Captive Audience by Chloe Cole Page A

and quickly shucked his jeans. She leaned toward him, wrapping one arm around the backs of his thighs, bringing his twitching cock in direct contact with her waiting mouth.
    Jake watched in the pale moonlight as she rubbed her closed lips softly back and forth over him. Then she gripped him in one hand, opened her lips wide, and took him deep into her mouth.
    “Damn, that’s good,” he murmured as he ran his fingers through her silky hair.
    She pulled away and smiled up at him. “Glad you like it.”
    Jake groaned as she captured him again, and began to suck him off hard. He was relieved that it was a little easier to go slow this time, their earlier session having taken the edge off. Then she took him deep, her throat closing around him in a sensual grip, and any control he had snapped.
    His hand tightened in her hair, and he used it as an anchor as she worked that molten, suckling mouth on his straining cock over and over. He began to pump his hips in counterpoint, fucking her mouth. His world became a pinprick, his vision blurred, and his head roared as he raced toward orgasm. Mickey never let up, reaching up to cup his balls in one hand. By some Herculean force of will he halted with seconds to spare, almost tripping in his haste to free himself.
    What the fuck was that about? He was supposed to be winning her over, blowing her mind. Not the other way around. He already knew he was hooked. Now, he had to hook her back.
    “Jesus, Mick, that was…” He couldn’t find words to describe just how sexy she was and how turned on he was.
    She just grinned up at him, looking pleased as punch with herself. Not the look he was going for. He had to make her crazy, make her delirious for him, and then make her come harder than she’d ever come in her life. Game on .
    When Mickey had decided to stay, she also decided that if she was going to do it, she was going to do it right. She would worry about the ramifications tomorrow, but tonight was hers and Jake’s.
    She watched him from the bed, seemingly trying to collect himself, and gave herself a mental high five. She must be doing something right.
    Her euphoria morphed into anticipation as he climbed onto the bed and loomed over her, straddling her hips. Grabbing her tank top, he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on when she’d gotten dressed, and she felt a thrill as he stared hungrily at her naked breasts.
    Jake bent low, taking one hard nipple into his mouth. She groaned as he nipped and sucked. Breathing in his musky scent, she reached up to cup his head, but he pulled away.
    Mickey whimpered in protest.
    “Don’t touch me. I’m touching you right now,” he commanded.
    She lowered her hands to her sides as he bent his head to her breasts again and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Arching her back to press herself deeper into his mouth, Mickey growled in frustration as he pulled back yet again.
    “Uh uh, no cheating, Gracie. Stay still, or I’m going to punish you.”
    Why did the threat cause a gush of heat to pool between her thighs?
    He leaned in once more, rubbing his tongue over her nipples again and again. Then, taking one in his teeth, he batted it with his tongue. She twisted beneath him, struggling to keep from grabbing his head again, knowing it would be futile.
    “Please, Jake.”
    “No talking until I say so.”
    She closed her mouth abruptly, frustration building. Mr. Bossy-pants was going to–
    “Good girl, Mickey, good girls get rewards,” he said as he slid his cock low to press against her heated entrance.
    Oh yeah. Her hips rose to meet him as the head of his thick cock pressed into her pussy. She groaned in relief, and he pulled out.
    “What did I say, Mickey? No talking. No moving. Now you’re going to get a spanking. And if you’re a good girl, when we’re done, you can ride my cock.” His bold words and the raw heat of his tone sent a thrill skittering through her before settling