Chapter Six #2
What started tentative exploded into something primal.
His hands were everywhere, sliding under my shirt, spanning my waist, gripping my hips.
I rubbed my fingers over the hair at the nape of his neck as he explored.
I knew he was holding back but needed him to go at his own pace.
It amazed me how much I trusted this man, but I’d seen in his eyes earlier.
Above all, he wanted to protect me, to keep me safe.
This first time might not be mind-blowing for me, though with the way he kissed I knew this would be a very good experience indeed.
He would absolutely ensure my pleasure, if for no other reason than to make sure I wanted to stay with him.
Each touch built something electric between us, racing alongside the storm outside.
It didn’t take long to realize I might have underestimated the man’s skill.
I wasn’t a virgin by any means, though I hadn’t had many lovers.
No one in my life, though, could have prepared me for a man like Jag when he was intent on a woman.
I pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He broke the kiss long enough to yank it over his head. Lightning flashed, giving me glimpses of what my fingers were discovering. A landscape of ink and scars mapped across his torso and arms tempted me with what I couldn’t see.
“Christ,” he muttered against my neck as my shirt joined his on the floor. His hands skimmed up my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “I should… stop --”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I breathed, pulling him back to kiss me again.
He shifted me in his grip so he could stand, lifting me like I weighed nothing. Once on his feet, he urged me to wrap my legs around his waist as he made three steps before stopping abruptly.
He groaned. “I don’t…” He cleared his throat and shook his head slightly.
“What is it?” I put my hand on his face, stroking his beard, trying to comfort him.
“Bedroom.” It was more a demand than a request for directions and I nearly smiled. “Ain’t takin’ you the first time on the fuckin’ couch, Ada. Knight would kill me and I wouldn’t blame him.”
I did chuckle at that. “Don’t worry about Knight. He’s gruff and protective of me, but he would never do anything to hurt me, and that means he can’t hurt you.”
“Ain’t sayin’ I’ll never bend you over the couch, but not now.” His lips actually twitched, and my heart soared. If he could joke, he was growing more comfortable with me. Maybe even more comfortable with himself. “Just not this time.” His expression grew serious. “I want to do this right, Ada.”
That was it. I was fucking done. He wanted to do this right. How was I supposed to resist him? And fuck that anyway. Jag was mine. Only mine. And I was pretty Goddamned sure I was his, too.
“Go left. Door on the right.”
Jag grunted and went the ten or so steps to the other side of the apartment where there were two bedrooms. He opened the door I’d indicated and took us inside, kicking the door shut once he did.
He set me on my feet, the bed behind me. Each flash of lightning revealed more glimpses of him. The concentration on his face, the intricate patterns inked across his chest and shoulders that told stories I couldn’t yet read all called to me on a primitive level.
He reached behind me, finding the clasp of my bra at my back and fumbled until he made a sound of frustration. I reached back and unfastened the clasp and shrugged out of the garment. When I did he dropped his mouth to my breast, I cried out and arched my back to get closer to him.
“Want you,” he growled against my skin. “Wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I smiled down at him as he held my gaze. Then he licked my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking.
I’m not really sure how the rest of our clothes disappeared. The frantic tangle of limbs and cloth was a blur.
When he finally pushed me back onto the bed, I was a mass of irritated nerves. My need to come overrode everything, but he refused to let me. And I was under no illusions he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
The storm crescendoed around us. Thunder rolled continuously overhead as Jag moved down my body, nipping and licking a path headed straight to my pussy.
His hot breath brushed against my inner thigh as his beard tickled sensitive skin. I gripped the sheets, trembling with anticipation. When his tongue finally made contact with my clit, I nearly came off the bed.
“Jesus fuck,” I gasped, my back arching as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe from pussy to clit.
Lightning illuminated the room just long enough for me to catch the predatory gleam in his eyes as he looked up at me from between my thighs. His large hands gripped my thighs, holding me open and steady as he buried his face between my legs, devouring me with single-minded intensity.
“Jag,” I whimpered, brushed my fingers over his short hair.
He grunted against my pussy, the vibration brushing through my clit and making it pulse with the ever present need to come. This wasn’t tentative exploration. This was a man staking a claim.
He circled my clit over and over before sucking it between his lips and I cried out again. “That’s it,” he rasped against me. “Let me hear you scream.”
I couldn’t have held back if I tried. Every lash of his tongue pulled sounds from me I didn’t know I could make. When he slid one thick finger inside me, curling it upward while maintaining the relentless attention of his mouth, I felt myself spiraling toward the edge.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he groaned, his voice raw with desire. “Been dreamin’ about this since the first fuckin’ second I saw you.”
Another flash of lightning illuminated his face for just a moment. The intensity in his eyes as he looked up at me from between my legs nearly undid me completely. This wasn’t just sex for him. He was claiming me, marking me as his in the most basic way possible.
When he slid a second finger inside me, scissoring them gently, I lost it completely. The orgasm crashed through me, my thighs clamping around his head as my body convulsed and I did, indeed, scream for him. I cried out his name, over and over, like a prayer.
He worked me through it, his pace never faltering until I pushed at his shoulders, oversensitive.
“Need you inside me,” I gasped. “Please!”
Jag crawled up my body, his skin hot against mine as he braced himself above me. His cock pressed hard against my thigh, thick and insistent. He kissed me deeply, and I tasted myself on his tongue, making me moan into his mouth.
“Christ,” he groaned, resting his forehead against mine before finding my lips again. He didn’t move to enter me and I whimpered, digging my nails into his ass to try to make him fuck me. “Condom?” he murmured against my lips. “Need a fuckin’ condom.”
I blinked, startled. Of course I should be using a condom!
“Nightstand,” I managed, still catching my breath.
I only managed to pull myself out of the haze of lust and need because of the realization I’d been ready to have sex without a condom for the first time in my life and hadn’t thought twice about it.
He hesitated, giving me an odd look and I kissed him once more. “I’m a woman who can take care of herself. Most of the time, anyway.” I smiled. “I don’t come into the biker compound looking for sex, but I’m not about to deny myself if the opportunity arises because I wasn’t prepared.”
“Not my business,” he said, but I could see the relief on his face.
He started to move to the nightstand, but I stopped him. “Look at me, Jag.” When he did, giving me a questioning look, I smiled up at him. “I don’t cheat. And I don’t sleep with more than one man at a time.”
His brows drew together. “I… didn’t think that.”
“I know. And it’s okay if you did. Am I right in thinking this is a first for both of us? A relationship, I mean.”
“You haven’t had one either?”
“No. Not for longer than a few weeks. Never wanted one before now.”
Lightning flashed again as he reached over, illuminating the muscles in his shoulders where he held himself over me. “Okay,” he said simply.
He moved and I heard the drawer slide open, then the crinkle of foil. When he settled back between my legs, I reached down to guide him inside me, wrapping my fingers around his length.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily into my touch.
I stroked him once, twice, feeling him throb in my palm before tucking the head of his cock at my entrance and flexing my hips until he took over instinctively.
He pushed inside me with a slow, deliberate thrust that had us both gasping.
The sensation of him stretching me, filling me inch by inch, overwhelmed me.
He was big, sure, but this was more than size or anything physical.
The expressions on Jag’s face were their own aphrodisiac.
He looked like he was blissed out on the best drug in the world.
And when he opened his eyes and looked at me, I realized I was completely addicted to this man and his unguarded, honest reactions.
The stretch of his cock burned in a delicious way that had me digging my nails into his shoulders and urging him deeper.
“Goddamn.” His voice sounded strained as he bottomed out. “So fuckin’ good.”
He stilled completely, his forehead pressed against mine, our ragged breathing mingling in the dark.
I could feel him trembling and sweat slickened his skin.
Another flash of lightning illuminated his face, revealing the way he clenched his jaw.
He squeezed his eyes shut, every muscle in his neck corded with tension.
“You can move,” I whispered, rolling my hips to emphasize my point. “You feel good, too. So fucking good.”