Chapter Thirteen #3
Jasper shook his head in awe. “Incredible,” he said, then approached my bound body.
Running his hands over my arms and sides, Jasper then took hold of my chin and smashed his mouth to mine.
His kiss was slightly tamer this time, but I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing between my legs.
He rocked back and forth, his rigid length rubbing against my clit.
I moaned again, loudly, so loud that Jasper lifted his head and pressed his finger against my lips.
“Shush, Angel,” he said, softly but with an edge of an order. “We don’t want security to hear.” The idea that the security Jasper had hired was outside—because they would be, they followed us everywhere, but at a distance—made everything so much more heightened. If that was even possible.
“I can’t help it,” I said, moaning loudly again when Jasper sucked on my right nipple as he palmed my left breast. He raised his head and shook it from side to side.
“We can’t have that, Angel,” he said, then looked beside him.
His eyes brightened, and I heard the rustling of plastic again before Jasper held up a rubber bit.
My heart pounded harder at what I knew he intended.
Jasper pressed his body against mine, and I was almost set alight.
This time when I moaned, Jasper slipped the bit between my teeth, immediately muting the noise.
“Bite down like a good girl,” Jasper whispered into my ear. Then, wrapping my legs around him until I was suspended from the metal hook above us, he slammed into me. I threw my head back and bit down on the rubber bar, the bit capturing my scream so it existed only in the space between us.
“That’s it, baby,” Jasper said, angling my body until I was a foot off the wall, Jasper ramming his cock inside of me. I was delirious. I shook my head when I felt another orgasm building. “I can’t,” I mumbled around the bit. It came out muffled.
But Jasper understood what I was saying, as he looked me dead in the eye and said, “One more, Angel. I want one more from you.” I shook my head, tears slipping from my eyes.
But Jasper only built up his speed, his cheeks flushing from exertion as a bead of sweat built on his forehead and ran down his cheek.
I wanted to lean forward and lick it off his skin.
Jasper’s movements became more erratic, and his breath changed—stuttered and deep. “One more, Hals. You can give me one more.”
I shook my head, no, no, no . . . but my body didn’t listen, and my thighs tensed as Jasper found my G-spot again and pushed against it until my hips involuntarily rolled back against his.
“Come for me,” Jasper hissed, and his teeth clenched together as I felt his cock swell inside me.
“Come!” he ordered, and I shattered apart, my scream swallowed by the rubber casing of the bit, and my body tensed and the last of the energy waned with my final orgasm.
My muscles twitched and my pussy felt so utterly fucked .
. . Then Jasper growled loudly, spilling inside of me.
I opened my eyes and watched him come. His jaw was clenched, teeth gritted together. His fingers dug into my hips, and he thrust inside of me, once, twice, three times, before he threw his head back, lips parting with ecstasy.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
In the aftermath, Jasper was breathless, and even minutes after we’d come, Jasper didn’t pull out.
He still pulsed inside of me, his cock twitching.
He closed his eyes and breathed. Then he opened them again, and his gaze collided with mine.
Heat and something else I couldn’t read shone on his face—disbelief? Wonder? Awe?
“Hallie,” he murmured, stepping closer to me, still inside me, until my back rested against the wall and his hold on my legs relieved the pressure of the reins that held me upright.
Jasper leaned in and kissed the side of my neck.
He licked at the beads of sweat that were running over my skin, and he kissed under my ear and the side of my face.
“Angel,” he murmured softly, peppering kisses all over my face.
Gone was the dominant lover, and in his place was a loving and kind man.
One who was caring for me.
As Jasper slipped out of me at last, he kept my legs firmly around his waist and met my eyes with his.
“Angel,” he said again, that term of endearment destroying any resolve I had about not letting him in.
He took the bit from my mouth, dropping it to the floor with a thud.
This time, when he kissed me, it was on my lips.
But this kiss wasn’t hard or rough or raw.
This was soft, featherlight . . . sweet.
Too lost in the sensual kiss, I didn’t feel Jasper reach up to untie the reins until my arms fell to my sides.
I groaned as they ached, blood rushing back to fill my muscles.
But Jasper’s mouth never broke from mine, and when my arms regained feeling once more, I threaded my hands through his thick hair.
After several minutes of just kissing, Jasper broke from my mouth, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Fuck, Angel,” he whispered, and thoroughly fucked and spent, the endearment made me chuckle.
Jasper’s dark eyes lit with the same happiness I knew shone in mine, and it knocked me breathless. Running my hand down his cheek, I sighed. “Yeah, baby,” I whispered, marveling at what had just happened between us. “Fuck.”