102. Chapter 102
“There’s something I’ve been dying to do to you.”
Jase laced his fingers into her hair and drew her head back to kiss her throat. The graze of his teeth on her neck sent shivers across her shoulders.
A departure from last night’s desperate fervor, Jase was intent on exploring her fully now, and her veins practically vibrated in anticipation of the promise he’d made at the pier to take his time. He released her hair and her back bowed under his fingers tracing down her spine.
“You haven’t been touched enough,” Jase observed.
Did she seem desperate? She bit her lip, holding back a moan as his fingers roamed over the seat of her dress to finally dip between her legs from behind, tracing along the seam of her lace panties.
Jase growled. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.”
Last night, egging him on at the motel, riling him up, had made her feel powerful.
Until he’d asked her to tell him what she wanted, and he’d had to coax it out of her. She’d never stated her preferences with a man out loud, unwittingly accepting that what happened in the bedroom was unique to each lover and not up to her to criticize or change.
To know she could’ve been having sex like this instead of settling for mediocre was a mistake she’d never make again.
Jase shook at her back as if he couldn’t spend another second with any barrier, however thin, between them. She braced her hands on the textured wallpaper at the two fingers that tore her panties aside and sank into her, giving them what they both needed.
She still wasn’t brazen enough to look him in the eye and talk about her wetness and how it was all, every last drop, for him or how the groan rumbling against her throat when his fingers reached deep inside was, every last bit, for her.
There was power to be taken there, strength in knowing her arousal turned him on.
The erection pressing into her hip would be inside her soon, and the sweet thrill of anticipation sent a tremor down her body Jase must’ve felt on his fingers, because he bit her neck and sucked on the tender tooth mark.
When he seemed to regain his control, Jase began a slow pump and drag inside her that weakend her knees. Lindsey dropped her forehead to the cool wall and pushed against it with her hands to stay on her feet.
Then he worked in a third finger.
She gasped and he held his hand still while she adjusted to the girth.
“Good?” he asked.
Good? Try revelatory. Lindsey nodded her forehead on the wall and swallowed hard. Three fingers. There were three fingers inside her and she was shy about him knowing how much she wanted him, about her body confirming that Jase knew how to touch her.
He drew his fingers out and slowly slipped all three back in, spreading the ache in her clit up through the center of her body. She was at his whim, and she’d let him do anything. Wanted him to use all his skills to make her body tremble.
Her eyes opened. This was her moment, she realized. The time to be the heroine of her own story, not a bystander in the Young legacy. What did she want to write about herself tomorrow?
His fingers pulled out and she widened her stance to let him go deeper, fully taking him. His pinky found her clit and his thumb was inching upward, dangerously close to previously uncharted territory between her cheeks.
“That’s it.” He hummed on her throat. “Take it. Take me.”
Her eyes closed again. When she could speak, she whispered, “Tell me.”
His stubble gently scraped her skin. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me”—she licked her lips—“what you’ve been dying to do to me.”
His laugh was hot on her neck. For the first time in the nights they’d slept together, there wasn’t a trace of alcohol on his breath. Jase withdrew his fingers and curled them around her lace panties.
“If you rip these, I won’t have any left,” she warned.
He moved down her back, inching her panties down her thighs to the floor.
“That’s not a threat, Sundress,” he said. Jase helped her lift one shaky leg, then the other, to free her of the wet lace completely.
He didn’t stand back up.
“You want to know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” he asked. He bit her ass cheek through her dress and lifted the thin fabric up to her hips. Kneeling, he spread her legs apart and ducked between them. “What I’ve been fucking dying to do?”
She opened her eyes and found Jase looking up, smiling.
“Taste you,” he said.
He dropped the dress over his head, and his tongue licked up her center.
“Jase,” she screeched. She didn’t mean to sound so surprised or so intensely aroused the other hotel guests probably heard her through the wall.
With her thighs precariously balanced on his shoulders, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, Jase tasted her, and it was dizzying in ways she’d never experienced with any other man who had used his tongue.
He licked where he’d been fingering, soothing the sensitive skin stretched by his fingers, then up to her clit.
Lindsey bit her wrist to keep from crying out again.
Her toes curled in her flats, and she would’ve fallen if the wall wasn’t holding her up and Jase wasn’t locked onto her legs.
She was, quite literally, sitting on his face.
Not only was he a magician with his tongue, she’d never been tasted standing up.
Never had a man clamped onto her ass and thighs, holding her to his mouth while he devoured.
Electricity shot through her body to her core, answering his insistent tongue.
One of his hands slipped between her legs, and she couldn’t hold back her scream.
She wasn’t even orgasming yet, and he was making her scream.
Two fingers dipped inside her, spinning and pumping in rhythm with his tongue savoring her clit, sending her up on her toes and her hands climbing the wall.
He shifted with her, bringing her back down on his mouth and hands, those fingers buried and his lips sucking on her clit, drawing it gently between his teeth.
Stars exploded, her blood thrummed in her ears, and there was nothing—nothing in the entire world—other than Jase’s tongue and those fingers and his head bobbing underneath her dress.
When a third finger snuck between her ass cheeks, igniting new, untouched nerves, her legs gave out along with the rest of her.
She cried out. Jase pressed his fingers into her and held her on his mouth, letting the beats of her orgasm pulse against his face.
He kept licking while her breathing slowed and she settled back into her shoes.
“Jase,” she whispered.
When his fingers came out of her and he climbed out from underneath her dress, he took so much of her with him that he had to catch her in his arms. Holding her to his chest, Jase lifted her wrist and ran his thumb over the teeth marks, quietly tsking.
“You really haven’t been fucked properly in a while, have you?” he asked. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Her clit throbbed in answer. She needed more. Needed all of him, and she was too pleasure-drunk to care if that made her desperate.
He stopped her from unbuttoning his jeans. “I’m not done with you. We have plenty of time for that.”
Plenty of time. He said it as if it wasn’t over tomorrow.
“Lay down,” he said.
She didn’t lay—didn’t even know if she could sit with the latent throbbing between her thighs. She took ahold of his shirt and ripped it open, sending the buttons scattering.
He raised his eyebrows and looked down at his chest, the corner of his shiny, swollen lips turning up in a smile.
“This was a new shirt,” he said.
Lindsey traced the tips of her fingers down his chest and the hard planes of his stomach that twitched beneath her nails.
“Lindsey, lay down,” he said. The back of her legs reached the side of the bed.
“I don’t know if I can go again that fast,” she said, her words coming out as dazed as she felt.
“Remember Austin? And last night?” he asked. “I’ve made you come seven times without my tongue.”
He was right and she knew it. Jase’s broad form locked her between him and the bed.
“You’re counting?” she asked.
“Damn right I am. I won’t sleep until we hit an even dozen,” he said. “Now lie on your back and let me work.”
A dozen. Four more orgasms tonight. Lindsey all but stumbled back onto the bed and watched Jase sink with predatory ease to his knees on the floor in front of her. Where had this man been her whole life, and were there any others, and how would she find them once Jase disappeared?
“You think you can do better than last night?” Lindsey asked, trying to sound snarky so Jase wouldn’t know how painful the ache in her core had become, waiting for him to work.
His smile was devilish. He knew.
He set a hand on each knee, spreading them. Then he lifted her dress over his head and disappeared underneath it.