28. Jensen
28
JENSEN
The television screen flickers in the dark house when I get home from work. Maisy’s curled in a ball on the leather couch, and the blanket wrapped around her covers most of her face. Either she isn’t aware of my presence yet, or she fell asleep watching the vampire movie playing on the TV.
I toe off my boots and approach on socked feet, my footsteps silent. When I drop to a knee, brush the hair from her eyes, and press a kiss on her forehead, she stirs. Her eyelids drift open, and she greets me with a sweet, sleepy grin that makes my heart swell. I have no defenses against her soft side. She rarely allows it to show, and I’d do anything she asked to catch a glimpse of it every day.
“I waited up for you,” she rasps, rubbing her eyes.
“You tried.” I stroke her curls as visions of coming home to her each night bring a smile to my lips.
She pushes herself to a seated position, and the blanket falls away from her top half, exposing a black silk camisole with lace trim. Her pebbled nipples tempt me through the thin fabric. I’ll have them in my mouth before this night ends, guaranteed.
I slip a finger under the strap of her top, teasing as if I might slide it off her shoulder. “Did you dress up for me?”
The demure role she’s playing is cute as she stares at her lap. “Maybe.”
I go along with her shy act, lifting her chin and pressing my lips to her pillowy ones. She’s not wearing makeup, and I’m certain it’s a tactical maneuver, a ploy to show she’s willing to be submissive. Our first night together, she discovered how much her natural beauty turns me on, and now she’s using it against me.
“Since you put in the effort, perhaps I should admire the full package.” I peel the blanket open, and her crossed legs follow suit, spreading to show off skimpy bottoms that match her top. Her breaths quicken when I slip my hands inside her shorts and grab two handfuls of ass. “No panties?”
Biting her lip, she shakes her head. I slide my thumbs toward her center and stroke the creases at the juncture of her thighs. A slight rock of her hips brings her closer to me on the cushion.
“We have some things to talk about,” I say.
She sighs, and I accept it as her acknowledgment of how poorly she’s treated me, shutting me out for days. I’d rather annoy her with my constant presence and unexpected appearances than give her a chance to run. She’s not getting away from me again. And her efforts to keep me at arm’s length, whether or not they’re intentional, end tonight.
“After.” Grabbing the back of my neck, she crushes her mouth to mine, her tongue demanding entry. I allow her to control the kiss and take what she needs from it. “I want you,” she whispers.
“Is that right?” I push the tips of my thumbs into her slick opening, earning a gasp from her. “Beg me for what you want.”
“Come again?” she asks, eyes narrowed in challenge.
“You’ve put me off for days. I’m not some fuck-toy for you to show up and use at your whim. If you want me to pleasure you, beg.”
Her head falls back on the couch, and she stares down her nose at me. Lust and stubbornness battle in her gaze, as well as a hint of irritation at not getting what she wants. Too bad. I refuse to let her take advantage of my physical desire for her. She has to learn to compromise, even in the little things, if we’re to have any hope of a successful relationship.
To aid in her decision, I push my thumbs deeper and hold them still. She’s warm and wet. My dick twitches, eager to escape my jeans and dive into her. It swells even more when she moans, an unintentional sound if the subsequent growl is any indication.
After long seconds of steady eye contact, she grits her teeth and says, “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please do things to me.”
It’s hard to suppress my amusement when her timid words don’t match her bold attitude, but I manage. “Is my beautiful birdie turning shy on me? Be specific when you beg.”
Visible changes to her demeanor signal the return of her fire. The straighter shoulders, the slightly raised chin, the devious sparkle in her eye. There she is . Maisy may be the one begging, but I’m the one on my knees for the third time, bowing down to the power she wields over me.
“Please fuck me,” she says, the request a command rather than a plea.
Not wasting a second, I rise to my feet, rip off my shirt, and unbutton my jeans. My belt jangles when I drop my pants and underwear to the floor. “Strip and get on your hands and knees, head facing the end of the couch.”
She takes her sweet time removing each piece of clothing, dragging her shorts down her legs at a snail’s pace and drawing an impatient groan from me. Once she’s in position, I plant a knee on the couch and settle behind her, wishing the lights were on so I could enjoy an unfiltered view of her glorious ass on display.
I knead the plump flesh, resisting the urge to lean forward and take a juicy bite. She pushes her hips toward me, seeking my painfully hard erection, which hangs heavy against her thigh. And that little movement tells me everything.
“You’re desperate for me to fill you up, aren’t you? Do you think your greedy pussy deserves my cock?” My open palm lands on her ass, the unexpected slap leaving her with a handprint and a shocked gasp.
“What the hell, Jensen?” She sends me a cutting glare over her shoulder, but the slickness coating her thighs betrays her arousal despite the outrage.
“That’s for being stubborn. Now hold still.” I push two fingers inside her, and she clamps down on them hard. “Relax for me.”
“I’m relaxed,” she snaps.
“You’re not, and I don’t actually want to hurt you.”
“Maybe I like the pain.” She adds so much sass to her tone, I’m tempted to smack her ass again.
I lean across her back, caging her tiny body beneath mine. A shudder rolls through her when I whisper, “You should choose your words more carefully.”
Again, she rocks her hips, sending a clear message—a taunt—as she works herself on my fingers. Turning her head, she puts us face to face and reiterates the message with a daring whisper against my lips, “I want the pain.”
A long pause filled with our heavy breathing passes between us. Her gaze, fiery and fearless, remains fixed on mine. I close my eyes, allowing the ramifications, were I to give in to her request, to cycle through my mind until I reach a decision.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say.
She nods but follows up with a verbal agreement, knowing I won’t proceed without it. “I’ll tell you.”
I straighten behind her and run my free hand along her arched spine, her subtle trembles vibrating against my fingertips. Ominous music coming from the television envelops us, intensifying the dark mood set by the flashes of color on the screen. When red hues illuminate Maisy’s naked body, something wild and reckless stirs within me. She’s a temptress, a goddess, an angel. In every story told, biblical or otherwise, only an angel is powerful enough to strike down a demon. Lucky for her, I’m eternally willing to sacrifice my demon to the angel on all fours in front of me.
She whimpers when I remove my fingers from her pussy. I stroke my dick, lubricating it with her arousal, and notch the head at her fluttering entrance.
With a firm grip on her hips, I offer a final warning. “Remember, you asked for this.”