CHAPTER 15 #2
This was a million times better than all his high school and current fantasies put together, and Nick kneaded caressingly, part of him still in disbelief that he was actually getting to do this.
He tried to be gentle when all he wanted was to fill his fists with her, then spread her wide, and bury himself in—
“Fuck it.” Her voice was barely audible.
His hands froze. Had he heard …?
The next moment, she flipped over and looked at him. Looked into him. He felt exposed, laid bare, even though he was the one sitting there fully clothed.
“What?” he managed to choke out.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Everything.”
Nothing could have prepared Nick for the fire that blazed in her eyes or how she gripped his shirt and hauled him on top of her.
The air whooshed from his lungs. He landed on both palms, completely thrown off balance.
He blinked.
She stared straight into the depths of his soul, and he felt his heart begin to race so erratically that he thought he might black out.
“I’m done,” she said through her teeth. “I’m done resisting this.”
And then, she fisted his hair with both hands and pulled.
Jannie opened her mouth under his as if he were air, and this was her last chance to draw breath. The woman seemed hell-bent on devouring him, and he had no choice but to be consumed.
It was no gentle kiss. No, this was thrusting tongue and clashing teeth and the sting of her pulling his hair as her mouth did impossibly erotic things to his.
No woman had ever kissed him this way; this was close to brutal, bruising in its intensity.
Fuuuck.
He maneuvered himself on top of her, spreading his legs to trap her between them, and she arched her back, moaning loudly into his mouth.
She kissed him so long and so hard that his head started to spin from lack of oxygen. Before he knew it, she’d let go of his shirt and undone two buttons, slipping her hands inside to glide over his shoulders. The next moment, her nails dug into his skin.
He groaned, not only from the sting but also from realizing he was about to lose the last shred of his tightly held control.
She took advantage, shoving her tongue deeper into his mouth in a rhythm that matched what she was doing with her hips: grinding against him with a heated aggression that had him painfully hard and ready to burst.
Coming because of a kiss, now that would be a first.
Somehow, he stayed right on the edge and avoided embarrassing himself.
Finally, she stopped the plunder, softly biting his lower lip before pulling away.
Wild-eyed, she stared at him, and he stared back, panting, trying to make sense of what was happening to him.
This wasn’t him. This was …
Sebastian? What the fuck … no.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured.
Her blue eyes flashed with something feral. “I want you to pound these cramps out of me.”
Jesus.
Lightly, she ran the nail of her index finger over his Adam’s apple. “There are condoms in this house?”
He shuddered under her touch, shifting his weight to lean across her and pull open the nightstand drawer. Thank fuck for the full box, sitting unopened. He’d have to upgrade his friend to a bottle of Old Fitzgerald 17. Nick went for it, but Jannie stopped him, jabbing a finger into his chest.
Reaching in, she flipped open the box and grabbed a foil packet. “Take off your shirt.”
He swallowed. Whatever had gotten into Jannie, he was here for it.
Still … “Are you sure?”
“Questioning me, Sebastian?”
Oh, he was no Sebastian, and she’d soon find out. For now, though, he didn’t care what she called him, as long as he finally had her.
His lip curled into a smirk as he reached to unfasten a button.
“On second thought …” She dropped the condom.
His heart sank.
“Lie down.” She ran her hand over his chest, then traced her fingertips along his clavicle and pushed on his shoulder.
Oh.
Jannie wanted control.
Nick hesitated for just a moment, then rolled off her and settled on his back. “What are you doing to me?”
Her smile was wicked as she straddled him. “Ripping your clothes off.”
And then, she gripped his shirt and yanked.
Fabric tore and buttons flew, exposing his chest to her heated gaze.
Her hands … her hands were suddenly everywhere, on his pecs, sliding over his abdomen, circling his navel, lingering right above his waistband, then back up, making him as hard as a steel pipe.
“Don’t move,” she whispered.
Sitting up, she reached behind her. He watched in anticipation, his tongue sliding over his dry lips as she whipped off her bra and tossed it over her shoulder.
Her breasts … his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. Years of wondering and imagining what they looked like did not do them justice. No, not at all. They were high, pert, and surprisingly full, though they seemed deceptively small when she was dressed.
He took her in, and his eyes stung for a moment. She was more beautiful than any dream he’d ever had.
He reached to caress her, but she slapped his hands away.
“You get to look.” Her eyes were fire. “I get to touch.”
He clenched his fists. Just what the hell was happening here?
Let it happen.
She brought her finger to his lips. “Suck.”
He hesitated, but when she tapped his mouth, he opened for her—and sucked voraciously.
She pressed down on his tongue. “Suck harder.”
He hollowed his cheeks and heard her hum of approval as he did what she asked.
“God, that gets me so hot.” Pulling out her finger, she used the wet tip to tease his nipples, circling each and pinching both gently until his hips began to buck involuntarily.
“You like that,” she whispered in an awed voice.
“Yeah,” he ground out.
She twisted harder. “How about this?”
The woman had already discovered one of his most sensitive erogenous zones.
“Yes.” He barely recognized his gritty voice.
Leaning over, slowly, slowly, she dragged her breasts over his pecs. She scooted lower. Flicked open the button of his pants.
She looked down on him, studying him with raw hunger as he strained painfully against his zipper.
And then, went right back to playing with his nipples.
He groaned.
Her smile was beautiful and wicked as she proceeded to pinch, twist, and rub until his jaw clenched so hard, he could hear teeth grinding.
“Jannie …”
“Uh-huh?”
“You’re killing me.”
“You love it.”
He felt himself harden, and then the telltale tingling at the base of his spine. He grunted.
That was when she stopped, thank God.
Gripping his zipper tab, she inched it down, so slowly that he thought he’d lose his mind. The sides of his fly finally parted. He exhaled in relief.
“Open shirt, open fly. God, you look so hot this way.” She lightly ran a fingertip over his length, making him shudder.
She did it again with her nail. He nearly came off the bed and couldn’t hold back a groan.
“Yeah,” she murmured. “Let me hear you.”
She gripped his chin and stared into his eyes, her cheeks flushed, her pupils blown.
Flipping her hair, Jannie bent down, pushing up his jaw and dragging her lips over his collarbone, licking the hollow at the base of his throat. Giving him one last flick of her tongue, she moved to kneel by his side. “Hips up.”
As soon as he complied, she tugged his trousers down, quickly pulling them off and throwing them to the floor. His socks followed.
Her eyes drank him in, head to toe, zeroing in on the spot that was quickly forming on his boxers.
A slow smile spread across her face. Hooking her fingers in the elastic waistband, she began easing them down with agonizing slowness.
At last, he felt the cool air as he sprang free.
“Damn, Nicholas Kent,” she said, her voice husky, “look at all that.” She swiped her thumb over his tip. “You’re wet for me.”
Of course he was. Wait, what?
That was his line. He would have laughed, except she plucked the foil packet off the sheet and placed it between her teeth. But instead of tearing it open, she caressed his abs, around and around, and all laughter died on his lips. Speaking of dying, if she didn’t do something soon, he would …
“Jannie …”
She halted, turning gorgeous blue lust-hazed eyes to his for only a second before resuming her study of his body. “Mm-hmm?”
Please, put the condom on already.
He clenched his teeth and swallowed back the words. This was about her pleasure, and he would endure any amount of discomfort if it was what she needed from him. Moreover, he didn’t beg.
Ever.
The next moment, a wicked smile spread across her face. She caught his wrist and brought his hand to her mouth, letting the condom drop into his palm.
“Put it on yourself. I want to see you do it.”
Jesus, this woman.
He tore the packet, unable to suppress a tiny smile. Eyes full of heat, she watched his every move, her chest rising and falling faster as he gripped himself and smoothly rolled on the latex sheath, then sat up and shrugged out of the ripped uniform shirt.
That was when she gripped him.
Finally.
His eyes drifted half-closed as she wrapped her fingers around him.
This couldn’t be reality. Jannie Larssen had him.
In her hand.
“You … are so … long,” she said.
“All for you.” His entire body hardened as she stroked him.
For a moment, she closed her eyes and shuddered, stroking him one more time before she suddenly gave his shoulders a hard shove, sending him sprawling onto the bed.
With catlike grace, she discarded her yoga pants and thong. Before he could even see all of her, she straddled him. He gripped her hips, aiming to lift her onto his shaft, but she resisted, shaking her head.
“How long have you wanted me?” she asked.
He looked into her lust-hazed eyes, his body thrumming with need. “Feels like a lifetime.”
A tiny smirk. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”
Eyes on his, she sank onto him, swiftly bottoming out, bringing him so deep so fast that the air left his lungs in a rush.
Her muscles closed around him, squeezing hard, and he thought he’d lose it right then.
But Jannie didn’t move. She rocked her hips, bringing him even deeper into her blissful heat.
“How’s that?”
It was … His lips parted. No one had been able to take all of him.
Until now.