Free B Cubed #3 Borg by Jenna McCormick Page A

tight peak throbbed as she
flicked it again and again.
    She toyed with him for a while, alternating
sucking and biting with licks and sweeps of her fingertips, steadily working
her way down his long, lean torso. A small pool of precum beaded on his belly,
just to the left of his naval. She lapped it up, savoring the saltiness of him.
He made a hoarse sound as her breath fell on the damp head of his cock.
Answering wetness gathered between her own thighs in response.
    “Do you like how I taste?” he asked, utterly
shameless.
    She scooted back so she could meet his
unblinking stare even as she wrapped her fingers around his enormous cock. “I
do,”
    “Will you,” he had to clear his throat. “I mean,
would you take me in your mouth?”
    He looked so hopeful that she had to smile even
as she explored the sizable appendage. “I want to, but I’m not sure how much I
can take in. I’ve never done this before.”
    That steady hand still stroked through her hair
as though he wanted to memorize the texture of each individual strand.  “Don’t
worry about taking all of me. I only want to know the feel of your mouth.”
    And really, how could she not try after
that?
    She leaned back a little and tilted her head as
she decided the best way to proceed. “Spread your legs for me and bend your
knees up.”
    He did at once. The position was lewd and
raunchy as hell, with his legs spread and his cock jutting up, balls hanging
down to the shadowy cleft of his buttocks. All male animal, ready and eager for
sex, needing it almost desperately. She crawled between his spread thighs,
savored being surrounded by his heat, his scent.
    She took him in one hand, holding him in place.
Starting at the root, she licked her way up along the pulsing vein to the
leaking crown. On impulse, she dabbed her tongue against the slit, lapping up
his essence.
    “Sage,” he hissed her name, hips rocking up,
encouraging her to take more of him. The sound of it emboldened her as did the
shaking in his thighs as she licked her way down the other side. Such power she
had over him. It amazed her that he opened himself up to her, was eager, even
greedy for her to do whatever she would. He lay there all open and exposed,
wanting her, craving her. Never had she felt so desired.
    Her hesitation only a distant memory, she rubbed
her face against the jutting length. “You like this?”
    She didn’t wait to hear his reply as she closed
her lips over as much of him as she could take inside her mouth.  He sat up,
his fingers spearing through her hair until he held her in place. She stilled,
and looked up at him, afraid he was about to lose it. His eyes were like
emerald fire as he watched her suckle his length, both hands wrapped around the
portions she couldn’t fit inside her mouth.
    “Please,” he rasped. “Don’t stop.”
    She had no intention of stopping. With him
clamped between her lips, she swirled her tongue around the head, savoring his
cock like a decadent treat. She pulled back, then pushed down, further this
time, taking more of him inside.  Her sex tingled, as though wanting its turn
to have his hard hot shaft impaled within.
    He spoke again, in a language she couldn’t understand,
soft, urgent words which she took as encouragement. The world around them which
had always felt too big shrank down, encompassing just the two of them in this
moment.
    He won’t hurt me. Sage wasn’t sure what
finally drove that point home. Maybe it was the way his muscle shook in
restraint, or the devoted expression he wore but she believed it. He didn’t try
to direct her, didn’t buck or move more than to lie back in surrender, simply
watched with hooded eyes, lips parted as he sucked in one breath, then the
next.
    Sage had seen plenty of sex in her life. Borns
had given up discretion generations before. She’d seen women do many things to
their lovers during oral sex, things the men seemed to go wild for. Would
Berrick respond the same way?
    Only one way