Chapter Twenty-Seven
JENNA
Tommy tracks my movements as I drag my body into the center of my king-size bed.
“Are you trying to escape?” he teases, smiling down from where he’s hovering above me, braced on one elbow and gripping his thick cock in the other hand.
Even if I wanted to run, I couldn’t, and it has nothing to do with the way he has me boxed in. I’m practically paralyzed, every muscle liquefying each time his eyes burn into me.
“I’m used to you being a brutal asshole.” I cast my eyes down to where he’s slowly pumping himself between my legs, pre-cum leaking from his dick and onto my duvet.
Tommy strokes himself again, spreading his palm over the head this time. I can tell it feels good when he does it, his blown pupils only growing wider.
“What kind of sex do you like, Jenna?”
His simple question pools in my core, and I spread my thighs wider.
Tommy takes advantage, settling down between them. One thrust of his pelvis, and he’ll enter me with ease.
“If you could design the perfect night with a guy, what would it look like?”
My body might be on fire, but my cheeks still flush hotter.
I don’t need to think about the answer to that question since I’ve fantasized about Mr. Right so often that I could write a full-blown novel about him.
Regardless, admitting to a boy—especially one I’ve hated for so long—about my true desires in bed feels like I’m stepping into a whole new vulnerable world with him.
Tommy notches himself at my dripping entrance.
“Let me tell you what I think you want from a guy.” He pushes just the head inside me and pauses on a steadying breath. “I think you want your man to throw you around the bedroom on occasion, but take it slow with you on the daily.”
Tommy’s tattooed hand ascends my upper thigh, wrapping around my hip. I’m not petite, but his handspan dwarfs every part of my body, and I love the dominant way it feels.
He pushes inside another inch, and I spread wider, partly to accommodate his size and partly because I’m powerless to resist his advances.
I can’t be sure where I am in the maze that is Tommy Schneider, although I’m not looking for the exit.
“You want a boyfriend who will mark your body and claim you as his in private and then wrap his arms around your waist for everyone to witness.”
When he pushes another inch inside, overwhelm slams into me like a ten-ton truck.
Tommy observes the flush of crimson that spreads from my cheeks all the way down to my chest.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” His smile is cocky, voice self-assured.
I wish I had the fight to deny him like I have so many times before. It would be safer to lie and tell him that he’s way off the mark.
I spread my thighs wider, and his smile turns warm.
“Good fucking girl.”
Now fully seated inside my pussy, Tommy swallows thickly as he shifts his hand from my hip and takes his full weight on both forearms.
“Reach down and feel us,” he commands, dipping his chin to where we’re joined.
I slide a hand between our bodies, and my duvet is soaked from us both.
Tommy pulls out slightly, and I smooth my fingers along his slick shaft, trailing a course toward his balls. They’re coiled so tight; I’ve no idea how he hasn’t blown already.
“Is that why you aren’t moving?” I ask.
He closes his eyes on a headshake, lips trembling with amusement. “You think I’m going to blow my load before I’ve even started?” He opens his eyes and looks straight at me. They’re almost black. “You’d never let me live it down.”
I massage his balls in my palm, using my own release to intensify his pleasure.
Tommy groans into my darkened bedroom, unable to stop himself from pushing all the way back inside.
“You might think you have me all worked out …” I whisper from beneath him, now massaging his dick each time he pulls out on slow strokes.
Tommy drops his head into the crook of my neck, setting open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone.
I can barely form words, but I’m determined to have my say too.
“And maybe you do know me better than I first gave you credit for.” My fingers are dripping and only getting wetter each time Tommy slides out of me. “But I’m certain that I know what you want too.”
“Tell me,” Tommy rasps against my sensitive flesh, sucking hard just below my ear.
I push through the pain, more desperate to let him mark me than I am to pull away from the sting.
“I think you want a girl you can leave in your bed at the ass crack of dawn and race home so you can climb back under the sheets with her after morning skate.”
Tommy hums against my neck, moving steadily toward my pulse point. “Keep going, Hellion.”
When he slides a hand under my pelvis, tilting it to hit a different spot, I gush all over us both.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper.
“I said, keep going,” he repeats, continuing to mark my throat.
Another stroke, and I climax, gripping his dick within my walls.
“Tell me what else I want, Jenna. Please.” Tommy’s voice is a plea, desperate for me to speak, while he fights back his own high so he can hear the words.
It feels like we can only be honest while he fucks me in this way. Like being this vulnerable with our bodies has somehow opened the gateway to the truths we’re longing to share.
This, right here, is two people being transparent after years of closure, and it’s scary as fuck for us both.
“Jenna,” Tommy bites out, growing impatient with my silence. “Please, keep going.”
When I squeeze his balls softly, he whimpers and moves his lips to my mouth.
“If you don’t level with me in the next thirty seconds, I’ll never fuck you like this again,” he threatens on a smile that reveals the lie lurking behind his statement.
I smile back and squeeze him again. “You really care what I think about you, don’t you?”
He licks into me, gliding his tongue across the roof of my mouth. I shudder at the sensation, which only kicks up the intensity of our sex.
“Look who’s playing games now,” he teases.
“I think …” I release his balls and trail my pointer finger toward his ass, stopping when Tommy pulls back from my mouth, eyes wide with lust.
I wait for him to give me the safe word, although it doesn’t arrive.
Pressing my slick finger against his tight hole, I edge only a centimeter inside him. It’s enough to shoot blood to his dick, and he grows even harder inside me.
With my other hand, I palm the back of his head and bring his mouth back down to mine.
“I think you like to play with a girl’s ass, but really, your ultimate fantasy is to be dominated.” I slide another centimeter inside, and Tommy moans into my mouth.
“Trouble is,” I continue, “you’ve never found anyone who could work that out.” I slide my finger out and then press back in a little further.
Tommy spreads his knees for me on a guttural groan, and I come all over his dick.
“Finger my ass while I fuck you, Jenna.”
Tommy begins moving faster inside me, and I gently return the favor.
“Has anyone ever done this to you before?” I ask.
He shakes his head, our teeth clashing on a frenzied kiss. “No. Only you. I would only ever let you do this to me.”
Slowly, I move deeper. I’d love to tell him that this is a first for me, too, but … playgirl, I guess. It’s true that I’ve never had anal sex before Tommy since I never felt the desire to let them take my ass, but I have slept with some kinky guys.
I push further inside him, and it doesn’t take me long to find the walnut-shaped gland I know will blow his mind.
Tommy stiffens above me when I circle his prostate.
I palm his left cheek and look him straight in the eyes when I see, for the very first time, the real Tommy. Pure vulnerability reflects back as he fights with himself—two personalities warring to break free.
“It’s okay; I got you,” I tell him. “Give me the real Tommy and let the other go.”
He presses his forehead into mine, scrunching his eyes tightly. “I swear to God, if you break me, Jenna …”
We both know that he isn’t talking about physical pain.
“I have zero agenda with you.” I attempt to soothe his anxiety. “But I do need you to relax for me.”
Tommy’s shoulders drop an inch.
“More,” I tell him, swiping my thumb under his left eye, like he does so often with me.
He studies my face for a beat and then exhales a long breath that uncoils every muscle in his body.
“Atta boy,” I praise, circling his prostate once more.
Tommy seals his mouth over mine, now framing my face with both hands.
On every thrust of his pelvis and stroke of my finger, he whimpers a different pleasure-filled statement. “Goddammit, Jenna. What the fuck are you doing to me?”
I come again, and Tommy reaches down and hooks my right leg into the crook of his elbow. We aren’t fucking any longer, and we both know it too.
“Helping you prove what you promised to me. You’re showing me the real you.”
“And it feels so fucking good,” he rasps. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Do you want me to make you come now?” I ask, soaking up my control.
Tommy nods once. “What does it feel like—to come like this?”
I laugh into his mouth. “I’m not a dude. I wouldn’t know. It might knock you out for the night though.”
“Do it,” he commands. “Show me.”
I move my finger in a downward motion and then revert to a circular stroke.
“Fuuuuck.” He tosses his head toward the ceiling. “I … I can feel two orgasms building.”
He thrusts into my pussy so hard that I shift up the bed.
“Hand yourself over, Tommy.”
He spreads his knees wider, and I massage him, pulling out briefly to gather our joint arousal before I’m diving back inside.
“Jenna.” He calls my name, and, Jesus Christ, that sounds fucking good.
“Jenna,” he repeats, shaking his head with pupils so wide that his eyes are fully black now. “I’m coming so fucking hard, Jenna. Y-you’re amazing.”
I feel his ass contract around my finger, and a second later, Tommy spills his hot cum deep inside my pussy.
I don’t think I’d be human if I didn’t come at the sight of this brutish, tattooed guy falling apart under my touch.
“Me too,” I softly reply. “All over your huge cock.”
Tommy’s body is wired with pleasure, shaking and shuddering above me. It’s the best sex of my life—and undoubtedly, his too. It’s us both stepping over into a world we didn’t think we were capable of entering.
It’s … perfection.
When he’s emptied everything he has, Tommy drops his head against my chest, still holding himself on one arm so he doesn’t crush me.
He’s fighting to stay awake, and I stroke the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Thank you …” he slurs, raising his head so he can watch me.
He looks like he did that time in the seedy bar. But this time, he’s drunk for an entirely different reason.
“For what?” I ask him, feeling his release leak out of me.
Tommy pulls out and then reaches down between us, gathering his cum and pushing it back inside my pussy.
He exhales a slow, satiated breath and kisses between my breasts. “For giving me this chance and letting me stay with you tonight.”