Chapter 10
Freya
Idug my nails into his chest, but not to push him away.
To trap him, to drag him closer, to keep him there, right where I wanted him.
It was involuntary, like the wrenching gasps jerking out from between my lips with every deep thrust he made.
Thick and hot and deep, plumbing my hot depths. Caressing, stroking, stirring me.
I hadn’t known it could feel like this. He could just melt me down with pleasure and mold me into something new, someone I didn’t even recognize, and couldn’t control.
He could turn me into Sandee for real. She was so vulnerable and compromised, so needy and desperate.
Things I’d thought I wasn’t. I thought I was so smart, so tough and capable. That no one could fuck with me.
I was being oh, so fucked with right now. And I was loving every second of it.
My body woke up, just for him. Glowing, aching, yearning.
Each deep, sliding plunge of his cock relieved the ache, and stoked a desperate need for the next.
I struggled helplessly to get closer, take him deeper.
His cock stroked the melting, juicy sweet spots inside me.
Making me shivering and soft. Yielding. Helpless. His.
I couldn’t let myself topple like this. But I couldn’t stop clutching, sobbing, lifting myself toward that thing I craved, and before I knew it, oh God…
Again, he watched me scatter into glittering pieces across the cosmos.
When I drifted back, he was on top of me, and miles inside. I could feel his swift, heavy heartbeat wedged so deep. He was still long, thick, and rock hard. Rocking, gently. Waiting until I was ready.
Not finished with me. Not by a long shot.
As our eyes locked, he started to move again.
The last orgasm had sensitized me, and I gasped at the sensation, almost too much to bear, but as I stared into his eyes, he adjusted his stroke, my perception shifted, and suddenly, it was perfect.
Exquisite, even. I was ravenous for more.
As if he were some kind of sex god, and I was helplessly in his thrall.
Coming for him, on command? Where did that come from? That was terrifying.
He was stripping me of masks I hadn’t known I was wearing. I was inside out, broken parts exposed. My garbage, the godawful mess deep inside me that I had never cleaned up, because I didn’t know how. I wouldn’t be able to hide any of it from him.
I swallowed, to get my throat working. “Um…James? Don’t you ever, you know…like, come?”
“Of course. I can go ahead and finish, if you’re tired. I just love to be inside you. And I love to feel you come. Do you want to stop?”
“I’d like to see you come, too. Go ahead and finish. We can always start again.”
He gave me a wicked grin as his cock pulsed deep. “Do you want to change positions? On top, from behind? Anything you like. Lady’s choice.”
That sounded fun, but too acrobatic in my current boneless and quivering state. I shook my head. “This is good,” I said. “Just like this.”
“Yeah, it is,” he said. “You’re perfect. I love how it feels. That beautiful tight little hole, hugging me. Your sweet rosy tits bouncing. Your eyes, your lips. You’re so fucking beautiful, Sandee.”
“Ah…thank you,” I faltered. “That’s, ah…sweet.”
His teeth flashed in the gloom, and he scooped up my knees, draping them over his elbows. Pressing me even wider open as he started in on me once again.
Slow, slick, heavy. Wickedly skillful. All the ugliness of the day had melted away.
All my lies and plans and schemes, everything washed away, wiped blank as that energy started to build.
He knew just how to stoke it, just how to spur me on, driving me on with those slick thrusts…
waiting for me, waiting…until my pleasure throbbed through me, and he finally released his own, with a rough cry. Pouring himself into me.
That flash of bright, perfect fusion was shattering.
When I opened my eyes, my face was wet, and Jed was gazing down at me, looking worried. “Hey,” he said. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”’
I shook her head. “Just tension unwinding,” I murmured. “No biggie.” I gave him the best smile I could muster, but he still looked unconvinced.
Jed lifted himself off, pulling out. I felt damp and small and vulnerable, alone on the bed, as he strode off to bathroom to get rid of the condom.
I was unequipped for this situation. I’d counted on my own rock-solid defenses. I thought I’d just pretend to like it, and deal with the fallout of prostituting myself later.
But actually, for real liking it? That was a goddamn disaster.
I tugged the blanket around my shivering self, but it didn’t help. Water was roaring in the bathroom, and after a few minutes, Jed came back, holding out his hand.
“I ran you a bath,” he said. “Come on.”
I took his hand as he led me into the bathroom, which was damp and warm, lit by the glow of the kerosene lantern that sat on the windowsill. I stepped into the tub, sinking into the hot water with a sigh of pleasure.
Jed climbed in, too, which brought the water level way up high. The bathtub was a big one, but there was so much of him. He was huge, those big, powerful arms spread out wide on the edge of the tub, his bare chest gleaming.
I was speechless and shy, but Jed grabbed the soap and ran his sudsy hands slowly, sensually over every part of me that was over the level of the water, massaging, caressing.
Slow, sexy, skillful. Releasing tension shuddered through my body, and when I felt shaky and soft and liquid, he pulled me up onto my knees, made his hands slippery with soap again, and reached between my legs.
He knew just exactly how to touch me there. Tender, bold, sure. I grabbed the tops of his shoulders, digging in my nails, and before I knew it, my head was flung back and I was gasping, hips jerking as he coaxed yet another explosive orgasm out of me.
What the hell? I don’t know how he did it.
My orgasms have always been kind of a mystery.
Elusive and disappointingly shallow, ever since I started trying to have them.
And my body had just randomly decided that tonight was the night to supercharge that system?
While everything else in my life was going to hell at top speed?
Jed stroked his fingers inside me, a rumble of satisfied pleasure vibrating from him through me as he savored every last vibration of my climax, and then he hoisted me up, startled and dripping, to sit on the edge of the tub. My back to the wall.
Water slopped and sloshed out onto the floor, but he ignored it as he positioned himself between my legs and put his mouth to me.
Oh, he was so good. Slow and sensual, licking and sucking, flicking tenderly at my clit with the perfect tender, teasing pressure, and it wasn’t just the technique, it was him, his energy, his heat, his enormous presence, making me drunk, dizzy.
I clutched at his head, his shoulders, as the waves of sensation thundered through me, over and over, in an endless, cleansing rush.
Jed pressed his lips to my belly, kissing it. I sank back into the water.
“Have you got something to prove?” I asked him.
“Nah, not really. You just have a really sweet, delicious pussy and I’m hungry for it. Just can’t get enough.” He got up before I could think of any snappy response, water sloshing and coursing down over his gorgeous body. Still stone hard. Droplets glittered on the thatch of hair at his groin.
He lifted me to my feet and helped me out of the tub.
Dried me off with a towel. Long, gentle strokes over my arms, my legs, my back.
A swift glimpse of myself in the foggy mirror made me flinch at what had become of my make-up, but it’s the classic Sandee look, after all.
My lips were so red, my eyes so bright. My cheeks incredibly pink. Everything so high-contrast. Extreme.
In the other room, Jed dug into a box, pulled out big black T-shirt, and tossed it to me. I put it on, and it draped off my shoulders and halfway down my thighs.
Jed opened up the bedcovers and beckoned to me. “Get some sleep,” he said.
“What about you?” I asked.
“I’ll keep watch on the monitors,” he said. “I still have some adrenaline to metabolize. I’ll crash when I crash.”
“You must be tired,” I said. “What monitors?”
He gestured at a table that was covered with the computer equipment. Shit. I’d been in such a fog of desire, I’d barely noticed all of that, and what it implied.
“Those,” he said. “To keep us safe. But I doubt anyone will be chasing us in this storm.”
In one swift glance, I saw two big monitors, multiple camera angles. “You’ve got a whole security setup out there? Jeez, what is this place?”
He didn’t acknowledge the question. “Sleep easy,” he said. “Nothing bigger than a fox is getting near here without me knowing about it. I’ll see everything that moves.”
So he must have infrared, and motion detectors, and God knows what else.
Sleep easy, my ass. This news freshly rattled me.
Whatever this operation was, it was generously funded and meticulously planned, months in advance.
This was not an improvisation. He had a plan, help, resources, a huge budget.
Shane’s disappearance was connected to it.
And I couldn’t say a single fucking word to him about it.
All I could do was open my legs and play dumb.