91. Chapter 91
He wasn’t done.
Lindsey was barely upright on shaky hands and knees that would literally collapse with one more thrust, and he wasn’t done?
Thank God. A new ache was already building between her legs at the prospect.
“You saw what you did to me,” he said. His callouses scraped her hips and she felt his tip poised to enter her again. “Now I want to know what I do to you.”
He filled her in a single thrust. Her arms buckled but before her face hit the comforter, Jase wound his arms around her stomach and pulled her up slowly. Not onto her hands but up, up—
“Oh my God,” she choked out. “Jase—”
Lindsey cut off when she lost the ability to speak.
This position should’ve been impossible, but of course Jase found a way.
He worked her upright until her back curved around his chest and she was precariously balanced on his thighs, yet he was somehow still inside her.
They’d progressed from sex straight into contortionism and Lindsey wasn’t prepared—not for the stretch in the taut walls of her overworked vagina or the tip of his penis pressing into her stomach.
Or how the angle stole every drop of blood from her body, gifted it to her core, and unlocked a previously unknown desire to have untouched corners of her body be diligently explored and filled by Jase’s penis.
She bet if she looked down—if she was capable of moving at all—she’d see the outline of his tip poking through her belly button.
“Breathe,” he coaxed and she realized she wasn’t. He lowered one of her feet to the floor, relieving some of the pressure on her diaphragm. Air flooded in. “I got you, baby.”
Jase kept her other foot on the bed, her knee bent, allowing his full length to remain sheathed despite the severe angle.
“Is this what you had in mind when you came to my hotel room?”
She shook her head. This was far more because Jase’s sexual imagination was far more vivid than hers.
“No?” he asked, sounding surprised.
When Lindsey tried to explain, all that came out was a strangled request for more.
“I’ll give you everything,” he promised. “What do you want?”
She didn’t even know what to ask for.
“You don’t know?” he accurately surmised. “Or has nobody ever asked you?”
She shook her head again and managed a quick, “No.”
With one arm anchoring her against him, Jase drew the other up her body, across her overly-sensitive, post-orgasm skin to her breast.
“Do you like it when I play with your nipples?”
He traced the small, pink point with a featherlight touch that magically also circled her clit.
Jase nipped at her ear and she remembered he’d asked her another question.
What was it? When she didn’t answer, he teased the nipple between his finger and thumb, giving it a gentle twist. Her hips jerked, earning a hiss from Jase as she tightened around him.
“You really like that.” He pressed his lips to her neck. “Show me what else you need.”
More. It was the only thought capable of forming. Just more.
More of his tongue licking, his lips sucking, his teeth—
His teeth. She gasped at the sudden, sharp sting of his canines on her throat.
“You know what?” She heard the smile in his voice. “I think you like a little pain, Lindsey.”
His tongue smoothed over the stinging that had already dulled, and he was right. She wanted more of that too. Soft touches that stoked an ember and bursts of pain that ignited a full flame, leaving her burning in his wake. If only she was capable of articulating more than single word sentences.
Then, Jase was better at reading her body than most people were at reading books.
He scraped his teeth along her neck, closing his lips to suck a bruise into her skin, as his hand left her breast to blaze a trail of greedy nerves—all calling more, more, MORE—from her chest to just below her belly button.
The heat of his palm flared over her stomach, stopping just shy of where she needed it to go.
Squirming for friction, she throbbed around his penis that Jase refused to move.
“We’ll get there baby,” he promised. “First I want to know, how many fingers?”
One finally, graciously, dipped between her legs.
“One?” He circled her clit. “Two?”
She didn’t know it was possible to take his penis further into her body, but Lindsey sank deeper onto him, succumbing to the fullness inside her and the fingers striking the chord between her legs, drawing out another orgasm.
Jase adjusted his stance to support her and said, “I want to hear you say it.”
He didn’t need her to explain, he was getting off on it. Probably because she’d been adamant that she could finish the trip without repeating Austin. Without this.
When she didn’t answer beyond an incoherent moan, his fingers did the cruelest thing any fingers had done in the history of cruel things and stopped touching her.
“Two,” she said quickly, “Two is good.”
And two were back between her legs just as fast. He tested the edges of his penis as if he could fit a finger inside with it. She hastily shook her head and dug her nails into his arm.
“What about getting fingered while I fuck you?”
In another this-should-be-impossible move, Jase bent her over slightly and slowly pulled out.
“Yes,” she groaned as he slid back in.
Yes to the fullness she would yearn for if she ever took another lover who literally didn’t measure up. Yes to the fingers mercilessly circling her clit. Yes to the deep, languid thrusts that ended with his pelvis flush with her rear as he settled into a deliberately drawn-out pace.
“Good,” he growled. “I want to know what I do to you. How much did you want this?”
She shook in his hands, and a noise escaped her throat.
“I feel it, but I want to hear you say it,” Jase urged.
“I never stopped. Wanting it,” she managed through lips that had gone numb. She swore his penis was hitting her in the ribs. Her lungs. Her heart.
“Since when?” he gritted out over her strained attempts at a full breath.
“Jase,” she gasped.
“Since when, Lindsey?”
She was on her feet by the grace of Jase’s strength, his arm locked around her midsection that she clutched for dear life like a tether to the earth.
He was taking her. She needed to be taken, and not in the careless way she’d grown accustomed to, but inside and out by a man who demanded total surrender.
She was lost to him, her body rocking and shuddering outside of her control, past the point of begging, into total freefall.
Stars exploded in front of her eyes. The world condensed to a single point in her core before his penis, a veritable wrecking ball, broke through.
As she shattered, held together by Jase’s arms, she cried out her truth.
“Austin.”