CHAPTER TWENTY
Rebecca—
JJ’s weight on top of me and the way he’s pinning me to the mattress with his muscled body sends delicious fire skittering along my body.
Rising on his elbows, he brushes a lock of hair off my face. “You’ve got beautiful hair, Becca.” He leans and inhales its scent, then before I know what he’s about to do, he rolls to his back and pulls me on top until I’m straddling his body.
He tugs on the fabric of my nightgown. “Take this off.”
I stare at him for a moment, second thoughts filling my head. I’m about to cross a line—a huge line—and self-doubt floods me. Is this wrong?
“Not too late to change your mind, Becca. We can stop if you want.”
JJ’s words push all those worries from my mind and settle the decision for me. I don’t want to stop.
I pull my nightgown over my head.
His heated gaze drops to my bare breasts.
“Gorgeous.” His hands cup them, his thumbs thrumming my nipples until I can’t help but let my head fall back, and my eyes slide closed.
He sits up, locking his arms around me, and takes first one erect nipple into his mouth, and then the other. He licks and sucks until my whole body is flush with heat and arousal, wanting more.
When I rock against him ever so slightly, he drops to the bed. I open my eyes, letting him see the hunger in mine. My chest rises and falls with my breathing.
His palms stroke up my thighs to the apex and push my panties aside.
He runs his thumbs along my pouty wet lips.
His eyes flare at my arousal, and he spreads me open, seeking and finding my clit.
He brushes lightly against it, and I jerk in reaction at that first touch.
No one but David has ever touched me there.
I close my eyes and push all thoughts of my dead husband from my mind.
This is JJ, and thoughts of him are all I want in my head.
“Easy, girl. I’ll be gentle if that’s what you want.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, not sure if gentle is how I want it.
“You good?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
He keeps up his light strokes. “Last thing I want to do is send you running, but you’ve been through a lot losing my brother and, if I’m guessing correctly, I’m the first since he’s been gone. Am I right?”
I nod. “I don’t want to talk about him right now, JJ.”
“Me either,” he replies.
I silence all talk by rocking into his hands, and widening my legs to give him better access, settling the matter of how much I want this.
His eyes darken, getting the message.
“Lift your hair off your shoulders,” he orders.
I do as he asks, taking the tousled curls and clutching them atop my head.
“Stay that way.”
There’s nothing hiding my body from his gaze now, and my breasts jiggle with every movement I make. I can see it’s exactly what he was after.
He keeps at me, stroking in long swipes, and then the pad of his thumb presses harder, circling insistently until I’m bucking, my breasts bouncing.
Then all at once, he slows things down, lightening his touch to a brushing tease.
That barest graze of his fingertips drives me wild with need.
He sits up and latches onto my nipples, groaning when I shudder.
Then he returns his attention between my legs and slides a finger into me so deeply I gasp.
One finger turns into two, and he increases his pace with a twist of his thumb over my clit—little glancing blows to give me a taste of what I crave.
The man knows what he’s doing and soon has me teetering on the edge, up on my knees, straining toward him.
“Oh God, please,” I pant.
I writhe, my breasts aching for his touch to return to them. I tense against him, my rushing orgasm plowing into me with such force I’m overwhelmed, my mouth falling open with a long moan.
He cups my face with a palm, and I lean into his touch.
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you get off.”
His words make me melt even more, and I collapse on top of him. He takes my weight and rolls us until I’m under him.
He rises on an elbow, his eyes lit with the hunger he’s trying to keep in check. I can’t help wondering—worrying, actually—if he’s going to be too much for me, and if I can please him, and if I’m experienced enough for a man like him.
He taps my forehead. “You’re thinking too much. Just feel.” As he holds my gaze, he slides one finger into me without warning. I arch up, and my thoughts drift away. One finger becomes two, curling and seeking that sweet spot that has a long moan shuddering from my throat.
“You like that?”
I nod. “Mmmhmm.”
“Want more?”
I’m not sure I can take more. I’m still coming down from the last orgasm, but I find my head bobbing yes.
“I’ll give you as many as you can take, pretty girl.”
He leans in, his lips trail over my quivering skin, brushing the soft hair of his beard along my heightened nerve endings, making me thrust my breasts up, wanting his mouth desperately.
He doesn’t deny me, taking each one and tormenting them until they’re red and sore, and still, I want more.
I ache at the loss of his mouth when he moves lower, drawn to what waits for him between my legs.
He hovers over me, watching my pussy as his fingers work me into another frenzy, until my hips are lifting off the mattress.
“I can’t wait another minute to taste that sweet honey, angel.”
He shoulders between my thighs and replaces the strokes of his thumb with the flat of his tongue.
Another flood of release flows from me, and he laps it up, moaning his pleasure.
“So fucking sweet, baby doll.” He pins my thighs wide. “Sweet Becca, all spread open for me, like a gift from heaven.”
He slips his hands under my ass, hauls my pussy to his mouth, and sucks my clit so hard I gasp. He doesn’t relent but feasts until I’m thrashing.
“Please,” I whisper, my breath sawing in and out. I arch up, and my thoughts scatter as he laps at my clit with long, slow licks. I glance down my body to see he’s watching me, hunger bright in his eyes.
After another orgasm, he hauls my limp body up onto my knees and positions me facing the headboard. His hands close over my wrists, and he places my palms on the wall. “Keep them there.”
His knees push mine apart, and his hands pull back on my hips, until my ass is tipped up for him.
I quiver, holding the position and waiting for what he’ll do next. The anticipation draws out my desire and I realize how desperately I need him to take me.
His warm palms run over my spine.
“You have the softest skin I’ve ever touched. Close your eyes, Rebecca.”
I drop my head, obeying him instantly and taking in the sensation of his calloused palms stroking over me. It’s exquisite and sends shivers over my skin. Eventually, those hands find their way to my breasts, and I moan when he plays with my tender nipples. He pinches them, and I arch.
“Stick that ass out.”
I comply, and his hands move over my ticklish ribs, the indent of my waist, my hips, and then two fingers slip into my pussy. I stutter in a ragged breath at the sudden quickness of the invasion.
“You know how wet you are?”
I feel his erection rest against my ass cheeks. He rubs the head through the wetness in little circles around the opening of my pussy. “I’m dying to drive into you, holding nothing back.”
I nod, my teeth dragging across my lower lip, already imagining him doing that.
“You want it rough?”
I nod again.
He smacks my ass cheek. “Stick that ass out like I like it.”
I instantly obey, arching my body, my muscles fully extended and my breasts swaying. One warm palm glides up and down my back.
“I love those little dimples at the base of your spine. So fucking sexy.”
Then, when I’m almost lulled by his words, he shoves deep in one powerful stroke. My body sways forward, my elbows bending and pressing against the wall.
He grips my hips and pulls me toward him, groaning in my ear as I envelope him to the root.
“Fuck, you’re like a silken fist.”
I don’t move, so lost in every sensation, every touch.
But he does, a few slow strokes at first, then faster, and it isn’t long before he’s hammering into me relentlessly, his hands tight on my hipbones, dragging me backward as he pumps into me. The sound of smacking flesh resounds through the silent room.
“You’re so damn tight. Squeezing me. Dripping all over me.”
My breathing is choppy, and I long to touch him.
My pussy squeezes him, making him fight to get deeper. It only drives him wild. “Fuck, baby doll. I’m gonna make sure you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow.”
I shudder in a breath and gasp as he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me up until my back is pressed against his sweat-slick chest. He pants in my ear. “You like it wild. So do I. You’re fucking perfect for me.”
I turn my head and capture his mouth for a quick kiss, then pant, “Don’t stop. Oh, God.”
I feel his smile against my cheek, and his hand tightens ever-so slightly. Another flood of release flows over his dick.
He licks the side of my throat and drops his other hand to my pussy, his fingers rubbing circles around my clit until I’m bucking against him. He’ll have none of it, though, demanding control as he locks an arm around my ribs and tightens his hold to pin me to him.
“I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want, Becca, because you’re worth it, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear.
I buck harder, my pussy clenching down on him, giving him what he wants.
His teeth slice over my earlobe, nibbling while he fucks me hard and rough and wild.
“I’m so close.” But he already knows. My body is telling him everything he needs to know.
“Is it too much? Am I too rough?”
“No. I love it,” I pant the words.
“That so?” He buries his fingers in my hair and tugs my head back, exposing my throat. His sparkling eyes lock with mine.
“I like you controlling me,” I whisper, taking all of him again and again. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink. Each stroke is ecstasy. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
His voice is thick with barely restrained need. “Give it to me. Come for me, Becca.” He covers my mouth with his, and I let myself go a third time, giving in to the pleasure I tried to hold back.
How could I think a man like him would settle for anything less than my absolute surrender to the sensations he’s dragging out of me?
My release flows over him as I undulate my hips, rubbing my ass against him, accepting the harsh kiss until he pulls away, bares his teeth, and roars with his own release.
His arms lock around my ribs, and he pants against the curve of my neck. Slowly his hold gentles, and he takes me down to the mattress, then kisses every inch of my sweaty body as I gasp for breath, my heart still pounding.
When he gets to my hip, his thumb brushes across the little butterfly tattoo, and his eyes lock with mine, a wicked grin on his face.
“I knew it.”
“Knew what?” My brow furrows.
“Knew you had a tattoo. That day at the Chinese restaurant. I even knew it’d be a butterfly.”
“Am I that predictable?”
“Not at all. Maybe it was just my wishful thinking, hoping there was at least a bit of a wild side hidden deep inside you.”
“Guess you just found that out.”
“Guess I did.” He looks pleased.
He moves down my body and laps up every drop of my release, groaning with pleasure, then slides up my body to rest his weight on top of me, and the sensation is delicious.
I wrap my arms around him.
He dips his head to kiss my lips. Just a soft peck.
“Any regrets?” he asks, and I notice the worry on his face.
“None,” I say with a smile, putting him at ease. “That was wonderful, and I needed this.”
“Good.” He drops to his back and tugs me against him, wrapping an arm tight around me. “Now get some sleep.”