Chapter 5 #3
“You want it rough? You like it sweet?” He turns off the highway, taking a state route. “What do you get off on?”
“I…don’t know,” I blurt out.
His brow creases. “You don’t know what you like?”
Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. My brain goes into overdrive, trying to remember if there was anything Leland did that I enjoyed.
My quick analysis comes up with nothing.
I always felt completely disconnected from him when we slept together.
He used my body, and I responded the way he wanted me to.
A few times, early on, he tried to get me off, but it was a long, frustrating experience.
After a while, he got tired of trying, and that was the end of my limited experience with pleasure.
“You’ve done this before, huh?” he says.
“Yeah, I just…haven’t really…done a lot of that,” I say lamely.
“A lot of what?”
My nail digs into my thumb, picking at the scarred skin. “I don’t come from sex,” I say finally.
“Well, you almost came on my hand. Is that what you need to get off?”
He’s so casual about this conversation. Inside, I’m dying. Leland and I never talked about sex. It was just something we did. Jensen flexes his hand, digging his fingertips into my thigh. Pain shoots up my hip. Without thinking, I squirm because it feels good.
“I don’t know,” I push out.
“Just tell me if you get off on it rough or gentle,” he says. “I’ll take care of making you come.”
Despite what happened at the bar, I have doubts that, as sexy as he is, he’s going to actually get me to orgasm.
Building me up is one thing, but getting me over the edge is another.
But I may as well let him try. At the very least, it’ll be exciting, and that’s what I’m craving, from my tingling head to my feet—I want to be breathless, panting in bed when he’s done, like I’ve seen in movies or read about in books.
“Rough,” I blurt out.
His brows rise. “One rough fucking, coming right up.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself,” I say lightly.
“What can I say? I get results.”
He’s quick, and I’m not used to smart men.
I study him again as he drives further and further out.
I’m expecting it to take hours, but he’s going very fast. It’s only a few more minutes before he pumps the brakes and pulls off the road, following a driveway lined with floodlights.
I can’t see around us, but I can make out a big ranch house at the top of the hill.
He pulls up outside and cuts the engine.
“You gonna take a shower?” I say, glancing him up and down.
“What? This is proof of my victory.”
“You’re on the hook for my UTI meds tomorrow if you don’t wash your dick.”
He takes the keys out and leans across the seat. I turn, thinking he’s going to open my door, but he takes my face in his hand, fingers on one side, thumb on the other, and kisses my mouth.
My eyes flutter shut as my body goes up in flames.
At first, all I can feel is my pulse and my brain humming.
Then, I become aware of my own desire and how my body craves him.
He kisses me, his mouth firm and exploratory.
I part my lips for him, and his tongue grazes mine.
Slow, thorough. Faintly minty tongue caressing mine.
He pulls back, less than an inch.
“You taste good,” he breathes.
“So do you,” I whisper.
He spits his gum into an empty water bottle in the console before pulling me in.
Our mouths meet again. This time, I unfasten my seatbelt and ease in.
His hand slides up my waist and cups my breast, rough thumb playing with my nipple through my thin bra.
He’s kissing me like he’s starving. Everything is hot, tortuously slow, and it tastes like I might do something so filthy with him tonight, I won’t be able to look myself in the eye tomorrow.
He breaks away from my mouth and bites the side of my neck. My toes curl in my boots. God, that’s so good. Mindlessly, I shift closer and move my knee to slide onto his lap.
His body goes stiff. He pulls back a few inches and puts his hand on my knee, blocking me.
“Let’s take this inside,” he breathes.
“You don’t like making out in your truck?”
“I prefer to be on top,” he says. There’s a hint of seriousness now. “That’s about my only boundary.”
I pull back, thrown off. He’s half-shadowed by the porch light. “Okay, that’s fine. I think I can suffer through being underneath you.”
He smiles, and I tumble straight down into butterflies again. He’s got such an attractive smile, with strong, nice teeth. I’ve never found men’s teeth to be sexy, but Jensen’s are. And I fucking loved when he bit me.
“I like being on top. I like being in charge,” he says.
I nod. “I’m fine with that.”
He kisses me briefly, cradling my chin between his finger and thumb. “Good girl. All you have to do tonight is come on my face and open your legs so I can come between them. Deal?”
Heat floods my neck. “Wouldn’t I need to be on top to come on your face?”
“Facesitting is all good. It’s just that other position…I’m not a fan of,” he says, opening his door.
“Is that why you have that mustache?”
“Yeah, that’s for precision parking.”
He jumps out and circles the truck so he doesn’t hear me giggling, which is good, because he doesn’t need his ego inflated. I’m composed by the time he opens my door and lifts me out. I turn to take in the house, but before I can make a comment about it, he spanks me across the ass.
Gasping, I whirl. He smirks.
“Before we go in, show me that ring finger, baby,” he says.
I lift my finger like I’m flipping him off. There’s no dent on my hand where I used to wear my wedding bands. They were so expensive, most days, I didn’t wear them, so they never left a permanent mark. He looks my fingers over and winks at me.
“All good,” he says.
“I’m no cheater,” I say, shaking back my hair.
“I don’t know you.” He slips a hand around my waist and ushers me up the steps to the front door.
“But you’re fucking me,” I whisper.
“I don’t need to know you to make you come,” he says, punching in the keycode.
“Tell that to my ex. He didn’t know me or make me come.”
He laughs, pushing in the door. “God, you got a quick little mouth on you.”
He doesn’t know the half of it. I step inside, and the lights come on automatically. He follows me into the pale wood hallway and closes the door, setting the alarm system behind us.
“Somebody did something bad to you, didn’t they?” he says.
I turn. “Why would you say that?”
He finishes with the lock and pushes his truck keys in his pocket. We’re standing so close, I can smell the sweat dried into his shirt. In the full light, I’m soaking him in like I’m dying of thirst and he’s a tall drink of water.
“Because you’re funny,” he says. “And you’re not scared of me.”
“Maybe I’m just funny and brave,” I shoot back.
He shakes his head. “No, you’re a little fucked up.”
He’s right about some of it. I am fucked up, but that’s not my fault. I don’t think I’m very brave. It’s just that for some reason, I’m not one bit afraid of Jensen Childress.
That doesn’t mean he’s not big, much taller than I am, and he feels a little dangerous. It just doesn’t feel like he would hurt me.
He takes a step in. I take a step back.
“I was voted funniest in my class,” I whisper, my back hitting the wood.
He braces a hand against the wall above my head and leans in close. “Now you’re just bragging.”
“It was a really small class.”
His face creases into a smile as he kisses me, and I feel his teeth brush my lips.
We kiss gently this time, exploring each other’s mouths.
His lean body sinks into mine. This time, I get to feel his erection harden against my stomach.
It’s a delicious lengthening that strokes my ego.
He gives me some tongue, and I love it, even though I fucking hated it when Leland did that.
With him, it felt aggressive and wet. With Jensen, it feels almost like slow sex with our mouths. I’m disappointed when he pulls back.
He lifts me in his arms and carries me into the kitchen at the end of the hall.
It’s clean but lived in. There’s a clean dish and cup on the draining board.
A calendar taped to the fridge with a bunch of appointments scrawled all over it.
An old wedding invite beside it. On the counter sits an empty mug with a coffee ring in it.
He sets me down on the table and takes my boots off. Then, he lowers me until I’m on my back.
“I thought you wanted me to sit on your face,” I say.
“I do.” He leans over, hand planted on the table beside my head. “You said you wanted me to get cleaned up, so I’m going to eat your cunt first, then I’ll shower and we can get to work. How’s that sound?”
“Maybe I should shower first.” I push myself up on my elbows.
“Nah, that’s a waste of good pussy. Spread your legs, baby. I know you taste good.”
“That’s… You’re nasty,” I gasp.
He grips my thighs and pulls me in like I’m a whole meal. “Just wait.”
I close my eyes, his kitchen fluttering out of sight.
His hands graze my bare thighs. For the first time in my life, I feel the eroticism of wanting to be touched instead of dreading it.
Guilt rises in my chest as his mouth traces my inner thigh.
I was sent here to seduce him, but now that he has me, I don’t want to hurt him. This isn’t how I thought this would go.
He says something. I crack my eyes, and he’s washing his hands at the sink.
Thoughtful.
Then, he’s back between my thighs, touching my pussy, sending tingles and desperate pulses through my hips. The guilt lingers until he leans in and licks me, from pussy to clit.
After that, there’s no room in my head for anything but him.