Up by Five (14 page)

He heard a soft
thunk
and looked up to find that she’d slumped back on the table. “I love clit sucking.”

“
That’s
hot as hell.”

She laughed softly. “I mean, I love having it done to me. I’ve never done it.”

He grinned. “You have no idea what you’re missing.”

She lifted her head and smiled. “Do
you
know how great it feels to wrap your hand around a big, hard cock, then bring a man to his knees just by sliding it into your mouth?”

“Holy…” He trailed off, staring at her. “I’m on my knees now, babe, and I’m pretty sure I’m down for the count.”

She looked far too smug as she laid her head back on the table. “Well, while you’re down there, I could use an orgasm.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, even as lust flooded through him. Damn, the girl was something. He’d heard her tell some raunchy jokes but he’d had no idea she would be like this. She was uninhibited and so fucking hot he wasn’t sure he was ever going to want to leave his apartment again. Some women hesitated at even having the lights on in the bedroom, not to mention being spread out on a poker/kitchen table with a light shining right above like a spotlight. Gabby not only reclined like she was in a lounge chair at the beach, but
she’d
suggested it.

He kissed her inner thigh again and was rewarded with a soft moan. And he kept going. Up her thigh to the line where her hip bent, then over her mound, before coming front and center. He kissed lightly at first, but at the strangled sound she made he flicked his tongue out and over her clit.

She didn’t jerk or buck or even arch. She widened her legs with a simple,
“Yes.”

Feeling pretty damned full of himself, Conner licked again, then suckled. He felt her fingers curl into his hair and her breathing was coming in short, shallow pants, but otherwise she was quiet and still.

He licked with a long, wide swipe over her clit, then down lower into the sweetness there. She whimpered slightly and her fingers gripped his hair a little harder, but she didn’t move a muscle otherwise.

“Everything good up there?” he asked with a smile.

“Good, bordering on great,” she said, her voice huskier than usual.

“Aw, well, I like great, but I was kind of hoping for amazing,” he said, unable to keep from licking at her again.

He could tell her butt tightened, but there was no other movement.

“You want amazing?” she asked. “How about you give me a couple of those very capable fingers of yours and suck a little harder?”

And why the hell wouldn’t he do exactly as he was told? Right after he started breathing again.

“Amazing is coming right up,” he muttered, leaning in.

He sucked her into his mouth as he slid a finger into her heat. She felt so sweet. She sounded even sweeter.

“Please, Conner.”

There was something about hearing this very capable woman, who didn’t need anyone or anything, panting and moaning because of him. He had never wanted to make a woman come as hard as he wanted Gabrielle Evans to come.

He swirled his tongue around her clit, stroking his finger in and out, then added another finger. As he started to slide a second finger into her, he felt her muscles pulling him deep. He sucked harder and heard her gasping, then moaning.

He’d be quite happy to stay right here like this for…ever.

Not that it would take her forever to climax. Not if he had anything to say about it.

And he most definitely did.

He pressed his fingers deep, separating them slightly to stretch and glide firmly along her inner walls. She moaned and now her hips did lift away from the table.

He raised his head, looking from the sweet pinkness up her body. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, and he could see her tummy quiver. Her breasts stood proud, her chest was flushed and her neck arched, giving away the delicious tension he was creating in her body.

What a view.

“So, so good at being a girl, G,” he said huskily before flicking his tongue over her again and again. He moved his fingers in a steady rhythm and felt the beginning ripples of her orgasm.

He sucked harder and thrust faster, and within moments her muscles clenched his fingers and she cried out.

Knowing her clit would be hypersensitive, he lifted his head, but kept his fingers moving slowly, riding her climax out with her.

Once she was spent, her legs and arms flopped loosely onto the table, and Conner got to his feet with a cocky grin.

“So that was pretty great,” he said, loosening the tie at the front of his sweatpants.

She lifted herself onto her elbows and gave him a slow smile. “Nice to know at least some of the rumors about you are true.”

He paused in pushing his pants off his hips. “The rumors?” he asked.

“Hey, keep going,” she said, motioning with her hand toward his pants.

“What rumors, Gabby?”

She looked up at him. “That you know what you’re doing when a girl gets naked.”

Was she really teasing him about his reputation? As if she didn’t mind that he was good at this because he’d done a lot of it?

“You’ve heard rumors?”

She laughed. “Practice makes perfect, right?”

And then there was that damned stab of jealousy
he
felt, because, honestly, she was pretty damned good too. Women who were new to the sex thing, or shy about it, sure didn’t climb up on poker tables and tell guys to add fingers and suction.

“How about you, hotshot?” he asked, shucking out of his pants. He hadn’t bothered putting underwear on.

She checked him out unabashedly. He stepped closer to the table.

“Hang on there, slick,” she said with a grin. “You got up close and personal with my goods—give me a minute to appreciate what you’re bringing to the table.” She laughed and patted the tabletop. “Get it?”

He couldn’t help his smile. “You’re hilarious.”

Had he ever said
that
during sex before?

But he did pause so she could get a good look. And she didn’t even blush as she took in the sight from head to toe—and back again.

“Very nice, Dixon.”

“So how about you?” he repeated. “You perfected a few things?”

Gabby sat up. “I’ve had a compliment or two.”

He fucking hated that. He gave her a cocky grin though. “I don’t give compliments lightly.”

“Oh, you’ll be singing my praises.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

“Challenge accepted.”

He also didn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun with a woman.

That was probably a bad thing. But Gabby slid off the table and stood, pressing her body against his as she slid around him and he couldn’t remember why.

“Get on the table, Conner.” She said those five words with a deeper note in her voice and heat in her eyes. She gave him a little push.

He obliged.

He sat, then leaned back, bracing his hands on the table behind him.

Gabby didn’t hesitate taking him in hand. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft and stroked him from tip to base with exactly the right amount of pressure to make every neuron in his brain focus solely on his cock.

Fuck.
It was already unbelievable.

She continued to stroke him, studying her hand on him as if it were the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. “You’re huge,” she murmured. “I don’t know if I can take all of you.” Then she looked up at him through her lashes. “I hope you’ll take it easy on me, Conner.”

She was messing with him. He could tell by the mischief in her eyes and the tiny curl at one corner of her mouth.

“Knock it off.”

She laughed. “Come on, that’s what all guys want to hear.”

She wasn’t exactly
wrong
. “Only if you mean it.” She still had her hand on him and was still moving, though, making it difficult to be irritated with her.

“Oh, you all want to hear it even if we don’t mean it.” She looked up again. “The guys in my family often forget I’m a girl too, Conner. They talk like it’s a locker room even when I’m around.”

“Hey, G?” Conner said, his lower body already tightening in spite of the banter.

“Yeah?”

“You got anything better you could be doing with that mouth of yours?”

He’d certainly talked during sex before, but never like this. It was a whole new experience and he was enjoying it. Which was probably a bad thing too, but he was still having a hard time remembering why.

“Get your compliments ready,” Gabby said.

“You give good head?” he asked, intentionally putting challenge in his voice.

“So I’ve been told. I mean, I prefer to have you on your knees, but I don’t mind spending some time down there too.”

The hot surge of jealousy warred with the hot surge of lust in his gut. He put a hand on the back of her head. “Gabby?”

Suddenly she caught her breath. “Yeah?”

“Suck my cock until I come so hard I can’t stand up.”

He knew she recognized the words from the other day in the break room.
Her
words. Her suggestion for being more specific with the women he brought home.

Her lips parted and she took a deep breath. “You know, I would,” she said, clearly trying to keep her tone light…and failing a little bit, “but then I’d have to wait for you to get it back up to get my cowgirl ride.”

“And this is where you turn into that girl who is going to be demanding and who’s going to be sure she gets what she wants from me?”

Yes, he did remember
all
the words Gabby had said about sex.

She gave him a slow, sensual smile. “That’s right.”

She pushed against his chest. He laid back. “Where are the condoms?”

“There are some in the silverware drawer or in the table by the couch.”

She paused. “You keep condoms in your silverware drawer
and
by your couch?”

“They’re wrapped. It’s not like they’re open and used, touching all the forks.” Which was exactly what he’d said to Ryan when he’d found them.

She shook her head and started for the kitchen, gloriously naked—Conner propped up on one elbow to keep her in sight—and uninhibited about it.

“I don’t care if they’re touching the forks,” she said with a shake of her head. “But why the kitchen
and
the living room? Don’t you ever go into the bedroom?”

“I have some in the bedroom and bathroom too.”

She looked up over the bar. “Seriously? You have them stashed all over the house?”

“You never know where you’re going to be when you need one.”

She came back toward him, condoms in hand. “Okay, you got me there.”

And not a twinge of jealousy on
her
part? Really? If he’d said something like that to
any
other woman, they would have been bitter about it.

“Even though you’re never more than ten feet away from a condom in this place, I brought a couple, okay?”

He grinned. “You don’t think you’ll be able to wait to get all the way to the kitchen the second time?” He loved that she obviously thought there would be a second time too.

“I’m hoping to be too tired to move that far.”

She climbed up on the table with him, the sight enough to make his whole body throb again. She threw one long leg over him, straddling his thighs.

She ripped the condom open and slid it on with a practiced hand.

And a moment later, Conner forgot about being jealous or conflicted or that there was a reason some of this was a bad idea. As Gabby moved over him and eased herself down on the aching length of his cock, all he felt was that this was exactly where he’d wanted to be for a very, very long time without even knowing it.

She took him in slowly, adjusting to his length and girth as she went.

Conner made himself stay still when he wanted to grab her hips and thrust home in one stroke.

Instead, he watched the adorable little wrinkle between her eyebrows and the way she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she slid down his length, watching the point where they were joined the whole time.

His body screamed at him to take her, to stroke, to thrust, to
move
. But he only lifted one hand to her thigh, squeezing gently.

When he was as deep as he could go he focused on breathing.

When she lifted her hand to her breast and fingered her nipple, he closed his eyes and focused on breathing.

When she lifted her hips, gliding up his length, then lowered herself again slowly, he kept his eyes closed, gritted his teeth and focused on breathing.

But when she said “God, Conner” in the husky, hot way she did, he opened his eyes, put his hands on her hips and thrust.

“Yes
,” she hissed. Her eyes met his. “Show me what you’ve got, Dixon.”

He grinned. Thank god.

He thrust again, his fingers curling into her hips, holding her still to take him over and over.

Gabby sat up straighter, one hand still on her nipple, the other going to her clit.

His thrusts grew harder and faster, the table creaked and groaned, and Gabby stayed with him every step of the way. Conner felt his climax building quickly, the visual stimulation as good as the physical. Then she leaned back and swiveled her hips just right and he knew he was a goner.

“Come on, Gabby, keep up, babe,” he said through gritted teeth.

She flashed him a smile. “I’m with you.”

He felt her muscles begin to tighten and he gripped her harder, burying himself as deep as he could go.

The table rocked under them and he felt Gabby grip him hard. Her head fell back and she gave a heartfelt groan as she went over the edge, her pussy milking him.

Conner was right on her heels. His climax gathered, tightened, then erupted.

Just as the table leg under them cracked and buckled.

The table tilted and they slid to the floor in a jumble of limbs.

Gabby rolled away from him as his ass hit the hardwood floor.

“Fuck.”
He sat stunned for a moment. Then he reached for her where she was lying on her back. “Gabby, you okay?”

She was shaking and he crawled to her side, only to discover that she was shaking with
laughter
.