Chapter 8 #2
“Fucking knew it,” he cursed. I stilled, unsure for a second what that meant.
“Best last first kiss, baby.” Something came over me at his words.
This undeniable unforgiving need made my hips roll forward.
The thick bulge of his dick pressed perfectly against my clit now that my skirt was rolled up my hips.
There was no way what I was feeling, what I was dry-humping like a horny teenager without any kind of self-control, was actually real.
“That feels good, Jay,” I moaned, the dirty words slipping easily past my lips.
“Baby,” he groaned. His head dropped back, exposing his thick corded neck.
My mouth watered at the sight and, without a second thought, I leaned forward and licked him.
From collarbone to the end of his chin, the delicious scrape of his five-o’clock shadow against my tongue.
He tasted good. Like man and salt and mine.
“We should—” he started to say. I whined, literally whined. I had no idea who I was on his lap now.
“Please.” I wasn’t above begging as the ache between my legs grew into an almost throbbing pulsating hurt. I held his face with both hands as I made him look at me. “Don’t tell me you want to stop,” I whined.
“I don’t wanna rush this.” His nose flared. His breathing, like mine was fast, shallow pants, like we’d somehow run miles without stopping.
“What if I do?” I felt like every inch of my body was on fire.
“You can’t say shit like that, little bird. I’m already holding on to a fraying thread.”
“Really?” My eyes widened.
Me? I’d done that to him?
Power coursed through my body. This big, beautiful man who had this crazy pull on me was holding on for me?
“Fuck. You like that, don’t you,” he growled.
Before I could respond, Jason’s mouth crashed against mine.
This kiss was savagely different from the slow build of the first one.
Hard. Rough. Almost violent as his tongue pummeled through my lips, mimicking what I wanted other parts of him to do to my body.
He tasted good, too. Like chocolate and mint and something I was almost positive was uniquely him.
Mine, the sex kitten inside of me purred, spurring me into action.
I wasn’t some little ragdoll for him to take and use. No, I gave as good as I got. Our hands were suddenly all over the other. Gripping, scratching. Our teeth scraped against skin as our mouths explored every part of flesh we could reach in that position until we were breathless.
Simultaneously, we pulled back, and I swear time stood still.
Looking at him through the sliver of moonlight that drifted in through the slits between the blackout curtains I’d accidently bought too small made me appreciate his masculine beauty even more.
That close up, I could see the freckles that softly littered the apples of his cheeks.
The strong line of his nose that had a slight bump that made me want to know the story and countless others that made up the life he’d lived without me.
Because he is mine now, a possessive voice whispered in my head. One kiss, and he’d ruined me. My eyes dropped to his mouth. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed. The only sound in the room was that of our heavy breathing. His gaze darkened and my pussy clenched.
Without saying a word, as we tried to catch our breath, almost like we could hear one another’s thoughts, our hands moved in a blur of action in a desperate race to take off as much clothing as quickly as possible.
Like we couldn’t bear the thought of not being skin to skin. The ache drove me crazy with agony.
A hunger I knew would only be sated with his body inside of mine.
Clothes flew. First, my shirt, then his, then my bra.
And when I found myself topless in front of him, with only the corduroy skirt wrapped around my waist, panties so wet they molded around me, I didn’t try to hide.
For some reason, even if it was my first time being naked in front of him, I wasn’t shy.
Not with him.
I couldn’t be.
Not with how he looked at me like I was the sexiest, most precious thing he’d ever laid his light brown eyes on. I didn’t try to cover myself or block my bare breasts with his body. If anything, I felt alive under his heated stare.
“Look at you, little bird,” he rasped quietly in the dark.
One hand cupped a breast and the other gripped my hip possessively. When his thumb brushed over my nipple, it was like every thought was wiped away from my brain and all I could do was feel as I looked into his eyes.
“So pretty. Responsive. Mine.” His head dipped, and then his mouth was there. Suckling at my breast, pulling on my nipple. I felt zips of electricity shooting through me, making my clit ache.
“Jason.” I moaned his name like a prayer, and he growled in answer, switching sides while squeezing and playing with the discarded nipple between his fingers.
“Still,” he grunted, and I tried. Dear god, I tried, but couldn’t keep still. “Still,” he repeated in a deep, rough tone.
“I can’t,” I mewled with pouty desperation.
I could have sworn I felt his lips tip upward before he sucked harder, nipping at the tip of my nipple at the same time he pinched the other.
I gasped. He exposed me to the fine line between pain and pleasure, one I hadn’t been sure I would like after all my reading, but, god, Jason knew how to play my body like a violin.
He knew when to stop before it got to be too much.
He let go of the turgid sensitive tip with a pop, and our eyes connected for a moment before he moved us and my back was suddenly on the mattress.
“I need you,” he hoarsely shared.
“Thank fuck,” I groaned, spreading my legs open wider to make room for his huge body. “Wow, you feel—“ I couldn’t get another word out when I felt the ruddy tip of his bare cock bump against my entrance.
“Holy fucking shit, Sadie, you’re dripping for me.”
“Please,” I moaned, and my eyes opened wide as he pushed inside. It was just the tip, maybe an inch, inch and a half, but he was so thick and hard and perfect it took my breath away.
“Tell me,” he gritted through his teeth. “Tell me I’m your last, your only,” he demanded. Something fierce and intense flashed in his gaze, adding to the edginess in his tone.
“You’re my only. My last,” I panted, obviously way too far gone and horny to think straight. Not to mention the words came out as easy as breathing. “Everything. Jason, please,” I pleaded.
His mouth touched mine, and with one long, hard thrust, he impaled my body so brutally, so beautifully, it literally took the air from my lungs. He swallowed my cry and returned it with a deep animalistic grunt I knew I’d hear echoed in my dirtiest dreams for the rest of my life.