Chapter Twenty-FourDown & Dirty
Jo's breaths shorten, her chest heaving, while a delicate sprinkling of pink dusts her cheeks.
The scent of her hunger for me permeates the air, and every time she wriggles her hips, it makes her tits wriggle too.
Jo and I have done plenty of dirty things together, but nothing like what I dreamed up a minute ago.
I need to take her hard, make her scream---all while I remain in control of her desire until I allow her to come.
She's already naked. And my dick is already swollen.
"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you, Jo?" My voice has grown rougher with need as I reach for the silk scarf draped over the chair. I'd bought it last week while Jo was in the grocery store. Now, her eyes widen, the pupils dilating as she watches me test the fabric between my hands.
"Clay..." she exhales, but there's no protest in her voice. Only anticipation.
I move closer, the scarf trailing along her collarbone. "I asked you a question."
"Yes." The word comes out barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'll be good."
I circle behind her, gathering her wrists gently. "Obedient girls get rewarded."
Her pulse hammers against my fingertips as I bind her hands behind her back, not tight enough to hurt but secure enough that she can't touch me---or herself. And that's exactly what I want.
"I'll do anything you want," she whispers, a tremble in her voice that makes my cock throb. "I'll do anything for you, anything at all. The dirtier the better."
"That's what I like to hear, baby."
I tug the silk knot once more, testing its hold before trailing my fingers up her spine.
Every vertebra gets a touch, a reminder that I'm mapping every inch of her.
Her breath hitches when I reach her nape, tangling my fingers in her auburn hair.
With a gentle but firm grip, I tilt her head back until her eyes meet mine.
"If this gets too intense for you, baby, just tell me so."
Jo nods, her throat working as she swallows. "Will you let me go down on you?"
"Not just yet. I've got plans for you." I graze my lips over one nipple, making her shiver. "Now, get on your knees."
She hesitates for half a heartbeat---not in resistance, but in that delicious space between anticipation and surrender.
I watch her eyes, darkened with desire, as she slowly lowers herself to her knees before me.
The movement is graceful despite her bound hands, and the vulnerability in her posture sends a surge of possessive heat through my veins.
"That's it," I growl, my hand still tangled in her hair. "Look at me, Jo."
She tilts her face up, and the sight nearly undoes me---her lips parted, cheeks flushed, those green eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and surrender that's uniquely hers. Even on her knees, there's something untamed about Jo Callahan that makes conquering her all the sweeter.
I trace my thumb across her bottom lip, feeling her quick breath against my skin. "You know what I want to do to you?"
She shakes her head. "Don't care. Whatever you want, I want too."
My cock has grown so hard that I have no choice now.
I strip off my clothes, facing away from her.
When I glance over my shoulder, she's gnawing on her lip, desperation clear in her expression.
Then I turn around, holding my stiff cock with one hand.
Jo whimpers. Her attention is focused on my swollen dick and the redness at its tip.
She pants even harder as if my cock is the only sustenance she wants.
I move just near enough that when I brush my cock over her chest, a small drop of liquid glistens there. "You want a taste, baby?"
Jo nods frantically, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I come closer, trailing my cock across her collarbone, leaving a glistening path on her skin. When I brush the head against her parted lips, she strains forward, eager to take me in her mouth, but I pull back just enough to deny her.
"Not yet, darlin'." I cup her jaw, my thumb pressing gently against her cheek. "I want to hear you beg for it."
A flash of that trademark Callahan stubbornness crosses her features before melting back into raw need. With her hands bound behind her back, she can't reach for me---can't control anything. The realization makes her pupils dilate even further.
"Please," she whispers, her voice shaky. "I need to taste you, Clay. Please let me."
I trace my cock along her lips again, letting her feel how hard I am for her. "Tell me exactly what you want to do."
"I want to suck your dick until you can't think straight." Her voice is husky with lust. "I want to feel you hit the back of my throat while you explode in my mouth. Please, Clay, please."
The desperation in her voice is my undoing. I guide myself to her eager mouth, watching as her lips close around me. The wet heat of her tongue sends a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
"That's it," I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. "Take all of me."
With her hands bound, Jo can't control the pace or depth.
She's completely at my mercy as I guide her head, setting a rhythm that has her moaning around my length.
The vibration nearly buckles my knees. I know I'll come any second, but I don't want that just yet.
I hoist Jo off the floor, tossing her onto the bed.
A small squeak escapes her lips. She lies there, legs splayed, one arm above her head while the other rests on her thigh.
Fuck, I can't wait any longer.
I untie the scarf and pounce on her. "Spread your legs, Jo. Now."
The moment she does that, I clasp her hands above her head and start pounding into her with a ferocity that makes the headboard slam against the wall.
Jo cries out, her back arching off the mattress as I drive into her slick heat.
The sensation is overwhelming---she's so wet, so tight around me that I have to grit my teeth to maintain control. The scent of her cream fills the air.
"Clay!" she exclaims, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Oh God, yes!"
I keep her wrists pinned with one hand while the other grips her hip, angling her just right so I can hit that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
Her breasts bounce with every thrust, and I can't resist dipping my head to capture one nipple between my teeth, tugging just enough to make her whimper.
"You like that?" I growl against her skin, releasing her hands to grip both her hips now. "You like being fucked this way, don't you?"
"Yes, oh yes, I need to come, Clay, please."
Though I can't speak, and my heart pounds like a bass drum, I grunt and nod to show her I understand.
It's time to make us both come. I push my hand between our bodies, finding her swollen clit with my thumb.
The moment I touch her there, she jerks and cries out as if she's been struck by lightning.
"Not yet," I command, even as my own control frays at the edges. "Wait for me, baby."
Jo's head thrashes against the pillow, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I can't---Clay, I can't hold back---"
"Yes, you can." I slow my thrusts to deep, deliberate strokes that have her sobbing with need. "You're going to wait until I tell you. Show me how good you can be."
The effort it takes her to obey is written across her face---the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip, how her whole body trembles with the strain of holding back her release. It's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen.
My rhythm becomes erratic as I feel my own release building, coiling tight at the base of my spine. Jo's internal muscles clench around me, and I know she's fighting a losing battle.
"Please," she begs, her voice breaking. "Clay, I need to---"
"Now," I snarl, pressing hard circles against her clit. "Come for me now, Jo."
The permission breaks something loose inside her.
She shatters beneath me with a cry that might wake the wildlife, her body arching like a bow as waves of pleasure crash through her.
The sight of her coming undone triggers my own release, and I drive into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as I empty myself inside her with a hoarse shout.
"Jolene!"
For several moments, there's nothing but our ragged breathing and the thundering of our hearts. Then I finally collapse beside her, pulling her sweat-slicked body against me.
"Holy shit," Jo gasps, her body still quivering with aftershocks. Her hair is a wild tangle splayed across the pillow, her skin flushed and glistening. "That was...I don't even have words...It was never like this before."
I press my lips to her temple, tasting salt and sweetness there. "You okay, Jo?"
"Better than okay." She turns her face toward mine, her pupils dilated from sheer satisfaction. "I didn't know you had that in you, McKendrick."
A lazy smile tugs at my mouth. "There's a lot you still don't know about me yet."
Jo's fingertips trace the line of my jaw, her touch feather-light. "I think I like discovering your secrets."
I catch her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. Something protective and possessive surges through me as I take in the sight of her---completely undone, completely mine. We aren't quite married yet, but already I know we will never split up, not even after a thousand years.
Our connection is epic and forever.