Chapter 22
LAINEY
My heart is hammering in my chest as I quickly walk downstairs and dig my sports tape out of my work backpack before tiptoeing back up to Jensen.
Why is he doing this?
Deep down, I know why. To make me feel safe and comfortable after the time I freaked out when he touched my neck.
The air is hot and heavy as I reenter into the bedroom. My gaze is nervously locked on to the floor as I walk back over to Jensen and hand him the roll.
“Give me a hand?” he asks, wetting his lips.
I nod, feeling like a fish out of water.
He pulls himself backward on the bed with his arms, scooting until his back is against the headboard, his legs lying out to his sides.
The way he’s watching me makes me feel like I might actually combust.
“You should probably take that off first.” I tug on his sweatshirt, and he smirks.
“You just want to see me shirtless again.” He winks.
I mean, he’s not wrong.
“Like I said, you could use some more conditioning,” I tease him, and his eyes narrow sensually.
“Let me show you just how conditioned I am, even with a torn knee.” He adjusts his hips, and my core pools with desire.
Holding my gaze, he flicks his baseball cap to the ground and grabs the bottom of his sweatshirt and slowly lifts it off his bare torso, gradually exposing every thick ridge of muscle. Even when he sits at this angle, his abs are sharp and defined. He’s an alien—that has to be the only explanation.
Lifting it off his shoulders and head, I stop myself from drooling as I’m mesmerized by the curves of his arms and shoulders, toned to perfection.
“The look in your eyes makes me think you like exactly how fit I am.”
My gaze flicks up to his, and I swallow hard, having a hard time finding words to argue with him. “You know you’re hot, Jensen. I don’t want to make your ego any bigger.”
He blows out a quick breath. “That’s not the only thing you’re making bigger.”
My jaw unhinges when I hear him say all of the things I’ve imagined him saying to me when we were younger. I never really thought this day would come, especially after we parted ways after high school. But now I’m in his bed, and he’s asking me to tie him up. Dreams really do come true.
“Bind my wrists to the posts,” he orders me, and I snap out of my stupor, instantly following his instruction.
I wrap his wrists with the tape, trying to avoid the hairs as I secure his hands in place, one by one. “Are they too tight?”
“No,” he grunts. “They’re comfortable.”
He looks like a sacrifice with his arms pinned out at his sides, and I can’t believe that it’s all for me.
“Now what?”
I haven’t been with anyone but Cole, and most of the time, I wasn’t really present for any of that either, so this is a whole new territory than I’ve ever experienced before.
Licking his lips, he leans his head back slightly. “Now use me. Ride my tongue and let me make you come with my mouth. Take my dick out and let me show you how I can fill you up. Fuck, Lainey. Do whatever you want. I’m yours.”
Holy shit.
Something relaxes deep inside of me at his surrender, opening me up to a vulnerability I thought was long gone.
I don’t want to disappear in my mind when it comes to Jensen.
I don’t want to black out the moments. I want to remember them all.
That’s exactly what he’s giving me—freedom and choice, total control.
And I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life.
He makes me feel sexy and confident, truly and deeply desired. I never imagined having sex with him tied to the bed, but there is something so enticing about it, having him at my will.
I’m going to make it worth his while though, make him feel as good as he’s already making me feel inside.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I grab the bottom hem of my Nighthawks shirt and slowly pull it up, lifting it off of my head, leaving me in an unlined black lace bra.
I’ve always had decent-sized boobs, ones I’ve never really flaunted, but I want to now with how he’s caressing them with his stare.
Reaching behind my back, I unhook the clasp and let my arms relax to the sides, the bra falling away completely.
I toss it onto the floor as he watches me like his favorite show in the world, his attention completely undivided as I move onto my joggers, wiggling them as sexily as I can down my hips.
A giggle bursts free from me as I feel a little silly, trying to put on a show.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, Lainey. Don’t worry; I’ll make you believe it eventually.” He groans, stretching his neck back, his lips hanging open as I kick the pants onto the floor, my panties the only barrier between us.
“I’m nervous,” I murmur honestly, not needing to put on a front when it comes to Jensen.
He tugs at his hands. “See this? Nothing to be nervous for. Do you know how long I’ve imagined tasting you? The endless nights that I’ve spent fantasizing about you with my hand around my cock. Tonight’s going to be perfect.”
His words cause a burning sensation to pool in my core, making every nerve beg for his touch and his kiss. I want him so fucking badly, and he’s presenting himself on a silver platter.
I’ve never led before, but I’m willing to try for him.
“Take your panties off,” he grunts, a deep, masculine rumble cutting through the room.
Pressing my lips together, I wet them and bite down, hooking my fingers into the lace. “Like this?”
A burst of confidence hits me as his pupils explode, his dick throbbing visibly in his sweats. I’m doing this to him. Me.
Shimmying them down my hips, I crumple them up and add them to the pile of clothes on the floor before taking a hesitant step toward Jensen.
A moment passes between us while he holds my stare, his eye contact intense, as always. “Come here.”
My core aches as he sticks his tongue out and tips his head back.
“Ride my tongue, baby. Fuck, you’re sexy. Drench my mouth in your cum.”
I might not always feel sexy, but I do right now, like the hottest woman in the entire world. Step by step, I work closer to his head, my thighs spreading as I stand on the outside of his torso, looking straight down at him.
A devilish smirk lifts his lips, and he leans forward, breathing me in deeply. “You smell so goddamn sweet. Let me get a taste.”
He inches his head forward, and when his tongue strikes my center, I gasp, jumping at the shooting pleasure. Placing my hands on the wall, I scoot forward, positioning myself directly over his mouth, and he doesn’t wait a second to take full advantage.
His wrists fight the restraint as his tongue laps through my wetness, a groan vibrating from his lips. He plunges it inside of me, surprisingly deep, and I moan in response, my forehead rocking against the wall.
“Lower,” he murmurs into me, and I drop without thought, bending my knees and sinking down on his face. He groans repeatedly against me, his tongue plunging into me, over and over.
My head falls back as my hips roll of their own accord, finding friction against his nose. Oh my God.
His mouth switches between tongue-fucking me and sucking on my clit, a tantalizing sensation that has my breath quickening as my nerves bundle up. Holy shit, he’s going to make me come like this.
Cole hasn’t made me come in years, and when he did, it was because of the work I was doing. But this … this is all Jensen, working my body like he was created to do just this.
“Jensen,” I whimper, and his pace quickens, devouring me whole as my skin begins humming. “Oh God, just like that.”
A shudder runs through me as his nose swipes through my core, flicking against my clit and making my hips buck. “You won’t suffocate me, Lainey. Ride my face like you mean it.”
Desperate for the friction, I do as he insisted, grinding my hips down on his firm tongue, finding a whole new slice of heaven I’ve never experienced before. I use his mouth, his tongue, his nose, over and over as my orgasm nears.
He groans deeply against my flesh, and I’m a goner. He sucks on my clit as I plummet off the edge, coming harder than I ever have my entire life. My thighs quiver, shaking around his head as my orgasm plows through me, wave after wave of pleasure.
He laps my center, collecting every possible drop. “Mmm. I knew you’d taste good. So fucking sweet.”
Stepping back on shaky legs, I look down at his glistening face, feeling slightly embarrassed at the state I left him in. I drop down onto my knees, straddling his lap and gasping as he bucks his hips up, his massive erection thrusting against me.
Gently, I wipe his face, my body burning up with overwhelming emotion as he watches me carefully.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you are. Beautiful. Sexy. Mesmerizing. I don’t even want to blink and miss a second.” His words melt me to the core, and the bulge in his pants twitches, deepening the ache building up again in my core.
I want more. I want all of him.
Walking backward on my knees, I bend down and run my mouth over his sweats, watching his brows crease and mouth open as he exhales heavily.
“Fucking hell.”
Grabbing the waistband of his pants with both hands, I pull them down, and his erection springs free, bouncing in my face.
Holy shit, he’s thick.
I wrap my hand around it, my fingers and thumb unable to close completely, an inch gap between them. There’s no way seven inches of this is fitting inside of me.
As if reading my thoughts, he murmurs, “It was made for you.”
When I flick my tongue out, his head rolls back with his eyes, and I wrap my mouth around his fat tip, moaning as I take an inch into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.
He’s helpless right now, completely weak from how I’m making him feel, and there is something so empowering about it. I take more of him down my throat, fighting the gag reflex that is screaming in the back of my mind.