Sasquatch #3
And with those words swimming in front of his eyes, he lost what little control he’d been clinging to so he didn’t kick in her door and fuck her senseless.
He reined it in just enough to send a few texts, one to his prez and one to Scott. He was going with plan B.
Pulling on just his jeans, he flung his door open and stood in front of hers.
SQUATCH: Open the door, Devin.
No dots, no response.
SQUATCH: NOW!
Still nothing.
He knocked. “I know your fine ass is in there. Open the door and take your punishment for sneaking out on me with just a note like a good girl and I’ll let you come on, and I quote, my amazing cock.” He spoke against the door for her ears only.
The sound of her gasp just on the other side of the door let him know she heard him but wasn’t answering or opening the door.
“Plus, you just agreed to marry me, so I wanna seal the deal before you change your mind.”
That did it.
Devin flung the door open. “I did no such thing, Jasper.”
“Yes, you did,” he growled as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard, backing her up as he devoured her mouth. Kicking the door shut behind him as soon as he cleared the threshold.
The taste of her exploded on his tongue like ambrosia.
In a frenzy, he’d managed to lower his jeans and shove her underwear to the side. Turning and pinning her against the door, he scooped her up under her thighs and slammed into her as deep as he could.
A savage “FUCK,” tore from his throat.
Devin’s body welcomed him as if it were his home. She turned her head, breaking the kiss and panting.
“Oh god, Jasper. Harder.”
“As you wish.” He set a brutal pace. His spine was tingling and with the sounds she was making, he wouldn’t last. His hands were occupied holding her up and angling her body to maximize their pleasure.
“Fingers,” he ordered and opened his mouth, waiting for her to comply. She just stared at him. “Now, you stubborn woman. I’m not gonna last.” Opening his mouth once more.
She complied, fucking finally. He sucked and nipped them, and she never took her eyes off what he was doing. With a final sloppy lick, he released the two digits from his mouth.
“Touch yourself, sweetness. Rub your clit the way I would.”
Squatch created just enough separation for her to get her hand between their bodies and for them to watch. With the sides of their heads together they watched as he fucked her and she rubbed circles on her clit.
“Look how beautiful we are together, Devin. We were made for each other and I’m never letting you go.”
Tightening his hold on her, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, he went as deep as he could. Her rubbing increased and he felt her walls massaging his dick.
“I’m coming, Jasper. Oh god, Oh.” The last sound trailed off into a long keening moan.
Squatch threw his head back as his orgasm ripped through him.
He held her there against the door until their breathing slowed a fraction. When he pulled out, a gush of liquid followed reminding him he hadn’t gloved up.
Instead of being horrified, he was strangely at peace with it. It felt different, being in her raw. Not once had he been inside a pussy without a condom.
“That was the first for me. No condom.”
“Me too.”
The smile was impossible to hide as he led her over to the bed.
“Why are you grinning like that?” she asked as he shucked his jeans completely.
“We shared a first.” It was sappy, but it meant something to him. He plopped on the bed next to her. Turning on his side toward her, he planted his elbow on the bed and rested his head on his hand. “That and you kept the socks on.” He kissed her. “And my shirt. I like you in my clothes.”
She pulled his shirt over her head, then removed the socks.
“Well, they weren’t exactly essential for removal to be pounded against the door by the big bad biker.”
Squatch didn’t know how to bring it up subtly, that was never his strong suit, so he just blurted it out.
“Are you on the pill?”
Dev shook her head. “No, I don’t react well.”
His heart beat faster, so there was the possibility they could’ve made a baby. He’d always wanted a whole football team of kids, but he never really expected it. Never expected her.
Just because she wasn’t on the pill didn’t mean she wouldn’t head to the nearest pharmacy for a morning after. He’d gotten the impression that she wanted children someday but he’d never actually heard her voice it.
“Devin, would it be the worst thing to happen if we…” He let his question trail off. He couldn’t finish it. Her rejection wouldn’t be bearable, better to let the question hang in the air, than fall to the ground.
Devin rolled toward him and placed her hand on his cheek. He inhaled deeply and shuddered; it was the same one she’d used to touch herself. She stared straight into the blackness that was his soul.
“No. It wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He could tell she wasn’t exactly hoping for it, but wasn’t opposed.
With those three simple words, the abyss that lived inside him—the hollowness, that bottomless pit created when his own mother abandoned him—suddenly wasn’t as empty.
It was damn near full from just three damn words.