Chapter 17
Shannon
Jamie’s presence was suffocating, but in the best possible way.
She rose onto her tiptoes, her tongue sweeping across her lips, and paused just a breath away from his face.
Tilting her head, she gave herself the perfect angle to latch onto his lower lip, tugging the satiny flesh into her mouth.
“I want more of this,” she rasped, her voice rough with desire as his lip popped back into place.
His thick grunt shot through her like an electric shock, sparking tingles down her spine.
With a smooth, calculated motion, he slotted the whip under his arm, his fingers threading through her tangled hair. Then he crashed his mouth onto hers, kissing her hard and hungry.
Their lips met with urgency, their tongues swirled in a heated dance. His fingers curled around her throat, securing her in place as his body caged hers against the wall.
The kiss deepened, fiery and seductive, until he pulled back, leaving a warm, aching emptiness where his lips had been.
She panted, her breath ragged, as his other hand roamed over her breasts, drifting lower toward the waistband of her tight breeches.
His fingers worked with precision, unclasping the top hook, then tugging the zipper down.
“Hold this, love.” His voice was thick with lust, his amber eyes almost black with desire. “In your mouth. Open wide.”
Her heart raced, a mix of shock and excitement.
He laid the thin black whip across her bottom teeth. Then he nudged her jaw shut, pressing the whip deeper, biting into the corners of her mouth.
His gaze lingered as he took in the way her chest heaved with each breath, her body responding to every move he made.
“That’s my good girl. Keep your eyes on mine. Don’t look away.”
With a slow, teasing movement, Jamie dragged the breeches to her ankles, bending at the knees until he crouched before her.
“I always thought sexy lingerie was my thing,” he said in a low rumble. “But these... These are an unexpected turn on.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, biting down hard on the leather .
“Practical panties for riding.” He squeezed her buttocks through the thick cotton. “Soft and baggy. Easy access for this...”
When the pads of his fingers traced the seam, her insides quivered. “I like them. They’re my new thing, Shannon. You... and these. A fucking hot combination.”
A throaty hum followed the teasing trail of his fingers, brushing over the cotton. “You’re even more fuckable in these.”
Kneeling before her, he nuzzled his nose against the fabric and, with a flick of his finger, the elastic snapped against her skin. “But they’re coming off.”
With both hands, he tugged them lower, his palms stroking the insides of her thighs.
“Feet apart,” he ordered.
She obeyed, opening as wide as possible, the breeches at her ankles acting like shackles.
“Tell me, did you love watching them suck my dick? I want to hear you say it.”
“Umm-hmm.”
She groaned as his fingers found her pussy, sliding through the slippery wetness with a mastery that made her body tremble.
With a long, drawn-out lick, he ran his tongue over her swollen clit.
“You’re being a very good girl. Now, tell me you liked it when they licked my balls.” His eyes shot to hers, dark and hungry.
Nodding once, she exhaled. The heady sensation of his sinful tongue had her squirming and hungry. He looked so damn sexy, on his knees before her.
“Did you want to play too?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
Sucking in a ragged breath, she let it escape in a soft hum.
He chuckled low in his chest, the sound rolling through her.
“I knew you wanted your turn.” His tongue swept over her clit again.
She whimpered, every nerve ending exploding in a flurry of sensation across her skin.
“Did you enjoy watching me come, too?” he rasped, his breath caressing her swollen, wet flesh.
She swallowed, aching to scream at him to stop teasing. Her fingers tangled in his thick hair, threading through the choppy length, and she nodded.
“I’m going to watch you come, love. Just like you watched me.” Jamie held her gaze, then licked over her pulsating clit, his stubble scraping against her skin. “You like it when I eat you?”
Her fingers tightened in his hair, a groan escaping her as she nodded in reply.
“How about when I fuck you with my fingers?”
Her head flew back, spinning with the sensation, her teeth almost biting through the whip still clamped between her teeth.
Bucking her hips, she lost herself as two fingers dipped inside her and he blew a puff of air directly onto her clit .
“Eyes down, Shannon.”
His teeth latched onto her clit, sucking first, then flicking his tongue, while two fingers pumped deep inside her.
He tormented her, his fingers pulling away just as she was about to break, keeping her on the edge.
“Patience, Shannon.”
Stopping the rush building inside her was impossible and just when he sensed it, he drew back just before she was about to peak, making her groan in frustration.
“You won’t come until I allow it.”
“Umm-hmm,” she moaned around the leather.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice a mix of approval and hunger. “You’re learning how to please me. Now come for me. Come on my hand.”
A guttural moan echoed in her ears as a quick, dirty orgasm spread through her core.
Jamie rose to his feet, holding her against the wall, teasing the whip from her mouth.
“You’re so fucking sexy, love.” He pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, and she collapsed into his chest.
With a low rumble deep in his chest, he laughed.
“We’re not done yet. Turn around and put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Quickly, she toed out of the fabric around her ankles, turning away from him and spreading her legs wide.
Excitement bubbled through her veins like champagne, the anticipation sparking with a flurry of fizz, ready to explode.
Jamie skimmed the leather along her trembling thighs, not giving her time to recover.
“Do you know how much my dick needs you?” His voice strained, dark and raw. “My dick deserves to fuck you, but I want to play with you first.”
She gasped as the narrow rod of the whip met her warm, wet flesh. He skimmed the tip along her folds, teasing her with the back-and-forth motion.
The foreign object nudged her entrance, then after a beat, it filled her.
Her jaw went slack, surrendering to the deep intrusion, a delicious secret that would linger in her memory forever.
He knelt behind her, swatting her ass and grazing his teeth over the burning skin, no doubt leaving marks. The whip continued to move inside her, dipping in and out, every movement calculated to heighten her craving.
Another hard slap hit. The burn had her yelping and panting harder.
“Do you like that? Do you like the sting of my hand on your skin?”
“Yes…” she exhaled the word.
“Turn back around,” he commanded.
Leaving the whip buried deep inside her, he grabbed her hips and spun her to face him. “Don’t close your eyes. Watch me. Watch what I do to you.”
Her gaze fell, locking with his. A slow, devilish grin curved his lips, the dimple in his cheek deepening as he pulled the whip out .
With a flick of his wrist, he twirled it around, positioning the leather loop at her pussy.
Light pressure tapped her pulsating clit, then a swift smack sent electric shivers of ecstasy racing through her body.
“Lean your back against the wall,” he ordered, rising from his knees, peeling off his shirt, and unbuttoning his jeans.
She obeyed, overcome by his orders and desperate to surrender.
When his shirt hit the floor, she stared at his chiselled chest, muscles rippling with every movement, tapering down to a v-shaped torso that led straight to his full, hard dick.
Never had she seen a body like his, and never in her wildest, wettest dreams had she imagined being able to touch a man like him.
Above his navel, a collection of letters sprawled in ink, and a detailed tattoo of three wolves cascaded down his flexed bicep.
He was dirty, divine, and everything she craved.
Dropping to his knees once more, Jamie tugged one of her legs upward, resting the back of her knee on his shoulder.
“You smell like sex and leather,” he growled, grabbing the whip near his knees. “Two of my favourite things.”
He ran the whip upwards from her ankle, creating a shivery path that led straight to her wet pussy.
“That’s it. Keep that leg right there while I make you lose your fucking mind. ”
With each light tap of the whip, the pressure grew, the rigid leather loop eventually smacking against her clit.
Her body lit up with heat, every muscle tightening.
Spreading her wide with his forefinger and thumb, he tapped a little harder this time, then again. Anticipation thrummed in her chest, making her pant harder.
Groans spilled from her lips as her gaze hunted his, finding him fixated on the task at hand.
The thin leather handle slipped inside her again, pumping in and out in rhythm with the movement of her hips. She gripped his hair, her body writhing, consumed by the explosive sensation building in her core.
“Fuck me, Jamie. Please, fuck me!” she cried out, almost there.
His tormenting touch stopped, but he kept the whip inside her, his body drawing back.
“Hold it inside your pretty pussy,” he ordered.
Shannon clenched her pelvic muscles and pulled the whip deeper, letting it hang between her legs as Jamie palmed his hard dick, rolling on a condom.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, gripping her breast and drawing her nipple into his mouth.
He sucked hard, then let it pop free with a wet sound. “I’m so hard for you, love. I might just ruin you.”
“I don’t care…just fuck me, Jamie,” she begged, her voice raw.
A seductive, heart-stopping smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“That’s it, love. Beg me to fill you.”
“Please…I’m ready…”
He reached between her legs and pulled the whip out, running his tongue along the length of it and grunting from the back of his throat.
“Fuckin’ delicious.”
His knuckles nudged her head up while his gaze drank in every detail of her face.
He fisted a handful of her hair, yanking her head back until her eyes met his.
“I want those pretty blue eyes on me when you come all over my dick. Got it?”
When she nodded, breath shaky and eyes locked on his, Jamie lifted her with ease, draping her legs over his hips and pressing her back against the cold wall.
Shannon inhaled, the fiery ache in her clit pulsing harder, molten heat tearing through her veins.
Jamie lined up, his dick thick and hot between her folds, and pushed in halfway, giving her a second to adjust to his size.
“Breathe for me,” he rasped, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear. “You can take me. You were made to.”
She nodded, unable to find her voice. He held himself there, half in, thick and teasing her with maddening stillness.
The stretch was delicious, just enough to make her crave more, but not enough to satisfy.
She rolled her hips, desperate for friction, for fullness, for him.
“Please,” she whispered, the word ragged with need. “I can take it, Jamie. ”
A wicked smile tugged at his lips. “You should’ve watched a tutorial on patience instead of poker.”
He moved his hips a fraction, nudging in a little deeper. “Because right now you’re a dangerous opponent with no discipline.”
She groaned when he kissed her. “But don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to play with me.”