CHAPTER 20 #3
She moved her thumb a certain way, and he cried out again as bolts of white lightning shot through him, and his vision went blurry.
“See?” She chuckled darkly. “Men do moan.”
He clenched his jaw. “They groan,” he gritted out.
“Yeah, uh-huh. Groan some more.”
She was everywhere now, tugging on his shaft, then teasing his balls, and, yes, massaging as she invaded his ass, and he thrust into her hand, harder, faster, reaching for what was barreling toward him like a fucking high-speed train, though part of him sensed it may be beyond his ability to endure it.
It gathered deep and low, closer, closer, until …
Her thumb slipped out. Part of him felt relieved; the other part despaired with unfulfilled need.
“Flip over.”
He didn’t know how he ended up on his back or how she ended up half-naked, straddling his face and hovering over his mouth. “How badly do you want this?”
He strained his neck, raising his chin in wild anticipation, his lips and tongue burning with the desire to taste her.
“Jannie …” His voice was raspy.
“Tell me.”
“Sit on my face, beautiful girl.”
Still, she hovered, shifting provocatively as he stared right up at her arousal, and he rose up to lick her, satisfaction rippling through him at her little shudder.
“First-class seat,” he murmured.
He thought he heard a little snort. And then, at last, she lowered herself onto his face, rubbing on his waiting lips.
She was drenched.
Hungrily, Nick received her. “Grab the headboard.”
She lurched forward, grinding on his mouth and chin, then retreating a little. He reached up and gripped her glorious ass, urging her on. She was soft and slick and warm, and—God—even though he was covered in her, barely able to breathe, it still didn’t feel like enough.
His mind flashed back to the first time he saw her. He’d wanted her at first sight. Now that he’d had her multiple times, he realized the want had turned to need.
His Jannie.
Mine.
He circled his tongue, pleasuring her with all the pent-up passion of fifteen years of wanting her.
“Yes … ah … God, yes, Nick, give me your tongue.”
He did. Oh, he did. She wanted his tongue, not realizing that he was offering her his heart, if only she would take it.
He licked and sucked, alternately pausing to rub his lips over her, wanting to prolong her pleasure as long as she allowed him. Only when she showed signs of frustration did he pick up the pace.
She arched her back. “Harder!”
Nick gave her everything he had, not bothering to try to breathe, not caring if he didn’t.
Her legs started to shake. “I’m gonna come!”
“Mmm.” He gripped her backside, thrusting his tongue inside her as deep as he could.
She shuddered once, twice, then came hard all over his face, her entire body jerking, and as he eagerly lapped up her sweetness, he wondered if he could ever let her go.
No sooner had she finished than she slid off him, flushed, wild-eyed, and so very beautiful.
Through a haze, he felt her grab his hand and make him wrap his fist around his turgid length.
“Now, you,” she said breathlessly. “I want to watch you come all over yourself.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Nor did he need more than five strokes.
A guttural cry tore from somewhere deep within him as tingling warmth corkscrewed through his body, and then the hot spurts shot out of him in a release so intense, it bordered on painful.
And though his eyelids were tightly shut, he sensed her gaze on him, witnessing him fall apart like never before …
which made him come even harder. Until the edges of his vision blurred and went white, and as the world faded to black, he swore he felt her slide a fingertip over the mess he’d made across his chest, whispering, “Yeah, good boy.”
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Jannie
“Nick.”
Jannie gently slapped Nick’s cheek, feeling her heart lurch. “Nick!”
Just as a wave of panic seized her throat, she saw his eyelids flutter. “Are you OK?”
Slowly, he opened them, his expression dreamy as he gradually focused. A very sexy half-smile dawned on his face as he regarded her, reaching to caress her hip. “Never been better. Why?”
She slid her hand up to thread her fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “I think you passed out for a few seconds.”
He looked skeptical. “That doesn’t happen.”
“It does. In certain extreme cases.”
“That was extreme. Would you agree?”
“I would.” Gently, she massaged his scalp, frowning slightly.
She’d heard of people passing out after particularly intense orgasms. She knew Nick was healthy and that pilots were required to undergo biannual FAA physicals to keep their first-class medical certificates current.
These included detailed cardiovascular assessments, but she still found it disturbing that she had pushed him that far.
“Has this happened to you before?”
“No.” He blinked, looking a bit bewildered. “Nothing like you has happened to me before.”
She felt the same way. Reaching for a box of tissues on the nightstand, she gently wiped his chest. Nick unleashed savage, feral feelings she couldn’t control, even as she reveled in exerting control over his pleasure.
The fact that he allowed her to do that blew her mind; he let her do things to him she’d only imagined in her darkest, most secret fantasies.
“What are you saying, Sebastian?” She smirked, drawing the Kleenex across his belly. “That I tapped into your submissive side?”
His eyes gleamed with something that bordered on dangerous. “I’m saying …”
The next second, she was on her back, her wrists pinned above her head by his large hand.
She gasped. Wild butterflies spiraled through her middle, and Jannie blinked, her lips parting as he stared down at her with laser focus.
His eyes … oh, God, they pinned her too, piercing deep into her soul. For a few heart-stopping moments, she stared up at him, her nostrils flaring at the distinctive scent rising from his chest.
“I’m saying that I usually don’t let anyone do things to me, no matter the circumstance.” He tightened his grip a fraction.
“But I thought—”
“You thought wrong. I’m this way with you because it turns me on to see you take what you want.
No matter if you’re flying a plane or going wild, bouncing on top of me.
So, I give you control because it pleases me to let you have it.
But don’t think for a second—” he lowered his head and brushed his lips over her temple, his hot breath skating across her ear, sending her into a full-body shudder “—that it’s who I am. ”
She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry. “Who are you, then?”
“Not Sebastian.”
“Not Sebastian?”
He shook his head slowly. “No. But I’ll be him. For you.”
And then, Nick seized her mouth in a plundering kiss so ravaging, it drew a whimper out of her.
My God, this man. She wasn’t playing with fire; this was napalm.
She’d sensed it that first day, when she laid eyes on him after so many years. Closing her eyes, she let the torrent that was Nick sweep her away. His lips and tongue branded her with such aggression that when he finally broke the kiss, the whole room seemed to tilt and spin.
Jannie stared up at him in exhilarated confusion. She wasn’t used to a man setting aside his very essence just for her. Unknowingly, she’d had a leashed tiger in her hands.
Had she pushed him too far?