Chapter Thirteen
H is dick pulsed with the need to come. Hell, he’d blow his load in his boxers if he weren’t careful. “Tori, I can make you come like this. You don’t have to sleep with me,” he said, easing another finger inside her. The thought of fucking her made him so damn hard that he wanted to kick his own ass for not just taking her offer.
She froze under him. “Do you not want me?”
He groaned, getting up on his knees. His cock was so hard, the head was peeking out of the top of his boxer briefs, leaking pre-come. “Baby, I want to so bad it’s almost embarrassing.”
Her eyes widened at the sight of his obvious arousal. “Oh.”
He chuckled at her response. “I was just giving you an out. I don’t want to just fuck you, Tori. You feel different to me. You bring out the protector in me. Sure, I’ve saved lives before, but with you, it’s bigger. If we do this, I’m not going to be able to walk away or let you walk away with a see ya later. ” He moved his fingers in and out of her, waiting for her to speak.
“I don’t sleep around, Jeter. This isn’t normal for me, either. Oh,” she sighed, eyes closing as he twirled his tongue around her clit.
“That’s good to hear. Let me watch you come like this, farfallina. Your skin is perfect, but I want to see if you turn a delicate shade of pink or red when I make you scream my name for the first time.” In truth, she was tight as hell, and he didn’t want to hurt her when he entered her.
The feel of her inner muscles fluttering around his fingers encouraged him to continue the movements of his hand. He moved her legs farther apart, giving his shoulders more room. Pumping his fingers in and out and lashing his tongue over and over on the tip of the hardened bundle of nerves of her clit, he felt the first twitch of her orgasm as it hit her. The tightening of her muscles and arching of her back came next. But he wanted to hear her. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he sucked, pushed his fingers inside, and held. The rhythmic squeeze continued as she called out his name. It wasn’t a scream yet.
He let her ride out the orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers out. Eyes locked on her, he licked his fingers clean, eased his boxers down, and off. Sliding his cock along her slick heat, he waited for her eyes to open. “Damn, you feel so good on my dick.”
Jeter wanted to slam inside her velvet heat with nothing between them, but years of training and schooling had him leaning to the side. Inside the end table, he found a box of condoms. Thank fuck the brothers kept the place stocked. Pulling out a foil packet, he ripped it open with his teeth.
The barrier rolled down with ease, making him hiss. With a groan, he rubbed his gloved-up dick through her juices again.
“I’m on the shot,” she whispered.
His eyes jumped from where his dick was toying with her pussy to her face. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. And I swear I’m one hundred percent clean.” He continued to rub his dick up and down her slit, wondering if he’d last long once he got inside her.
“Um, I’m a hundred percent clean as well. My last sexual experience was over two years ago, and he wore a condom. Before him, it was a guy in high school. Oh god, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come again,” she moaned.
Jeter tugged the condom off, tossing it off the side of the bed. He let out a happy sigh. “I want to feel you coming all over my cock, baby.”
“Jeter...” She breathed his name like a prayer.
He pressed the tip of his dick inside her. His balls drew up like they knew they were getting ready to experience something special. Another thrust sent him a couple more inches inside before he pulled halfway back out. He planned to go slow, ease into her tight pussy. But Tori wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted at the same time as he thrust, burying him to the hilt. His balls met her ass, making them both moan.
“Holy fuck. You're huge.” She clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes.
He held still, letting her body adjust to his size. “Relax, you can take me.”
Her eyes flew open, ready to blast him with what he was sure was a denial. He bent, covered her mouth with his as he slipped a hand between them, finding her clit. With practice strokes, he brought her body back to life. Slowly, the tension left her body. She began kissing him back. Her arms eased around him. The feel of her nails raking down his back made him hiss.
He lifted his lips from hers. They both panted as he pulled his cock halfway out and slammed back in, setting up a fast rhythm. Thrust after thrust, he made sure he hit her clit with each downward pump. He lifted her leg over his arm, opening her up more for him. The other arm he placed next to her head, holding himself up as he pumped in and out. The force of his fucking banged the headboard against the wall. His woman didn’t complain. One arm locked around one of his biceps, the other his hip. She was his anchor in the storm they created, giving him balance he didn’t know he needed. Her pussy gripped him, fueling the burning need in his balls. Her walls tightened, strangling his cock. The already small pussy became nearly impossible for him to move in as her orgasm hit, triggering his.
“Fuck, yes. Come for me, Tori.” So hot and tight any control he’d had snapped.
“Jeter, oh my god, don’t stop. Yes, yes,” she cried.
His cock jerked. His come filled her with spurt after spurt, exploding deep within her. Another cry escaped Tori, and she clamped down on him again. Fuck, he didn’t know if it was the same orgasm or a second that hit her. Her body was made for him, and his for her. Jeter would never find another woman who completed him the way she did, and he’d be damned before he’d allowed another man to feel what he’d experienced within Tori’s embrace. It didn’t matter that they’d just met. She was it for him. He’d have to convince her he was enough for her.
SON-OF-A-FUCKING-BITCH . She was so screwed. The man hadn’t left her body, yet she wanted a redo. Hell, her body had literally come from feeling his orgasm moments after she’d had an explosive orgasm herself. That was two back-to-back mind-blowing big Os plus the one he’d given her with his mouth, and good lord, the man gave good oral. That had to be a record, surely.
“Are you okay, farfallina?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her forehead.
There was no way she could lie and or pretend she was anything except amazing. Her body twitched around his, enjoying having him still buried within her. “Mmm, yes. You?” She blinked up at him. He looked softer somehow.
“Oh, I’m better than okay. In fact, if you keep doing that, you’ll find how much better I am.” He grunted, moving his hips back and forth.
Her eyes widened. “Holy shit. Are you getting hard already?”
His boyish grin lit his features. “It’s a miracle, and one I’m not complaining about unless you’re too sore for another round.”
She ran her hands down his back. Grabbing ahold of his ass, she massaged the firm globes. “There’s no way I’m too sore for you, Jeter.”
Her pussy clamped down on his dick as he eased in and out. His hand slid up and into the back of her hair, tugging until she gasped. He leaned forward and took her lips in a heated kiss, demanding entrance like he took with his dick.
Faster and harder, he moved in and out of her. Demanding, taking, and giving her what she needed.
“Jeter, please, I need...more. Please...”
“I got you, baby. Let go,” he ordered. He shifted his hips, hitting a spot that made her gasp. “Right there.” He did it again and again.
Heat raced from her toes to her ears, shaking her entire body with pleasure. Nothing but euphoria filled her, washing over her with zings of ecstasy. She cried out. Her nails raked down his back, seeking something to hold on to.
His roar of pleasure bounced off the walls. The feel of him coming inside her again had her pussy clenching around his cock, wanting to hold on to him. He collapsed on top of her, his grunts muffled against her shoulder. She felt his teeth bite down as she struggled for her next breath and wondered if he was leaving a mark.
“I better move, or I’m liable to suffocate you,” he murmured.
The rough sound of his voice excited her. “Hmmmhmmm.” That was the only coherent sound she could form right then.
“Although my ego loves the idea, I might’ve fucked you to the point of mumbling. I’d kick my own ass if I didn’t take proper care of you. Hold tight.” He pulls out of her, making her whimper at the loss.
“Don’t do that, or I’ll end up right back inside you. And as tempting as that is, I saw the wince you couldn’t hide as I pulled out. You need a bit of time before I fuck you raw, baby.” Jeter slides off the bed, staring down at Tori. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Now that he wasn’t covering her with his body, she felt exposed. Her hands went to her breasts, and then she felt silly. The man was standing next to the bed in all his naked glory and had not only seen, but he’d touched and tasted all of her naughty bits.
“You make me feel pretty. That’s a first,” she admitted.
He leaned over her, caging her between his hands. “It won’t be the last, Vita Mia. Come on, let’s take a shower together. I think you’ll sleep better, although I like the idea of my come inside you. I won’t be selfish.”
She felt the heat rise to her face and was sure she had to look like a damn tomato. This man had such a way with words. “Oh my god.”
Jeter slid his hands under her and lifted her into his arms. With one behind her back and the other under her legs, he carried her through the darkened room toward the bathroom. “You can call me Jeter or God,” he said, winking.
After the shower, they walked out together, detouring to the small kitchenette area to grab a snack. Tori couldn’t deny the club had done a damn good job of stocking the room with everything a person or couple would need for a weekend, with no need to leave the room if they didn’t want to. They made grilled cheese sandwiches, or Jeter did while she remade the bed and cleaned up their mess. She shivered, thinking of how the bed got messy, and wanted to replay it all in her mind or just redo it all over again. The slight twinge in her lower region reminded her she definitely needed to let her body rest for a few hours.
Jeter polished off his fourth sandwich as she finished her first. She popped the last bit of crust into her mouth, humming at the garlic flavor he’d added to the butter. Yeah, he was a much better cook than her, even when it came to grilled cheese.
She emptied her water with one last swallow, then tossed the bottle in the recycle bin while placing the trash in the other. With one hand held out, she waited for Jeter to give her his trash. He eased off the barstool and moved around the counter. “You don’t have to wait on me, Vita Mia.”
Tori grinned up at him. He called her his life twice now. Whether or not he knew she understood the words, she would cherish them. “I know I don’t.”
He placed the trash in the correct bin behind her and lifted her off her feet. She hung over his shoulder as he swatted her ass. “Come on, let’s hit the hay. You wore my old ass out.”
She swatted his ass back, rubbing the little sting in with her hand. He smacked her butt again, making her yelp.
“Your ass is so damn perfect for all kinds of things, even spanking, Vita Mia. Don’t tempt me to put my handprint on it.” He ran his hand over both cheeks.
Through the thin material of her pajama pants, she felt herself getting wet at his words. “Stop being a tease, Jeter Calderone.”
His fingers slid through her crack, making her moan. “Oh, it’s a promise, baby. I’ll let this pussy rest tonight, but I will make good on my words. Trust and believe.”