Chapter 7
seven
Shea
I’m going up in flames.
My body doesn’t know what to do.
Emma’s father has his mouth between my legs, and I wasn’t expecting anything beyond the spanking.
I didn’t allow myself to. How could I have imagined this when I didn’t know such delicious sensations were possible?
His tongue is pressed tightly between the divide of my sex, dragging in wet, savoring licks, and the air around me closes in, cranking to a hundred degrees.
Time slows down and I whine. I whine for God.
Jason’s mouth knows things I’ve yet to learn.
It teaches me lessons with achingly slow laves of my clitoris, while his huge hands stroke my bare thighs.
His touch travels up my hollowing tummy to my breasts, seizing them like twin treasures, molding them in his mature, experienced grip.
I watch his mouth dip low, again, again, the fireplace glow flickering on the breadth of his shoulders.
The size of him turns me on more. The age of him.
How he has taken charge of me. My bottom still smarts from his dominance, and that ache feels all the sweeter as he gives me the opposite experience now.
Pleasure after pain.
“Oh, my goodness,” I whimper, my head tossing on the couch.
Something is building inside of me. An inferno. A storm.
I don’t know.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, angel,” Jason says in a gravelly voice, his lips still pressed in deeply to my flesh. “This here is virgin cunt.”
“Uh-huh.”
“My God.” He groans into a reverent kiss of my core, twisting his mouth sideways and feeding his tongue into my opening.
Kissing me the ways actors kiss each other in the movies.
Only I can feel this. The coil of tension inside me.
The rake of tongue over sensitive nerves, sending a pealing ring of urgency through my entire body. Arching my back.
“Please,” I manage, no idea what I’m asking for.
“Don’t worry, angel, I’m going to eat until you’re good and limp.
” He exhales roughly while raking his open mouth over my mound, rubbing his stiff lips in my wetness.
“I’m damning myself to a lifetime of never being satisfied with anything else, but so fucking be it.
If this isn’t the slickest little pussy on God’s green earth… ”
“Oh. Oh!”
“Bet you’re so tight, I’d have to force my way in.
” He bites my inner thigh, his knuckle twisting against my breach, over and over, until it starts to feel good.
So good. I want it deeper! “You think that spanking hurt? You didn’t even scream.
Not the way you’d carry on if I popped that horny co-ed cherry. ”
He’s talking about sex.
He’s talking about having sex with me.
And he’s telling me in no uncertain terms that it would hurt.
But that only makes me want him inside of me more.
There is something about pain being inflicted on me by a man who desires me sexually…
that lights up a foreign, perhaps alarming section of my brain.
I love the imagery it paints. I love the way pain for the sake of arousal makes my core flex until it hurts.
How those stray fantasies make me feel limber and hot. Wanted. Needed.
I want him to give me pain, because that’s what I give him.
Frustrated, unfulfilled pain.
An ache in his pants that makes him mad.
“Take it out on me,” I murmur, delving my fingers into his hair. Lifting the apex of my thighs toward his mouth, rubbing myself on his stiff tongue until a tremor snares me. Twists me like taffy. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want to feel everything.”
“Stop,” he growls, lapping at me hungrily, his gaze glittering up at me. “Don’t let me find out what it’s like to fuck you, Shea. Don’t make me live knowing how good it is when I can’t have it any time I want.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, knowing I have him cornered. “Just this once.”
“No,” he roars, coming up and over me.
Dropping his weight down on top of me with a shudder. From us both.
His erection is long and hard inside of his sweatpants, straining against my inner thigh.
I’m crushed beneath his mighty frame, his breath pelting my mouth.
Breath that tastes like me. Sweet. I don’t know if he’s going to stop.
He probably will. But I’m determined to squeeze as much out of this experience as possible, so I tug his T-shirt up, moaning at the feel of his hot skin on mine.
His inked pecs flattening my breasts. The flex of his hard abs against my shuddering tummy.
Jason moans and rolls his hips, humping me rough but slow.
And his mouth finds mine for the first time—and that’s when there’s no going back.
There is no earthly term for the implosion of passion between us, his older mouth slanting over my young one, my body held captive between him and the couch.
I open my thighs for his hips and they go aggressively, both of us shoving down the waistband of his sweats, his mouth never ceasing in its conquering of mine, his tongue shattering me one stroke at a time, his punctuated grunts of pure hunger entering my veins like heroin.
“Don’t let me do this,” he growls between our next impassioned kiss. “Christ almighty. You’re probably not even on birth control.”
“No, I’m not. I haven’t needed it,” I purr, circling my hips beneath his. Looking up at him from under my lashes. “I’ve never let a man touch me until tonight. I wanted to stay sweet for you, sir.”
“Oh fuck.”
“I won’t mind if it hurts.”
“Stop,” he pants, his grip moving between us. He’s…rubbing his sex in a tight fist. Up and down, his jaw loosening. “I’m going to come before I get it in.”
Does that mean he is going to put himself inside of me?
I begin whimpering and writhing in my excitement.
It’s the end of him.
Laboring to breathe against my ear, he brings the smooth, plump head to my entrance and jiggles it into me, air escaping him in a hiss. “Angel, no. I can’t. It’s bad.”
“Please, sir. Please.”
“You’re so ready. Sopping.”
“Because I need you.”
“I’m going to hell for this,” he mutters thickly—
In one hard shove, I’m full. Jason fills me. Occupies all my scant space.
He releases a hoarse bellow into my neck. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
I’m too stunned by the reality of what’s happening to register the pain at first. When the discomfort starts to bloom, however, it doesn’t come to me as…
pain. No, it’s an aphrodisiac. Look how hard he is for what I can give him.
Feel him strain and tremble. All for me.
All because I have something he needs to find relief.
Those mindblowing thoughts numb everything else but excitement.
“Do you like it, sir?” I gasp.
His roar fills the room. “It’s too tight.”
Why does that statement go right to my head, ten times as potent as the shot I took earlier? “Maybe if you move,” I say, opening my thighs and reveling in the swift rush of pleasure/pain. Holy hell, this man is very big. “…it’ll feel better.”
“Son of a bitch, where did you come from?” He is shaking on top of me, his heart thundering against my breasts. “Doesn’t it hurt, angel?”
“Only in the best way,” I whisper, stroking my fingertips down his back. Nipping at his square chin with my teeth. “Show me how much you need me.”
“Oh angel, you have no fucking idea. Never needed anything so bad. I’m already leaking…
can’t control it…” He slides halfway out of my channel and crams back in with a guttural sound, starting to rock back and forth on top of me, hips pumping with purpose, burying me deeper in the couch with every thorough thrust. “Goddamn, this little pussy fits every dirty inch, doesn’t it?
Spank her ass, eat her cunt, and she’ll take it whole. ”
“All for you. Only for you.”
“You keep talking to me like that, keep blinking those big, sweet eyes up at me, I’m going to forget you’re a virgin and…”
“And what?”
“I’m going to raw dog you blind, little girl,” he growls. “That’s what.”
I don’t know what those words mean, but the way he says them causes all my tiniest, most private muscles to seize violently, and I scream in alarm, moisture gushing from my entrance, coating the thick, hard length he continues to drag in and out of me.
My response shocks him, makes him wild, and while I’m still reeling from the tumult of sensations, Jason snaps into a frenzy, pummeling me between the legs with flesh so stiff, I know he must be in the utmost pain.
He rams into me with wild grunts, flesh smacking loudly off flesh while the fire snaps and swirls in the hearth a few yards away.
This goes on for several minutes, Jason hooking my knees beneath his arms, flattening me to the couch while his cock hits me deep, so deep, my body is now slicking with sweat, along with Jason’s.
Oh, it’s incredible, to be his object of need.
The target for his lust. I lie there and take it, wrapped in ecstasy, whimpering while he rakes me up and down the leather couch, his movements turning haphazard, his moans growing sharper.
Desperate.
“Tell me to pull out, angel,” he says, raggedly, into my neck.
“No,” I gasp.
“Tell me!”
I squeeze my inner walls around him and he shouts a curse, his girth seeming to double in size, his hips juddering and jerking. Close to the same edge he brought me to.
“I could get you pregnant,” he says through his clenched teeth, his eyes unfocused as he pumps, pumps, pumps. “Do you understand that?”
I squeeze my pussy tighter.
“Christ!” Jason bellows, moisture erupting inside of me. “Fuck it. Fuck it.”
I’ve never witnessed so much pleasure on a human being’s face, and I flow right over the side of the waterfall, too, my own release sending me free falling, so I can stay with Jason.
Match him, beat for beat, writhe for writhe, drop for drop.
I whine and let him ram deep, again, again, again, his teeth tearing at my neck while he finishes, his spend slipping down the cheeks of my sore backside.
I’m a mess of tears and sweat and male release by the time he drops on top of me, releasing choppy pants against the side of my head.
My heart is going utterly wild.
This is what I never dared to dream about.
This man. His dominant touch.
This sense of deep belonging.
Jason.
He lifts his head and studies my face long and hard. Swiping a strand of sweaty hair back from my face, he leans down and kisses my mouth gently. So gently that my heart sighs. And he starts to say something.
I hold my breath, because I’m craving his voice. His reassurance that we might be doing something forbidden together, but it’s good. It’s so good and we both need it.
Therefore, we can’t stop.
He’ll make it all right for us.
But I never get the chance to hear what he’s going to say, because a car door slams outside the house.
Emma is home.