Page 23 of Taking Jenny (Planet Orhon #4)

“You like that?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I hissed.

His mouth skimmed lower, pausing at the collar of my shirt.

He lifted his gaze, looking me in the eye as he tugged the hem up and over my head, then continued down my chest…

lips, tongue, and teeth leaving a scorching trail of heat and lust in its wake.

By the time he was on his knees in front of me, my whole body was shaking.

His fingers ghosted over my abs, tracing every dip, every ridge. My cock pulsed at his touch.

He looked up at me and murmured, “I’ve never done this before.”

“I thought…you and Jenny…”

He shook his head. “Never with a man. Ladrian or otherwise.”

Considering how virile Tiger was, I was shocked. “Do…” I didn’t want to say it, but I didn’t want to fuck this up with him, either. “Do you want to stop?”

A sly little grin curved his lips. “Not at all.”

Thank gods. “Good, neither do I.”

Still kneeling, he slid his hands to the waistband of my pajama pants and pulled them down. My cock sprang free, and his breath caught. When he wrapped his fingers tight around my shaft, my head fell back against the wall.

His grip was sure. Curious, but not timid. He stroked me with strong, rough hands, his thumb brushing over the head, then down the thick vein along the underside. The pressure started to build inside of me and I instinctively bucked into his touch.

“Stop,” I gasped.

He released me, eyes hesitant as he stood. “What’s wrong?”

I yanked him into a kiss, panting. “You’re too fucking good at that, and I want more. Take off your clothes.”

He grinned, stripping fast. I did the same, and then took a moment to admire the lean power of his form. He was a bit taller than me, sculpted for agility, not brute force. His muscles were well-defined, and I wanted to memorize him with my mouth.

I shoved his shoulders, pushing him onto the bed. He fell back with a surprised laugh, legs dangling over the edge.

“So rough,” he teased.

I stood between his spread knees, my eyes on his thick, hard cock. “You like it.”

“Yeah, I do.”

I lunged for him, like an animal coming out of its cage.

He barely had time to react before my mouth was on his again, tongue plunging deep, my hips grinding against his as I pushed him further up the bed, encouraging his backwards crawl toward the pillows.

I kissed him like I needed to consume him. Like he was oxygen and I was drowning.

My hand found his cock, and he groaned when I stroked the length in a tight fist. I teased him, watching the way his hips jerked up into my palm and the way his shaft twitched and leaked.

He was perfect.

I dragged my tongue down his chest, over his stomach, and along the trail of hair leading to his cock. I hovered at the tip, let my breath ghost over him. He shivered, and then I licked him.

His taste hit my tongue, salty and male, and I groaned, taking him deep into my mouth, his cock sliding down my throat in one slow, deliberate glide. He arched off the bed, fists twisting in the blankets.

“Fuck,” he growled. “That’s too good.”

I pulled back, releasing him. “Want me to stop?”

“If you want me to last, yes.”

I crawled back up his body. “I want everything from you, Tiger.”

“Yes,” he rasped, pulling me into another kiss.

I reached for the lube, already stashed in his nightstand. Without breaking our kiss, I slicked my cock and reached between this thighs. He gasped and tensed as my fingers pressed in. Tight. Hot. New.

But then he moved with me, rocking into the touch and making a sound that caused my balls to ache.

I lined myself up and flicked my tongue against his ear. “Are you sure?”

In response, he spread his legs wider for me.

“Good boy.” I rolled my hips forward, pushing past that tight ring of muscle.

His sharp inhale echoed in the room, and he threw his head back against the pillows, throat bared. I licked him there, working myself in and out of his ass, adding another inch with each thrust until I was almost at my hilt.

“ Fuck . Wait, wait, wait,” he gasped, smacking at my chest. “Just…give me a second.”

I stilled, kissing his shoulder. Then bit it. Gently. Just enough to ground him.

I reached down and stroked his cock in my hand, slow and easy, until his tension gave way to hunger and lust again. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard.

“More,” he begged desperately.

I gave it to him. All of it.

A little growl of sound rumbled up from his chest. “Thank the gods you don’t have more length.”

I chuckled before I kissed him again and fucked his ass in earnest. There were no words after that. Just heat. Panting breaths. Breathy moans. Our sounds mingled and I wasn’t sure where one began and the other ended.

He clutched my ass, pulling me deeper, matching every thrust. His muscles clamped around my cock, milking every stroke, and I jerked him off while I fucked him, wanting him to orgasm with me.

Our eyes locked. Our bodies burned. Our cocks swelled as the mindless bliss took over. He shouted as he came, coating my hand and his stomach with his release. I bellowed, spilling inside of him.

When it was over, we didn’t speak. We just stayed there, tangled together, hearts pounding in sync, neither of us ready to admit what had just happened had changed everything .