Chapter 22 Jasmine
JASMINE
I felt the scars when he kissed me. When his lips touched down ever so softly against mine. It was like he was gauging my reaction, figuring out whether or not to pull away. Their rough texture brushed against my lips. Against my cheeks. Against any part of my skin that touched his face.
My heart ached for him.
His tongue slid against the slit of my mouth, and I opened for him.
I still wasn’t sure what I was doing. I wasn’t sure if I made the right decision.
I was a person that calculated. A person who ran all of the numbers and went through all of the possibilities at my disposal before making the decision that was right for me.
But when our tongues melded together, everything else faded away.
“Mmmm,” I hummed.
“That’s it,” he growled down the back of my throat.
His hand whipped up, cupping the back of my head, preventing me from moving away from him. I felt my knees growing weak. He lapped his tongue along the roof of my mouth in a possessive sweep that shook me at my knees, and my hands flew to his chest.
I gripped his shirt, like I seemed to always do.
“That’s right, hold onto me,” he mumbled down the back of my throat.
I tilted my head back. The kiss was fierce. Possessive. There was nothing gentle or delicate about it. His hand held my head to his face, as if he were afraid I’d leave.
I couldn’t leave now.
Not with the pulsing between my legs.
“So good,” I mumbled as I sucked on his tongue.
It earned me a growl that puckered my nipples against my bra.
“Fucking hell, do that again,” he snarled as his lips encompassed mine.
I battled for dominance. His tongue was so much bigger than mine. His mouth overwhelmed me, even with how far I dropped my jaw to try and match his kiss. His arms swept around me. He picked me up, clear off my feet so quickly that my damn shoes came off, clattering to the ground.
I felt us move.
“Ghost,” I whimpered as I came up for air from our kissing.
He cupped the back of my head, not even allowing me to open my eyes before he sucked on my lower lip and forced entrance back into my mouth.
All I had was the air he afforded me. All I had was the touch of his hand against the back of my head.
His arm, slung around my waist. I didn’t even realize he moved us to his bike until my ass touched down against it.
Him, straddling the passenger’s seat. Me, on the main leather seat.
My legs, wrapped around him as he leaned forward to grip the handlebars of his bike.
I was trapped by him.
And I loved it.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered.
“Look up at the sky,” he muttered as his lips slid down my neck.
I tilted my head back, feeling my hair gracing his bike. His lips slid down my neck, the rough skin of his scars leaving goosebumps behind in their wake. He buried his face into my breasts, and all was forgotten about the sounds beneath us.
All I knew was the heat of him as his hands gripped my hips.
“Fucking hell, I love these things,” he grumbled as he massaged the excess there.
I bucked my hips. I wasn’t really sure why.
I just needed to move. I needed to feel.
I needed to know something other than the roundabout voices inside of my head that plagued me on a daily basis.
His fingertips slipped into the band of my sweatpants.
I felt my breasts puckering against the bra of the camisole that I wore, aching to break free from their pathetic confines.
“Fuck, Wreck! Harder!” Amanda cried out beneath us.
It made Ghost growl as his hand slipped into my pants. “Stay leaned back.”
“But I want to see y—”
The instant his fingertips brushed against my panties, heat shot up my throat and choked off my statement. I wanted to see him. All of him. But it was clear he wasn’t ready for something like that. His hand cupped my pussy, teasing me with soft massages through my damp cotton underwear.
“So beautiful,” he muttered.
I whimpered as I bucked against his hand.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“Ghost, please,” I choked out.
“Use your words, Jaz.”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks. “I need to feel you. Something other than myself for once. Please. Pretty please.”
He growled as his fingertips slipped beneath my underwear. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you beg.”
“Oh my God,” I said breathlessly.
His fingers wasted no time finding their final destination. The instant he brushed his thumb against my swollen clit, my body jerked. He chuckled, the sound dark and dreamy, just like him.
I lost myself in the electricity rushing through my body.
“That’s a good girl,” he growled as I felt a finger of his teasing my entrance, “Look at you, all sprawled out for me on my bike.”
He was right. I was practically reclined back against his handlebars, holding myself up by sheer willpower alone.
“Goddamn it, Amanda,” Wrecker growled from farther away.
It stopped Ghost’s ministrations.
“No, no, no, no,” I whimpered desperately. “I can block them out. I’m good at that. I can, I promise.”
I felt him move, and I wanted to cry. Did I do something wrong? I wanted to apologize. I wanted to grovel. Anything to get him to go back to touching me.
It had been so long since I let someone touch me.
“Close your eyes and lift your head,” Ghost said simply.
My lower lip wobbled, but I did as he said. I felt his hand slip beneath my head before he eased it up, and then slipped on the… motorcycle helmet? I heard him flip the visor down before he rested my helmeted head back against the bike handles, and his voice crackled to life in my ear.
Which meant he had put on his helmet as well.
“You can open your eyes,” he said.
They slowly opened and I lifted my head enough to watch him sling his leg back over the passenger’s seat on the back of his bike.
Gone were Amanda and Wrecker’s sounds from below us, muffled by the helmet and chased away by his voice directly in my ear.
I saw how his mask was pulled down to his neck.
I saw how the helmet was blacked out, just like his bike, covering his entire face.
And I watched as that visor focused on the area between my legs.
“Now,” he said as his hand slipped comfortably back to where it was, “let’s see what kind of sounds I can pull from you.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned as his thumb slipped effortlessly into my entrance.
“Oooo, I like that one, but Ghost is fine,” he said with a chuckle.
I raised my hand and mindlessly swatted at him, though I was nowhere near close. It only made him chuckle more as his finger swept against my aching clit, my body pulled taut, like a bow.
“Fuck,” I spat as I rolled my hips against his hand.
“Mmm. You should see yourself, Jaz. Spread out for me like a buffet.”
God, I wanted him to eat me like one, too.
My jaw quivered as his fingers sped up quickly, not giving me time to adjust. My hips bucked. My hands grasped for purchase anywhere they could find it. My back arched, pressing my helmet against a part of his bike.
I wasn’t sure which part.
I just knew he enjoyed it.
“Fucking hell, Jaz, you’ll be the death of me,” he snarled.
“So close, so close, so close, so close.”
He fell silent, and I lost myself in my head.
I envisioned him kissing me again, having that tongue all around my mouth and teeth.
I envisioned that tongue between my legs, eating its fill before I squirted all over him.
Sweat coated my brow as his bike rocked.
His ministrations didn’t stop, the insistent rhythm, unchanging.
“Ghost. Ghost. Ghost. Ghost,” I chanted as I shivered.
“That’s it,” he growled, “give it to me, Jaz. All of it.”
“Oh fuck.”
The words squeaked out on a dare as my back bowed.
He pressed his finger against my clit, and with a crook of his thumb inside of me, I burst. My eyes rolled back.
My body pulled taut. My muscles collapsed and expanded as my legs shivered against him.
I heard him chuckling in my helmet, a sound that surrounded me and blocked out the rest of the world.
But the instant I collapsed, his fingers hooked into my pants.
He pulled them, as well as my wet panties, down to my ankles.
“Now let’s see how you taste,” he said.
“Wha?” I asked as the world spun around me.
His chuckle was dark. “You just lie there like the pretty little thing you are. It’s time for me to have dinner.”
I had no clue what he meant. I mean, I did, but how in the hell would we—
My legs were up in a flash. I felt him slide them over the top of his head, with my sweatpants and panties still bunched up at my ankles. They worked as a connector, holding my legs over his shoulders, even though they were weak. And when his hands rested against my thighs, I heard the command.
“Look at the sky, Jaz. Its beauty has nothing on you.”
I felt his tongue in between my legs.
That wasn’t the only thing I felt, though.
I felt his scars.
Scars that extended across his cheeks just as much as they covered his mouth.
What the hell kind of scars would—?
“Oh my God!” I called out in shock.
He hoisted my lower body into the air like I weighed nothing.
Like my legs weren’t literally half of my fucking body weight.
With the crooks of my knees over his shoulders, my lower back practically lifted off his bike.
I dangled there helplessly as his tongue licked a thick stripe from my entrance to my clit.
He latched his lips around it.
“Ghost!” I choked out.
He growled against my wet pussy lips, and I lost myself. My hands sought purchase, and I found the tail ends of his leather jacket. I gripped them with all my might, not knowing which way was up or down. With each swipe, I felt it building. With each suckle of my clit, I felt it churning.
“Ghost, I’m gonna… it’s… a mess… I…”
“Ooooh, make a mess on me,” he snarled as one of his fingers found my entrance again. “Drench me in you, Jaz.”