Jen was suddenly hit with a pang of self-consciousness. She might have started this, but truth was, she didn’t have much experience in the o**l s*x department—giving it or getting it. She’d gone down on her boyfriends, Brendan included, but it had always been rushed because they’d been in too much of a hurry to get inside her.

She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth and collected her composure, then peered up at Cash, who was watching her with a heavy-lidded look smoldering with heat.

“My technique probably isn’t what you’re used to,” she confessed. “Tell me if I do it wrong.”

His lips quirked. “Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I can come from the thought of being in your mouth. Trust me, I’ll like whatever you do.”

Warmth traveled down her chest and settled between her legs. When she dropped her gaze and saw a bead of moisture glistening at the tip of that tantalizing erection, she decided to quit hesitating before Cash regained his senses and put a stop to this. So what if she didn’t have experience? She’d just have to do some exploring and figure out how to drive this man wild.

She started by dipping her head and tentatively licking that tempting little drop of moisture.

Cash hissed out a breath.

“You okay?” she teased.

“Uh-huh.”

Emboldened by his reaction to that one teeny lick, she rested her hands on his thighs, teasing the coarse hair and feeling his muscles clench beneath her fingertips. Then she licked him from root to tip, savoring the clean, salty taste of him. His ragged breathing spurred her on. She swept her tongue up the length of his cock, rubbing her lips over the head before licking the fluid seeping from that little slit.

“You done teasing?” he asked hoarsely.

“Not by a long shot,” she said before flicking her tongue against the underside of his cock.

He mumbled a savage curse.

Lord, why hadn’t anyone ever told her how empowering it could be reducing a man to a panting, cursing mess? Fighting a smile, she skated her tongue up and down his shaft, then wrapped her lips around the head and sucked.

His hips shot up, trying to push his entire length into her mouth. With a slow exhale, she gave him what he wanted, her cheeks hollowing as she brought him deeper, testing how much she could take. Breathing through her nose, she relaxed her throat as he fed his c**k to her inch by delicious inch. Though he kept his arms above his head, Cash controlled the encounter with his hips, driving his erection in and out of her mouth with leisurely but steady strokes.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was a cross between a whisper and a groan. “Suck me nice and slow.”

Realizing she’d completely neglected that tight sac bumping against her chin, Jen lowered her hand and cupped his balls, eliciting a hoarse cry from him. His hips retreated and that thick c**k slid out of her mouth with a wet pop.

“Lick my balls,” he rasped. “Do that teasing thing again.”

Her heart thudded. She licked those heavy globes, which were drawn up and pulsing beneath her tongue. She sucked one in her mouth, then the other, then replaced her tongue with her hand and squeezed him hard.

Cash released a wild groan.

His response to her oral exploration turned her on beyond belief. An ache formed between her legs. Her breathing went shallow. Every inch of her body tingled.

God, she was going to explode.

But not until she made him explode first.

Wrapping her fingers around his impressive girth, she brought his c**k back to her mouth, sucking hard as she rolled his balls between the fingers of her other hand. His groans grew more desperate, his body pistoning harder. She swirled her tongue over his head at each upstroke, quickening her pace.

“Fuck,” Cash choked out. “Yeah, like that. Jerk me faster. And suck harder.”

Jen gave him what he wanted, pumping his shaft as she sucked him into oblivion.

“Oh, Jesus. Yeah, that’s it…that’s it…fuck.”

And then he moaned, disregarded the no-touching rule, and shoved his hands in her hair as his c**k throbbed and spasmed in her mouth.

Hot pulses of liquid shot to the back of her throat and she eagerly swallowed each drop, loving the heady, musky taste of him, loving the way he gripped her hair, the way he rocked his hips with complete abandon. When he finally grew still, Jen lifted her head, unable to control the cocky smile that tugged on her lips. Cash’s eyes were closed, his frantic pulse ticking in the hollow of his throat.

“Feel better?” she asked, amused.

To her irritation, his eyes snapped open to reveal not the glaze of post-orgasmic bliss she’d expected, but a look of utter betrayal. “I can’t believe you took advantage of my heatstroke and seduced me.”

She lifted one eyebrow in defiance. “Really? You’re going to play the wounded virgin here?”

He didn’t seem to hear her. “Oh man. If Carson finds out his little sister gave me a blowjob…” Cash made a swift move to yank his shorts up.

Rolling her eyes, Jen intercepted his hand before he could cover himself up. “He won’t find out. Not unless we tell him. And we’re not going to tell him, are we, cowboy?”

“Never,” he confirmed miserably.

“Good.” She flashed him a cheeky smile. “Just like we’re not going to tell him how you f**ked his little sister on the couch.”

Those gorgeous blue eyes narrowed. “I’m not going—” The words died when she hopped off the couch and whipped her tank top over her head.