Chapter 49
FINLEY
“Staring is rude, you know?”
Jayden’s lips curve slowly, his gaze dragging from my ruined panties to my face like he’s got all night.
“Nothing rude about admiring my handiwork,” Jayden says, voice low and molten, curling under my skin as he offers his hand.
Fingers sliding into his, I’m yanked off the sectional with a squeal. Then he’s swinging me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, one arm locked around my thighs, the other gliding lower, claiming with every press of his fingers.
“I’m not even done yet,” Jayden murmurs, teeth nipping the curve of my ass before he carries me down the hall and tosses me onto his bed.
The bounce knocks a gasp loose. His scent hits instantly—clean soap, warm spice, his cologne settling over me like a second skin. My heart kicks harder as he drags me to the edge of the mattress. Like he’s been waiting for this moment. Like I have too.
A hand lifts my foot to his chest, Jayden’s gaze following the inside of my thigh before pausing on the bruised marks he left earlier.
“Do it again,” I whisper.
His eyes flick up, dark and steady, like he’s memorizing me.
“Where?” Jayden steps closer, thighs pressing to the mattress as he hooks my calves over his hips. Deft fingers work his buttons open while his stare stays locked on mine. “Where do you want my mouth, Finley?”
Words knot at the back of my throat as his shirt falls away. Muscle shifts under skin, moonlight carving over deep ridges, and I can’t think of anything except how much I want to feel all of him.
“Everywhere,” I breathe.
With one hard yank, he loosens his belt. The instant he unbuttons his slacks, they drop to his thick thighs. Leaving his hard length exposed. No underwear, just velvety skin.
Jayden steps out of his pants slowly. No rush as I watch, burning for him.
Then he’s crawling over me, his hand caressing up my leg. As if he can’t bear not to touch me somehow. As though he wants me as badly as I need him.
My pulse trips when Jayden cages me in with his arms. Heat radiates off him, percolating through the layers of my skin to my bones.
“We can stop anytime,” Jayden murmurs, lips brushing mine. “We don’t have to do anything you’re unsure about. We can just… cuddle. Sleep. Whatever you want, Lucky.”
“I’m sure,” I whisper, legs locking at his hips, hands gripping his shoulders like maybe I’ll fall apart if I let go. “I want you.”
A shaky breath leaves Jayden before his mouth claims mine.
The kiss starts slow, teasing. Savoring every second like time’s about to slip away. My fingers tangle in the chain resting against his chest, tugging him closer until his weight sinks into me, heat pressing everywhere.
One hand slides through my hair, the other braces beside my head as Jayden deepens the kiss, tongue stroking mine in long, coaxing swipes.
When his mouth trails lower, grazing my throat, my head tips back, baring more for him. My legs fall open, trembling and wanting, when his lips find the frantic beat of my pulse and linger there like he owns each and every thrum.
“Jayden,” I whisper, the word trembling out on a breath.
He shifts to his knees, lifting me with him until our faces are inches apart.
“You good?” Jayden asks, knuckles tilting my chin.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice catching. “You?”
A laugh rumbles deep in his chest. “You’re so beautiful, I don’t know where to start with you.” His eyes drop to my mouth before lingering lower. “I want all of you. Every inch, inside and out, baby.”
“Me too.” My lips find his chest, the taste of heat and skin branding my mouth. His hands sweep down my back, slow and sure, anchoring low over my hips.
“I’m spoiled for choice.”
That smirk tilts his mouth, boyish and wicked, and it sends my heart tumbling end over end.
“Start where you haven’t been yet,” I murmur, stealing another kiss.
A low growl hums through him like a warning.
“I haven’t had these tits yet,” Jayden says, sliding fingers under Elijah’s jersey, “and I recall you asking me to mark you everywhere.”
The shirt’s gone in one pull, leaving me in my simple white bra. His eyes burn as they trace every inch, something softer flickering beneath the hunger there.
“It’s okay if you change your mind,” Jayden says, voice careful against my jaw.
“Not going to happen.” My kiss lands on his cheek, sealing the promise.
He lays me back like I’m something sacred. Then his mouth trails down my throat, lower, lower, until the first sweep of his tongue over my nipple knocks the air from my lungs.
The second has my back arching. Heat spreads sharp and fast, a fire licking through me.
Teeth close gently over the tip, and a moan rips free before I can stop it.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Jayden groans, moving to the other breast, sucking, teasing, biting just enough to make me shake. “You’re so wet, baby. My cock is fucking weeping to get inside you.”
Every word sears through me, raw and reverent all at once. Like he can’t decide if he wants to ruin me or worship me.
Desperation hunkers into the marrow of my bones as my fingers twist in Jayden’s hair, holding him close when my body bows beneath his mouth, chasing each flick of his tongue.
“Please, Jayden,” I gasp as his kisses trail lower, lips and teeth dragging fire down my ribs, my stomach, the insides of my hips. The loss of his cock against me leaves me fraught, shaking. “I want… I need… more, Jayden, please…”
He takes his time. Every kiss is maddening, every lick slow enough to drive me half-crazy.
Long fingers hook my panties, sliding them down with aching care.
Every inch of me is maddened, worked up as his eyes catch mine through the valley of my breasts and his mouth descends lower, lower, until nothing’s between us.
“Fuck, Fin,” Jayden groans, teeth sinking into my thigh just hard enough to make me jolt. “You’re delicious. I could feast on you forever.”
The first stroke of his tongue over my clit shatters all thought. I’m nothing but a livewire in his expert hands. Beneath his masterful mouth.
My hands fist in his hair, back arching when he sucks me into his mouth and groans like he’s starving for this.
For me.
Every flick of his tongue winds me tighter, faster, until my thighs quake around his head.
He doesn’t stop when I break apart. Doesn’t stop when I cry out his name or quiver beneath his mouth. He licks me through it, steady and relentless, until I collapse back into the sheets, trembling, gasping, undone.
When Jayden finally lifts his head, his mouth glistens, eyes darker than ever, chest heaving like he’s just gone three periods without a break.
Speechless, I watch as he saunters to the bathroom, returning a second later in all his naked glory—condom packet in hand, his cock thick and hard as he stalks toward the bed.
He watches me, eyes raking over my sprawled body as he tears the wrapper and rolls the condom on.
When he climbs over me, bracing his weight on his forearms, my hands slide over his back. Mapping every cut and line of muscle before I hook my arms around his neck, holding him close.
Mine.
Mine. Is all that’s going through my head, the only thought as the blunt head of his cock glides through my slick folds, teasing until I’m shaking all over again.
When Jayden’s mouth claims mine, he pushes inside me with one slow, steady thrust that steals my breath.
The stretch burns, sharp and sweet, before melting into a deep, pulsing ache. A need that never sates or wanes. It grows and grows the longer he holds inside me.
“So fucking tight,” Jayden growls, voice frayed, holding still like he might break if he moves too soon. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I pant, hips shifting for more. “You?”
His grin wobbles, awed and wrecked all at once. He catches my wrists, pins them above my head, fingers threading through mine before pulling back slowly, letting me feel every inch before he slams in hard.
A sound rips from my throat, rough and raw. Echoing around us with his guttural grunt.
“Good girl,” Jayden rasps, his grin flashing dark as he pounds into me again, each thrust harder, deeper, until he’s hitting that spot that makes my whole body splinter apart. “You take me so good, baby.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, nails biting into his hands. “Don’t stop, please.”
Face buried in my neck, Jayden drives into me with relentless, punishing thrusts, filling the room with the slap of skin on skin, my gasps, his growls, the sounds thick and desperate between us.
Then his mouth finds that spot behind my ear and sucks hard—
I shatter.
Pleasure crashes through me like a wave breaking hard, leaving me gasping, shaking, pulsing around him as he keeps going, dragging me through every aftershock until I’m crying his name into the dark.
“Jayden,” I choke out when his rhythm stutters, his body tensing above me.
“Fuck… Fin,” he groans, voice cracking as he comes, thrusts slowing until he stills deep inside me.
We collapse together, tangled, his weight heavy but welcome, his mouth pressing soft kisses into my neck as he breathes me in.
“My perfect fucking girl,” Jayden whispers, words rough and wrecked against my skin.
I wrap myself around him, holding tight, like maybe I can keep this. Keep him.
Because right now, wrapped up in Jayden, I don’t ever want to let go.