Naked now, Jill wasn’t sure she’d ever felt this turned on. It was strange. Sex was very purposeful for her. She enjoyed it, immensely. She’d been lucky to hook up with Dan. But they could go two months without seeing one another. She was generally fine in the time between their visits with her vibrator.
But she did like the real thing and Dan was very good. Over the couple of years they’d been seeing one another they’d learned each other’s buttons and turn-ons. He could deliver every time. She very much appreciated him and knew she was going to miss him.
But right now, with this complete stranger, she was feeling jumpy and tingly and hot from head to toe in a way that she couldn’t remember ever feeling.
Maybe it was the newness of it. Maybe it was the impulsive, unexpected act of picking someone up. Maybe it had just been a while. She couldn’t remember exactly when she and Dan had last been together. They hadn’t been able to make their schedules jive for one last hurrah before she’d left Omaha.
But then Zeke’s hands skimmed down her back to cup her butt and pulled her forward and she completely forgot about anything except the hard, hot body in front of her.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he told her huskily. “And little.”
She huffed out a short laugh.
He gave her a crooked grin. “Sorry. That came out wrong. You’re just very…petite.”
“I’m short.”
And he was big.
“Sure. But you’re just littler than me.”
He brought his hands around her sides, running them up to cup her breasts. As he ran them over her hard nipples, she took a shaky breath.
“Not that I’m complainin’,” he said. “Puttin’ you up against the wall is going to be a lot easier.”
“Awesome. It will use less energy and you’ll be able to go longer,” she told him.
He nodded, that same grin still in place. “I like the way you think.”
“Then you might like to know that I’m thinking about how I’d like to suck your cock.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “How about you lie back on the bed and let me eat your pussy?”
Her eyes widened, partially in surprise, but also with excitement. She’d intended to ask him for exactly that. Again, he was just a second ahead of her and she very much appreciated that.
“How about we do both those things?”
He chuckled softly and shook his head as if he wasn’t sure what to think of her. “I’m keeping my pants on until you come in my mouth at least once.”
“Why is that?”
“Honestly?”
“Has anything about this conversation made you think that I don’t want to be totally open and honest?”
“Fair enough. Okay, I want to come inside you the first time.”
God, she loved this. She loved the frank talk, the words, the sentiments, and most definitely the plans he was laying out. “Such little self-control?”
“I’m not well known for suppressing my urges.”
There was something so refreshing about his unabashed, self-deprecating honesty.
“You just have to do whatever feels good?”
“Pretty much. My whole world is about your nipples right now.”
She laughed. “Wow, not even the kissing? Or the depths of my blue eyes?” She batted those eyes at him as she teased.
Laughing as well, he reached up and slid his fingers into her hair again, tipping her head back and leaning in to touch his lips to hers.
Against her mouth, he said, “Your eyes are green, cher. And I really need you to lie back on that bed and spread your legs for me.”
Hey, he’d noticed the color of her eyes. That was definitely a good enough reason to do exactly what he’d suggested.
Plus she just really wanted to.
He crawled up the bed after her, his eyes on the area between her legs. Her clit tingled and she ached deep in her pelvis. It was lust and anticipation.
Please let him be good at this.
She wanted to have bed-rocking sex tonight. She hadn’t realized it until she met Zeke, but this was exactly what she needed.
He looked so hot climbing up the bed, shirtless, his jeans low on his hips, unbuttoned, with just the hint of black underwear peeking at her as he moved. His tattoos shifted over his chest, shoulders, and arms as his muscles bunched, his hair swung forward, and she swore she could already feel his beard against her inner thigh.
When she got to the pillows, she laid back. He was already there, between her legs. He wasted no time. He ran his big hands up the outsides of her thighs and then under her ass. He cupped her butt and lifted, then settled his broad shoulders between them, his hot breath on her mound.
“Damn, girl, you are pretty,” he told her, his drawl seeming lower and slower, more pronounced now.
“Thank you,” she said breathlessly. What was a girl supposed to say when a guy complimented her most private parts?
He lifted his eyes. “You comfortable? I want you to be okay to settle in here for a while, ’cause I have no place I’d rather be.”
Her breath caught in her chest. There was so much hot intent in both his tone and his expression that she felt as if he had already put his mouth on her. She pulled her lip between her teeth and nodded.
He gave her a hot, cocky grin, then licked his lips, then lowered his head.
Damn, he was glad he’d flipped his bike in front of this girl’s motel. She was smooth, tight, sweet, and hot from head to toe. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been with a woman this petite. Which sounded so stupid. But she had small hands, tiny breasts, even her nose was tiny.
He’d also never been this turned on. It was weird. He’d always considered himself a boob guy.
Some of the hottest sex of his life had been with a hot blonde with gorgeous big tits and long legs, a fiery redhead who had freckles all over, and a brunette who had spiked-up pink hair and tattoos up and down her arms and legs. Not all three at once, of course. Though the brunette had offered to bring a friend.
This girl wasn’t…any of that.
Jillian had pale, creamy skin without a freckle or a birthmark. Her long, dark hair was stark against her pale skin, and she was just…tiny. He couldn’t get over it. In fact, as much as it was a turn on to think about putting her up against the wall, he was actually slightly concerned about hurting her.
He wasn’t freakishly big or anything. But he was tall and broad and had been well gifted when it came to certain parts of his anatomy. But damn, it was hot that his hands were so big on her body, and, frankly, how far she had to spread her legs for him to fit between them right now.
Yeah, he was really glad he’d flipped his bike in front of the motel tonight when this woman had been here. He knew he lived a charmed life, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever been as aware of that and as thankful for it as he was at this very moment.
He lowered his head and kissed her inner thigh. She shivered and he stroked the back of her opposite thigh and kissed his way to her mound, then down to her clit where he gave a little lick.
She gasped and arched closer.
He gave her another lick, firmer and with more tongue this time.
Her hand went to his hair and she grabbed a fistful.
Oh yeah, that’s what he wanted.