Chapter Twenty Seven
Jazz’s face was mottled with bruises. Some were older; some new. Her skin was interrupted with cuts. My brothers had really done a number on her. And yet, here I was. Her naked body in front of me, and mine between her legs.
She was exhausted, traumatised, riddled with some sort of Stockholm Syndrome.
I could take advantage of all of it right now.
Sink into her. Take what I wanted. But if I hadn’t rescued her from something I’d created, would I be what she was asking for?
What she wanted was release. Distraction.
I could give her that without taking anymore from her, no matter how much I wanted to.
Her eyes met mine. Beautifully dark and rich, and just that was enough to get lost in. Big, wide, expressive and darker now than when I’d first seen them, her pupils dilated, the black bleeding into that rich dark brown.
I pulled her face to mine, finding her lips, moving against hers.
She kissed me back, her tongue slipping out, meeting mine.
She tasted of warm mint. Her mouth hot, her breath against my lips.
My hand cupped the back of her head, no escaping me and what I was going to do to her.
When I broke away, she gasped, trying to push back into me, but my fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head backwards, listening to that low gasp and trying to ignore the hot messages jumping to my brain and my cock.
The skin on her throat was almost tasteless.
Damp, fresh, but with the tiniest tingle against my tongue of natural salt.
Her heart beat hard. I could feel it through my chest as it touched hers, her tits pushed against my skin, my tongue lapping at her neck.
Her pulse leapt there too, pumping against my lips.
I closed my eyes. She tasted divine. Her skin so soft.
Smooth. Markable. But she was marked enough, and I let the thought go, nibbling down her neck instead.
Her breathing hitched as I reached the top of her chest, the swell of her tits teasing at my chin. I hadn’t taken a proper look when she was naked. I’d tried to offer her some respect, but now, between her legs, the smell of her body heating under my touch, I needed to feel her.
I let my hands roam over her skin. Gently at first, feeling over the swell of those tits.
They bulged out of my hands. Too much of a handful, full.
Not heavy, but enough weight that they sat there, nipples straining out towards me.
My fingertips grazed over the ends, and she hissed into the air above me, arching her back, pushing herself into me.
Fuck. She’d ruin me. And everything I was trying not to do.
My mouth roamed, sinking lower, moving to those fucking amazing tits, feeling for the tight nub of her nipples.
I was trying to be gentle. Careful, but the moment my lips moved over her that control melted.
And I sucked down hard, my hands wrapping around her back, pulling her close.
I brushed my tongue over the end, feeling her wriggle in my arms, the gasps growing louder with each flick.
And my mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to have her submit to me completely.
My teeth clamped down on the nipple in my mouth, just enough pressure to feel her, to make her want to get away but want to stay at the same time.
And while her brain was confused, and she couldn’t decide whether she wanted more or to run, I let my hand sink down her stomach.
Her skin was smoother, the flesh on her stomach tight.
The tiniest brush of hair touched my fingertips as I sank lower.
I could almost feel the heat from her pussy as I got closer.
Her chest rose and fell against my face, the threat of suffocation from those fucking tits.
Like there wasn’t a better way to fucking die.
I traced lower, her thighs tensing, the first hint of the muscle in those legs I hadn’t looked at yet, only felt as they’d kicked out at me.
And now here I was between them, my fingers sliding over her slit, warm and sticky.
I dipped a finger, just the tip, tentatively, waiting for that little hitch of breath that would tell me to keep going.
And there it was, with a subtle gasp, her chest pushing into my face again.
Her pussy was already leaking juices. I could feel the wet clinging to the very apex of her legs, and I felt around her entrance, spreading it around her, before slowly pushing inside.
“Fuck,” she whispered into the air above me, and I slid another finger in, pushing upwards until I was in her up to my knuckles.
Inside her flesh was tight, grabbing and pulling at my fingers as I moved.
I pushed my thumb into her clit, tipping my fingers upwards, my thumb circling clockwise, then stopping, then circling again, not letting her get used to the rhythm.
I didn’t want her coming just yet. I wanted her begging, dripping over my fingers, waking up Baz’s neighbours.
Jazz’s hips started to move, and I switched to her other nipple, grabbing it with my teeth, forcing another finger inside that sweet cunt.
“You feel full, Jazz?” I asked, my mouth moving against the soft flesh of her tit.
“I can take more, Chase. You know you can’t fucking break me.”
Fuck. Even I was surprised by the growl that came from my mouth. I’d fucking break her. I’d have her begging me to stop.
I let go of her nipple, pulling out my fingers and pushing her backwards suddenly.
Then I climbed over the top of her, my cock brushing her pussy, moving over her stomach.
Even I could feel the sticky trail of pre-cum I left.
But she wasn’t getting any of that just yet.
I pressed down on top of her, feeling those fucking tits under my chest.
“I’ll fucking break you, Tiger.”
Jazz opened her mouth. I knew she couldn’t resist the urge to fight me. I knew it did something to her. And just as whatever challenge was about to slip off that tongue, I pushed my fingers into her mouth.
“Fucking suck them, Jazz.”
I pushed my thumb into her cheek, forcing her mouth around them.
Her eyes darkened, staring up at me from where I straddled her.
For a moment we stayed that way, looking at each other, my fingers soaked in her juices and rammed in her mouth.
And then her tongue swirled over the tip of them, tasting, licking.
And then she sucked. And, my fucking god, that feeling as she pulled my fingers deeper into her mouth, the sensation hitting my fucking cock, sending the bastard dripping even harder.
My eyes closed as I willed myself to stay in control, her mouth dancing over my fingers.
When I tried to take them out, she sucked harder.
That could be my cock. That fucking would be my cock.
But not right now. I’d promised myself I’d sort her out first. My last gentlemanly act of the fucking night. Ladies fucking first.
I pulled free, wriggling off her chest and back to the bottom of the bed, my fingers gripping the flesh of her thighs and yanking, pulling her down the bed till her arse was almost hovering over the floor.
Then I sank to my knees, pushing my face in between her legs and taking a big deep breath.
The smell of her cunt sent my mind racing and my heart thumping. She was all warm earth and fresh soap.
I reached my tongue out first, swiping the tip through her wet slit, her thighs immediately clamping around my head and, fuck, they were strong.
If I didn’t die of suffocation tonight, I would be doing something wrong.
I licked again, taking my time, tasting everything about her.
The stubble of once-shaved pubic hair was rough against my tongue, the juice spilling from her pussy tangy, almost sour.
It tingled the nerves, making me salivate like a dog waiting patiently for a treat.
I swiped my tongue over her again, and this time her hips bucked as she pushed into me.
She was desperate. Desperate to come. I could feel it through the slight tremor of the muscles in the legs that wrapped round my face.
I could feel it against my tongue as she pushed her pussy against me.
I pushed inside her, tasting her even more, licking, flicking, and listening to her gasp above my head.
And then I moved to her clit, where the nub was swollen.
When I blew on it, she inhaled hard, already overly sensitive.
And when I covered it with my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, her hips bucked into my face.
Her swollen clit tasted delicious as I sucked down hard, feeling the scratch of fingernails in my hair and the squeeze of her legs.
She pushed my head further into her, moving with me as I sucked and licked.
I pulled at her legs, hooking them over my shoulders, feeling each thrust of her hips into my mouth, against my chin.
She tasted sensational, her juices covering my face.
I would drown here between her legs or suffocate.
I didn’t give a fuck which and now I eased my hand in, sliding my fingers inside of her as I worked her clit, licking, sucking, swirling.
“Ah, shit,” I heard her, her words muffled as her thighs covered my ears.
Her hips moved faster, grinding her cunt into my face.
Using every part of me. My fingers, my tongue, my face.
Her breathing was audible, loud gasps, the hint of a whine.
She was close, really close. The sounds falling from her mouth now were pure desperation.
I drew my fingers in and out of her, screwing and feeling, sucking and nibbling and pulling on her clit.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” She cried out.
Her body shook, her legs spasmed, her body completely out of control. And I was completely covered in her as she rubbed against me, pulling at my hair and slamming her pussy against my face.
Eventually, her body stilled. Her breathing still rapid, her thighs still closed tightly round my head. And I could have stayed with my face buried in her cunt all night. But my balls ached, and my dick throbbed.
Slowly I peeled her legs off me, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and pulling her to me where I could see her. I eased her down, rubbing the tip of my cock against her wet pussy and stroking it over her slit. Once I swiped through her, and then again.
“Open your eyes, Jazz. I want to see those fucking beautiful eyes as you slide down onto my cock.”
Her eyelids fluttered, delirium still clutching at her senses, and then slowly she looked at me.
Her pupils blown. Her eyes were almost entirely black.
But as she stared at me and I lowered her slowly onto my cock, the specks of rich chocolate brown returned.
So much for just giving her what she needed.
Now I was going to take my fucking share.