He looked down at her with an irritated look.
    “Your penis. What do you call it?” Somehow she had to know. She needed that clarification.
    “My dick.”
    She sounded that out in her head. Nope, didn’t like that.
    He looked down at her face and amended, “My cock when I’m about to get lucky.”
    Now that worked for her, as she’d just started using it. And he was about to get lucky. “I like your cock.” She whispered the words