Chapter 21
Jana
“Make me yours,”I said. And as quick as apprehension reared its ugly head for making myself so vulnerable, it vanished in point-five seconds.
Because Brycen’s hands released mine and set about roaming.
Because his thick cock, based on the feel of it against my naked thigh, throbbed in time as his large hands trailed the inside of my arms, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake as he cupped one of my breasts.
And because his mouth turned every bit of skin it touched into an erogenous zone I could have never guessed I’d possessed until this morning.
My God, if the man fucked as great as he kissed, I was about to be propelled into nirvana, and would most likely not care if I returned.
A flick of a tongue against my nipple had me latching a hand behind his head to hold him to my cleavage, making the vibration of his groan around the peak tauten.
“Fuck,” he growled, “my baby’s so responsive.”
A brief laugh escaped me, making him look up and meet my eyes, an arched brow in question.
“Your baby hasn’t had cock in over two years,” I blurted. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I could come from your kisses alone yesterday.”
The man grinned, and those dimples of his popped out. “I’ve been dying to test that theory since you mentioned it,” he confessed. “Why don’t we give it an honest to goodness try, huh?”
The nod I gave him came without thought, and I retorted, “You need to put your mouth where your words are, buster.”
Laughing, he lifted himself slightly, dipping his mouth to my breastbone, all the while holding my gaze. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for me to leave you alone.”
I doubt it,I thought to myself as he proceeded to trail his tongue to my navel, playing around the soft skin there, making me quiver, so I closed my eyes and relaxed into his more than capable hands.
Surely, I’d never survive when he got to…
“Brycen! Shit!”
My back bowed off the mattress as soon as he fused his mouth to my clit and sucked.
The vibration of his deep laugh had liquid pooling between my thighs.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, the width of a thick digit breaching my entrance, “you’re soaked.”
Inserting a second finger, he fused his lips to my nub, gracing it with a few flicks of his tongue as his fingers hit something magical that would have had me levitate off the mattress had his other arm not been holding me down. I liquified at how full I felt.
“Jesus! Fuck!” I clawed at the sheets on either side of me, my hips gyrating as if they had a mind of their own.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned, licking my slit from bottom to top. “You’re fucking hot. Delicious. Make yourself come on my hand and mouth.”
The filth of his language only incited the burning in my body until reality came crashing down.
Freezing, I lifted my head to look down at him, my eyes narrowing. “Not without you, I’m not. I can’t.” I bit my bottom lip, pushing forth with my admission. “I can’t come more than once, and I want you inside me when I do this first time.”
The man had the decency to look vexed, meeting my gaze with a look of determination, a cocky smirk gracing his glistening lips.
“I ought to beat the shit out of every man who left you wanting and convinced that this can only happen once a session, baby.”
“But—”
The single determined shake of his head and the look of warning that brooked no argument in his eyes shut me right up.
Brycen
Fucking jackasses,I thought as soon as Jana confessed she’d never been able to come more than once in a single romp.
I felt humbled that she trusted me enough to be honest, and I knew, if I pushed, she’d probably confess that she’d not always been taken care of or reached release every time with a partner.
“But—”
With a singular shake of my head, I shut her up. That’s about to change, I conveyed with my eyes before I leaned down to feast on her juices.
Damn, but with every lick and suck, it was as if I was tasting her for the very first time. Sweet. Warm. Sinfully sexy.
I could worship at the altar of Jana every damn day for the rest of my life, if she’d allow it, and die a happy man.
My cock twitched nonstop, and to ease some of the ache I felt, I ground myself into the mattress, hoping what little friction I achieved aided in providing subtle relief. At least, until it was time for me to make her mine.
As soon as my fingers felt the tiny flutters of her heated folds, I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
Flexing my digits so the pads hit the subtle bumpy surface inside her, Jana’s hand reached and clutched at my hair at a nearly painful level, and an “Oh my God! Brycen, yes!” pierced my ears. Her heat clenched onto me as more juices flowed with her orgasm, and I lapped her up.
As she descended from the stratosphere, I proceeded to ease her down with one final light lick to her folds to satiate my hunger for her on my taste buds.
When her hand eased its grip, I collapsed to the bed beside her, taking in her expression of bliss, the subtle sheen of sweat over her exposed chest, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Jana
Holy Christ on a crutch!I thought as I came back from my orgasmic stupor to find a Grecian god up on his knees between my thighs. Another surge of lust took me over as he sheathed himself with a condom I had no recollection of him acquiring.
As he fisted his length a few times, his eyes never leaving my face, I swear that the ebbing aftershocks of my previous orgasm ramped up again, and need like none I’d ever felt before so soon after an epic orgasm took hold.
Brycen proceeded to lean down, kissing up my navel, to my breastbone, over my shoulder as he eased his weight over me, eliciting a full body shiver from me at the wholistic contact.
The man’s sweet smile captured me, his body held me, and his cock, nudging my heat, was about to possess me.
One second, he was breaching my entrance, and in the next instant, he surged forward, fusing his mouth to mine, capturing my cry of pained bliss.
Damn, but he was huge.
“Eyes on me,” Brycen rasped, his lips feathering light kisses across my cheekbones.
His fingers tickled the side of my face, coming away damp, and the tenderness of the gesture, let alone his expression, had the remnants of the ice surrounding my heart, and whatever may have remained of my pessimism, melt away as though it had never existed.
“Too much?” he asked, the tightness to his lips alluding to the fact that he was struggling to control his baser instincts to rut like an animal.
“No.” Shuddering in a breath, I tilted my head to kiss the inside of the wrist that was by my face, keeping his eyes and added, “Perfect.” Then I leaned up to capture his lips in a long, slow, drugging kiss before pulling away, wrapping my arms around him. “Hurts so good.” Brycen’s forehead dropped as he chuckled against my shoulder. “But if you don’t start moving soon, I’m gonna have to hurt you.”
This had him in full belly laughs, cut short on a drawn-out groan because I clenched around his girth, enunciating my demand.
“Damn, baby,” he punctuated his words by withdrawing his hips, then surging forth again. “This is going to be fast. I promise to make it up to you next time.”
“Promises, promises.”