Chapter 25
25
Jake
Something passes over Kit’s face and I go still, hating this feeling of holding back, when what I want more than anything is to plunge inside her, take what’s mine and give her what I’ve promised.
Mine being a relative term, I guess. But this shit racing through my system, testosterone or some other aggressive hormone, it’s telling me to take and mark, to claim. To own in a way I’ve never allowed myself to do. Never wanted to, if I’m being honest.
Whatever’s going through her mind, she seems to get a grip on it at about the same time she decides to get a grip on this situation and reaches down to line me up where she wants me.
“Go on. Do it. Do what you came here to do.”
“Sure, Boss.” I give her a lazy smile. It’s the complete opposite of what’s happening inside when I shove back her hip and press it to the bed. “Hold off. Give me a sec.”
“I want you to do it. Come on. Now.”
A muscle in my jaw flexes as I meet her look, head on. “You’ll wait.”
Her inhale is quick, surprised, and either very turned on or so pissed off she’s about to haul off and smack me.
“I’ll give you what you want. In my own time.” I loosen my hold on her hip when I’m sure she’s not moving up to try to fuck herself onto my dick again. And then, because the rules have definitely changed, I slowly rub my knuckles along the plump underside of one breast, then the other. Her skin’s so soft. Daring her to protest, I hunch down and take one of those fat nipples in my mouth, lick and then suck hard enough to make her moan my name, loud and clear. “Licking rule’s officially been broken.” She whines. It’s a minor protest. “Sucking, too.”
“Jake.”
“What?”
“Come on.”
“My good girl’s begging, isn’t she?” I give her nipple a little nip and move up to watch her as I press inside. “ Now , you’ll take my cock.”
“Yes. Yeah,” she whispers. “I’ll take it.”
While I slowly, so slowly push in, my hand luxuriates in her satiny skin, first gently and then with a rough kind of ownership I know I’m not supposed to feel.
I’ve got just over two more weeks of this.
“For two weeks, this is mine.” I stroke her tit, her side, reach down and take a handful of the ass I can’t stop thinking about.
“Oh. Oh, god.”
“Lie back.” As if she’s not already prone and spread-eagled waiting for just this. “Legs wider,” I order just to be a prick, which isn’t something I need to unpack right now.
There’s no earthly reason for resentment to flood me while I take full possession of her body.
No fucking reason for my jaw to clamp down in anger while I drill deep and hard. Or for every bit of tension I’ve been holding to feed this powerful need to mark her with whatever tools I’ve got.
No fucking reason except that I can’t get enough of the sight of her and she’s got her eyes screwed shut.
And that pisses me off.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
My hips pound with the loud slap of skin on skin, bedsprings bouncing, Kit gasping for air. With every thrust, it strains my muscles, pulls my tendons, hardens my bones, makes me want to fuck us both right into oblivion.
“Look. At. Me, Katarina.”
Like a sullen teenager, she sets her jaw and stares up at me, defiant as fuck and, hell if that isn’t a whole fresh level of turn-on.
“That’s it. That’s it.” I slow my hips, despite my body’s urges, and make her feel every explicit inch of me inside her. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
No reply. Of course.
I push deep and hold, claiming every inch of her body, circle my ass and nudge deeper. “Feels so fucking good, Katarina. Goddamn heaven inside you.”
Her eyes start to close again and I pull out until just my head’s inside her. “No. Baby, no. I need you to look at me. I need you to watch what I’m doing to you. My cock, my face. See how it looks while I…” I swallow because Christ this whole thing turns my crank so hard. “Put a baby inside you.”
“God, Jake.” She squirms at those words.
“That’s right. You like it. You fucking want it. Get yourself ready.”
“Jake.” My name’s a long, drawn-out whine. A complaint, which I don’t mind when she grips my ass in her hands and drags me tighter against her hot, hot center. “Come on.”
“Fuck, you want it. You want every drop.”
“I do,” she gasps, giving in a little more to this game that’s not a game, but isn’t real life either. “I want it.”
“That’s right.” A deep thrust, a long, slow withdrawal. “You want it bad.”
“Yeah.”
“So bad.”
She gasps through a handful of rough thrusts and then, because at heart, I’m just a selfish prick who gave up on loving anyone else a lifetime ago, I make her say it again. “You want me to fill you up with hot come, don’t you? Every fucking day.”
Her only reply is a grunt.
“Empty my balls into this willing hole. Give you a baby. Fuck, that’ll be so sexy. If you were mine, Katarina, I’d keep fucking you the whole time. Keep you pregnant, keep you full of my spunk.”
“Oh, god.”
The image—and her reaction—revs me up until my body’s about to fly over the edge and give her all the things I’m describing, but the idea that this could be the last time is unbearable.
She whines and twists her face away, eyes shutting against my crass words. I’m so far gone for this mess, my brain and body a knot of lust and need and want. So much want.
I withdraw from her entirely, deeply pleased when she reaches for me like she wants this as much as I do, then I grasp both of her thick thighs and press them up and back until they’re against her shoulders, opening her up to me.
She’s caught like this, trapped, her face visible, her pussy on display.
Like the dick I am, I make her wait like this and just stare, take in her addictive, earthy smell—our smell—and when I’m ready, palm her calves, line myself up and slowly, so goddamn slowly, sink back in.
“You’ve got to look, Katarina.”
She shakes her head.
“No. No denying this. You look or I stop.” Pretty sure we both know it’s a lie. “You watch me breed you. Watch.”
My body slows, muscles tensing with each obscene invasion of my dick into her pussy. I make a show of it, give her a version she’ll remember forever. Something to take to bed with her at night.
“You like that?” I meet her eyes head-on.
Something in my chest twists unnaturally.
She nods, but we both know it’s not enough. A part of me’s broken open and I’m on a rampage now. I’m forcing her to admit things, to give things she’s got no intention of sharing. Hell, I don’t even want anything from her. Just this. This.
“Say it. Tell me.”
“I…I like it,” she grits out. It’s an effort, I guess, when you’re folded in half and getting fucked so hard you’re bouncing halfway off the bed.
“I know you do.” The grin I give her is unhinged. “I know you try not to. I know you want to be all prim, all business, don’t you?”
“ Jaaake ,” she starts to complain, but I won’t let her. I can feel how tight she’s getting, I see her neck straining and feel the scratch of her nails on my back, my biceps.
“Beg me,” I tell her, so close to coming now my balls are high and tight, the zing of orgasm building low in my spine.
“What?”
“Beg me. For my come. Do it.”
“Jake, I?—”
“Fucking beg, Katarina, or I’ll pull out and come all over your tits.”
With a groan of annoyance, she strains up—head, neck, hips—then releases back and says, “Fine. Fine, I want it. I want your come.”
Just those words send a flush of endorphins or some shit through me. It feels so damn good. “Yeah. More.”
“I want you to fill me up.”
“That’s fucking right.”
“I want to to to feel it. I want to…” She swallows. “I want to to to…”
“Be my little come slut.”
“No!” So outraged. Like she hasn’t thought it.
“Say it. Say it, Kit.”
“I want you to to to give me a baby.” A pause while she screws up her face and keens. “Give it all to me. I’m your…oh, god, I’m…I’m…your…”
Pleasure rushes me, hard and fast, makes my brain malfunction and my tongue spew nothing that makes sense.
“Oh god,” Kit’s moaning. “God, fill me. Fill me. I’m…I’m I’m…”
“You’re my sweet little come slut and I’ll give it to you every day. Every fucking drop I ever have. All yours. All yours. Always.”
Which is what I do. With every deep, frantic shunting of my hard body into hers, all the nerves and rules and duties scatter and we’re nothing but bodies. Fucking hard. Taking. Giving.
Wanting.
Wanting.
My ability to speak gets lost in the mindless mix and before I know it, before I can stop it, everything’s gathering in my gut, my spine, my balls, building, building, the pressure an ache, a pain, a steel piston, driving hard and then?—
Detonation.
Eyes screwed shut, vocal cords raw, every cell straining, stretched taut.
A shockwave. Another.
Numb. Quiet. The pressurized vacuum.
A roar tears from my lungs, scrapes its way through my throat and out. Out.
When I come to, what feels like a lifetime later, my spent body’s wrapped tightly around hers, my half-hard cock still buried inside her. My weight’s probably stifling the life out of her.
I start to move, ready to get up and leave—too destroyed to think this could possibly be the last time—and for a handful of seconds, her arms refuse to let me go and she’s warm and soft and solid and feels exactly like home.
This is what I want.
“That was…” She swallows, turns and presses her face into my neck and whispers, “Thank you, Jake.”
Fuck. Those words are a hard punch to my gut. I lose my air.
I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through the pain.
Thank you. Again. High class Katarina Esteban dismissing the lowly help.
For the space of a few breaths, I feel defeated. Empty and sad.
I’m an ex-con. A roughneck. A nomad, between jobs. I can cook, but she’ll replace me as soon as she can.
I’m a fucking gigolo, now, too.
Humming, she works to move me off her.
“Sorry.” I pull out, lift up and back, sit on the edge of the bed and watch the relief take over her face when she lowers her legs back down again. “You okay?”
She nods and smiles and stretches, looking warm and happy as a cat.
If she were any other person, I’d lean over and give her a kiss. Hang out for a sec and then take off for home. Sated as hell after the absolute best sex of my life.
Hands down.
But with Kit, I can’t. No kissing those lips. They’re off-limits.
Funny how kissing her mouth is all I can think of while I stumble out of bed and into my clothes. I turn to see that she’s wrapped herself up in her blanket, burrito style.
“Need anything?”
She shakes her head, still dreamy, probably not fully come down yet from the absolutely bonkers sex. I’d give her aftercare if this were a thing. I’d stay for her.
“All right.” I nod, jaw clenched. “See you tomorrow.” I’m out the door and down the hall by the time she says goodbye because the last thing I want is one more oh-so-grateful thank you.
What I do want right now is those off-limits lips. More than I’ve wanted anything in my life.
And it’s starting to feel like a problem.