Ground Floor: Toys and Games by Jorja Lovett Page B

juices. She moved faster, pushing for that same release he brought her to time and again, and sucking in a breath through clenched teeth.
    The car swerved and put her off her stride. On opening her eyes she found Jamie watching her intently, sweat breaking on his forehead. The power she felt in that moment was a bigger turn on than fingering her own pussy.
    “Eyes on the road, mister.”
    He turned his attention back to the country lane, empty save for their car. In the corner of her eye she could see the bulge in his trousers and a devilish thought entered her head. She reached across and gently squeezed his growing erection.
    Jamie sighed as she unzipped him from his constraints. “What are you doing?”
    “Next lesson.” She unbuckled her seat belt and bent her head down to take his cock in her mouth.
    “Holy shit!” The car swerved again but Jen was too engrossed in what she was doing to care.
    The silky length of him filled her mouth and she stretched wide to take him all in. She sucked from the base of his shaft to the tip and repeated at a quicker pace.
    “Fucking hell!”
    When her jaw started to ache, she took him in her hand and used her tongue to lick him instead. Over his balls, across his swollen head, she covered every inch of his hard-on with her mouth. She didn’t know if she was doing it right but he wasn’t complaining so she kept going. While she worked his shaft with her hand, she sucked the tip of his penis, tasting the salty essence rushing to meet her.
    Without warning, the car came to a sudden halt and Jamie started pulling on her hair. “Christ, Jen, I’m going to come.”
    She didn’t stop. She wanted him to come. She wanted him to lose control the way she did every time he touched her. Jamie grunted as he poured into her mouth. Jen swallowed it down in surprise. Job done.
    Pleased with herself, she wiped her mouth and sat up. “Do I pass, Mr Kelsey?”
    “With flying colors, Ms White. With flying colors.”

Chapter Ten
    Jamie couldn’t concentrate on his every day job. Not when his extra-curricular activities with his new student were keeping him awake half the night. He yawned and keyed in yesterday’s sale figures on autopilot. It was just as well his daily tasks currently didn’t run beyond operations a trained monkey could do. Although the computer monitor in front of him was nothing more than a blur in his unfocused eyes, the images in his head of a naked Jen riding him like Seabiscuit, were crystal clear and infinitely more appealing.
    She was certainly eager to learn, although he’d experienced a small pang of panic in the car on the way to work this morning after mistaking her quiet contemplation as a sign of regret.
    “Is something wrong?” He’d dared to ask after the silence had become too much for him to bear.
    “You’ve been with a lot of women, right?” With anyone else it might’ve sounded like a trick question, wanting him to be truthful so they could start an argument over his playboy past. But Jen was always up front with him when it came to such matters.
    “Yes, but that’s in the past. It has no bearing on what we have.” Much to his detriment, he couldn’t change any of his mistakes.
    “I know. I’m just curious. I mean we’re having fun and all, but I’m worried it might be a little…vanilla for you.” She’d been so earnest in her concerns he’d managed not to laugh out loud.
    “What makes you say that?” Given half a chance he’d swap most of those one-night stands for another sleep over with the woman beside him.
    “I know people like to experiment and I thought maybe you might get bored having plain old sex with me.” She’d fidgeted in her seat, looking anywhere but him. If they hadn’t been late already because of their morning antics, he would’ve pulled the car over and left her in no doubt about how good their sex life was.
    “Sweetheart, there is nothing ‘plain’ or ‘old’ about the sex we’re having, but I’m open