13. Jayce
THIRTEEN
Jayce
W e tumble into her bedroom and I’m so fervently getting rid of her clothes.
It’s all I thought about today, and I can’t stop thinking about it. I do everything I can to get my stupid leg going, and I’m so glad when we’re finally in her bedroom.
It’s a spacious room with a four-poster bed.
She sits on it, getting rid of her leotards, then she smiles up at me.
“What are you thinking?”
I grin at the wooden bed. “Well, I didn’t tell you everything about me, I guess…”
She lifts her shirt and throws it onto her floor. “That is?”
I glance at her glorious boobs, and my dick bulges against my jeans.
Her eyes drift to my dick, and it only grows harder and harder.
“I used to like it rough,” I murmur, watching as she slides off her leggings.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she spreads her legs, caging my body in until her face is level with my cock. I grip the bed posts to my sides and tip my head back, exhaling as she presses a teasing kiss over the denim. My grip tightens around the columns, steadying myself. Another kiss. A slow, torturous one. Fuck. My dick twitches in response.
“I like bondage,” I say, the words slipping out of my mouth like a tease, my cock already twitching in my jeans like it knows what’s coming.
She doesn’t respond with words—no, she’s too fucking perfect for that. Instead, she bites down on my dick through my jeans, her teeth grazing the hard-on straining against the denim. I suck in a sharp breath, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. Fuck me dead.
Her fingers are already at my belt, deft and impatient, and like magic, she pops the button on my jeans, yanking the zipper down in one smooth motion. My cock springs free, hard as a fucking bat and already leaking precum. It’s like she’s unleashed a goddamn beast, and she knows it. She grips the base of my shaft, her nails scratching just enough to make me groan, and then she leans in, her lips brushing the swollen head of my cock before she kisses the tip. Her tongue flicks out, just once, lapping up the salty bead of precum that’s gathered there, and I swear I see stars.
She looks up at me, her eyes big and dark, her lips glistening with my taste, and I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect in my life. “Take off your hoodie,” she whispers. “I want to drool over your stomach.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I yank the hoodie over my head, tossing it to the floor, and her hands are on me before I can even catch my breath. Her fingers glide over my pecs, teasing my nipples until they’re hard as fucking pebbles, then trail down my abs, her nails leaving little red marks in their wake. “You feel so good, Jay,” she breathes, her voice trembling with want.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my cock throbbing in her hand. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She smirks, biting her bottom lip like the fucking vixen she is. “I have silk scarves in my closet.”
That’s all she needs to say. I’m already moving, stumbling toward the closet like a man possessed. My hands fumble with the drawer, pulling out a handful of soft, silky scarves, and when I turn back, she’s sprawled on the bed, her legs spread, her hands above her head like she’s waiting for me to claim her. I kneel on the bed as best as I can, my cock bouncing against my stomach as I reach for her wrists.
Her free hand reaches up to my face, but I seize her wrist just in time. “No,” I murmur, “you don’t get to touch, you get to surrender.” She draws in a sharp breath, eyes widening, and submits as I bind her hands to the bedpost, her breath catching as I cinch the knot with deliberate precision. “Good girl,” I growl, a dangerous satisfaction lacing my words.
Rosie’s eyes are wide now, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath, and I can see the wetness already soaking through her panties. I don’t waste time and rip the panties off in one swift motion, tossing them aside, and my mouth is on her skin before she can even gasp.
I eat her pussy like a starving man, my tongue lapping at her clit, my lips sucking and nibbling until she’s squirming beneath me, her moans filling the room. Her taste is fucking addictive. I can’t get enough.
“Jay,” she whimpers, her hips bucking against my face.
I pull back just enough to look at her pussy glistening with her own arousal, and I grin.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispers.
I exhale a hot, deliberate breath against her pulsating pussy, and she moans deeply, her body writhing so beautifully. “Tell me what you want.” I blow again, and a grin spreads across my face as she fights against the binding around her wrists, writhing with eager anticipation.
She looks like a goddess. All of her body laid out in front of me.
“Your,” she grits out, her voice trembling with that kind of desperation I love so much. “Cock.”
“Beg for it,” I command, looking up at her from between her legs.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I blow again, a cruel smirk playing on my lips as I watch goose bumps erupt across her feverish skin. Fuck, that’s hot. “Louder.”
“Please!” she begs, and there’s that little crack in her voice.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her. Now.
I drive into her with a brutal, animalistic thrust, my cock invading and stretching her tight, drenched pussy. She screams and her walls clamp down on me like a vice. Her room echoes with the filthy, primal sounds of our flesh slapping, her moans resonating as I claim her, rough and deep. My damn knee hurts but I don’t fucking care.
“Fuck,” I grunt, my hands digging into her hips as I start to pound, each thrust more savage and unforgiving than the last. “You feel so fucking good, princess.”
And we’re just getting started.
“What are you doing to me, daddy?” she says, and I’ve never had a girl call me that, but fuck, it turns me on. Plus the fact that she’s so much younger. God. This shouldn’t turn me on. It’s all wrong.
But it does and I get on that bed, tying her feet up, one to each side of the bedpost.
My mind is already filled with filthy thoughts of her body writhing beneath my touch. I make sure the knots are tight against her wrists and ankles. Oh, she’s a dirty little prisoner to my every whim.
My muscles ripple as I trace my fingers down her stomach, she moans softly.
It still feels like a dream.
How long did I imagine her like this?
Bound and ready just for me. To do what I want.
Rosie’s body is taut and helpless.
Her long, dark hair is wildly tousled, and her full lips are slightly parted, inviting me in. The outline of her sculpted stomach and the seductive curve of her hip are tantalizingly visible beneath. I capture her nipples with my mouth, biting down with a gentle ferocity as her cries of pleasure fill the room. That’s when I notice a candle flickering on her nightstand, the lighter resting beside it.
“Do you trust me, princess?” I murmur into her ear, feeling her nod against me.
With a deliberate slowness, I reach over, take the candle, and ignite it, before refocusing on the exquisite woman bound to the bed. My fingers trace a deliberate line from her collarbone down to her navel, leaving no inch of her untouched. She trembles under my touch and her body aches for me. And God, do I love it.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Patience, baby,” I say, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
I let the wax drip onto her stomach, watching as her body tenses and then melts beneath its touch.
“Jay,” she gasps.
“Is it good?” I ask, letting more wax fall, each drop met with a shudder.
“Oh God, yes.”
I let it drip once more.
“Is that what you want, baby girl?” I ask, my voice thick with raw desire.
“More, Jay,” she breathes, her restraint unraveling with every word.
She writhes against the bonds, but I’ve secured them too well, her struggle only adding fuel to the fire raging between me. I oblige, dripping wax onto her thighs, her moans growing louder with each drop. I can’t help but admire her.
I gaze at her with a ravenous hunger, taking in every inch of her exposed body. Her skin is so smooth and flawless, the lines of her muscles defined and toned. I can see every curve and dip.
Her stomach looks like sculpted marble. Her long legs begging to be intertwined with mine.
And fuck, now it’s time to feast on her again.
I lean in and press my lips against her wetness once more, teasing her with just a flick of my tongue. She bucks her hips against me, begging for more. My tongue swirls around her clit as she cries out.
“Jay, oh fuck, Jay!” she screams, her body shaking beneath me.
“You have no idea,” I whisper against her pussy, “how often I dreamed of this. When you sat there with us at the table. When you showed up in those sultry little dresses. When you danced.”
She shakes again, her hands fighting against the scarves to touch me. My dick jumps and I start to fuck the mattress, I’m so desperate.
I can’t wait to fuck her again. It’s just not now.
My tongue flicks over her little nub again and she cries out. I watch the goose bumps form on her delicate skin.
“You have no idea how often I jerked off after seeing you in your bikini, swimming in that pool I built for you.”
She moans. “God. Jay.”
I kiss her pussy. “How I looked at that perfect ass.” I slightly nibble at her nub. “When you came down from your room.”
I squeeze the ass. That perfect ass I never thought would be mine.
But it is. For now, it is.
I stick my tongue into her vagina, sticking it in and out and in and out. Eating her up.
Her climax hits her like a tidal wave, washing over both of us as she rides out her pleasure against my tongue. I can’t help but feel proud, knowing I’ve given her this moment of pure bliss.
She fights against the scarves again. “I want to touch you.”
“Oh-so eager, aren’t we,” I say but free her.
She immediately touches my bare chest and kisses me.
“Come here,” I say, lying down on my back next to her. Rosie climbs onto me in a sixty-nine position, her lips hovering above my throbbing length.
“Your turn, daddy,” she purrs, taking me into her mouth.
As she works her magic, I kiss away the remnants of her orgasm, our bodies intertwined in a symphony of lust and passion. I can feel myself teetering on the edge, barely able to hold back any longer.
“Rosie.” I gasp, my body tense. “I’m so close.”
She doesn’t stop, her pace only quickening, determined to send me over that edge with her. And fuck she does.