Chapter Twenty-Five
Almost as soon as his mouth captured hers, Jenna’s body went soft and pliant against him.
His body tightened and he groaned into her kiss.
He let his hands explore the top half of her body over the top of her clothes.
When he thought she was ready for more, he turned them so she had her back to the bed and eased her to sitting on the edge as he lifted her shirt over her head and off.
His jeans already felt like they were strangling his cock, but he was letting her decide how far things went, so he ignored it.
Roadkill tossed her shirt aside then turned back to her.
He trailed his mouth down the side of her neck.
Jenna let her head fall back as he skimmed his fingers over her torso, bringing his hands up to cup the generous swells of her tits.
He eased the straps of her bra off her shoulders then tugged it down to reveal the round globes.
Her taut nipples beckoned to him, and he didn’t bother to resist as he leaned in and pulled first one, then the other into his mouth.
Going back and forth, he used increasing pressure until Jenna whimpered arched her back and pulled him closer.
Trailing his hands down her belly, he marveled at how soft, how smooth her skin was.
He eased her backward until she lay on the bed, while he worked his mouth down her body, nipping, and teasing.
Jenna’s hands slipped under his cut and tugged at his shirt.
He sat up long enough to shrug out of his cut, set it aside then pull off his shirt and toss it aside.
He wanted her hands on his skin. Every time she touched him he got harder.
If he didn’t get off soon he’d be able to hammer nails with his dick.
He licked and nipped along her belly to the waistband of her jeans, but he didn’t go farther.
He’d told her he wouldn’t push for what she wasn’t ready for, and that was one thing he’d let her decide on.
That didn’t keep him from skimming his hands up and down her legs, over the cotton of her jeans.
When his hand reached the apex of her thighs, pressing the seam against the small nubbin of nerves hiding behind the thick fabric, Jenna gasped, her hips jerked and she let out a groan she hadn’t been able to hold back.
“Want to come, darlin’?” He played is fingers back and forth over the thick seam as he looked up at her face.
She was so lost in the sensations flooding her body she forgot to guard her expression.
Jenna’s eyes had fallen until they were barely open, her face was flushed and her eyes glazed as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Yes. God yes. I want to feel you.” Her hands went to the button on her jeans.
He was still manipulating her little button through her jeans as she opened them and started shoving them down, pushing her underwear with the thick fabric.
When she lifted her hips, Roadkill shifted his position.
He helped her work the denim down to her knees, leaving them there because they would never get them off past her boots and he wasn’t willing to fuck with her boots, at least not now.
He leaned close and blew across her heated flesh. She whimpered and reached for him, but he took her hands and held them to the bed on either side of her hips as he leaned in and pushed his tongue between her lips to find the sensitive nub that had gotten him this far.
Jenna’s breath caught in her throat. Her hands squeezed where he held onto them and her hips pressed up into his face. He licked and tasted, reveling in the way she responded to him.
She cried out as her body went stiff. Her hands clamped down on his, and fluid gushed out of her, filling his senses with her taste.
He continued to work the bundle of nerves until the tension of her orgasm faded.
Then he propped his chin on her belly and looked up at her, loving the dazed, satisfied look on her face.
“Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll return the favor,” Jenna said, her voice husky.
“This isn’t a tit for tat, darlin’. I’m not expecting anything in return.” He moved up to lay beside her, and Jenna turned her head so they lay face to face. “If you want more, then we can do that. If you want to get dressed and go back to your place, we can do that too.”
Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. She started moving and it took him a moment to realize she was toeing off her boots, or trying to.
Doing something like that wasn’t easy when your knees were bound like hers were with her jeans.
When he realized what she was doing, he rolled off the bed and went to her feet, pulling off one boot, then the other.
Before he had a chance to ask what she wanted, she’d kicked off the jeans as well as sat up and removed the bra that had been doing little more than wrapping around her like a belt.
“I want you. I want it all. I’m not quite ready for the commitment yet, but I can admit I want you. I want you to want us.” Jenna reached for him and pulled him back to her, scooting backwards until they were both on the bed before she pushed him down beside her and moved over him.
As Roadkill lay on his back looking up at Jenna, he couldn’t help but marvel at how much she got into this.
As if now that she’d gotten off, she could be as aggressive as she wanted, or maybe it was more that now he’d licked and touched most of her body, she felt she could do the same to him. And she was.
Jenna trailed the tip of her tongue along the lines of the tiger on his pec, her fingers trailing along his skin, alternating the gentle sweep of her fingers with the sharp rake of her nails, and making his cock throb.
He wasn’t going to rush this, or her, but he feared if he didn’t get out of his jeans soon, he’d end up with a permanent imprint of his zipper.
Damn. Now he knew why some men wore button fly instead.
When her hand went to his waistband, he wanted to shout, but bit his lip and kept it to a groan instead. But before she could undo the button or lower his zipper, he covered her hand with his.
“I told you, you don’t have to do this. I love it but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know.” She leaned close and her voice lowered to almost a whisper. “I want you inside me. I want to feel the stretch. The burn. I need you to fill me.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure.” Jenna scraped the nails of one hand up his torso along his ribs.
Roadkill’s control snapped. He rolled them both over until she looked up at him, her eyes wide.
“If we’re going to do this, I’m going to do it right.” He reached over and pulled a string of condoms from the nightstand drawer and dropped them on the pillow beside her head before he got up and removed his own boots and jeans, then went back to her.
Jenna had already torn off a condom and opened it. She sat up and unrolled it down his length as he moved back onto the bed. Then leaned in and flicked her tongue over his nipple as she slid her arms around his waist.
Roadkill groaned. Then tilted her head back and covered her mouth in a kiss that seared way the last of his thoughts of anything but the woman in his arms.
She shifted so he could settle his hips between her thighs, then used one hand to line his erection up with her opening.
“Now,” Jenna demanded, breaking the kiss. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and ground her core against him, silently begging for what her body craved.
Roadkill was tempted to hold back, to tease her just a little longer but he’d been holding back for a week. He wanted her as much as she seemed to want him. He gave in and thrust deep. The slick moisture from her previous orgasm eased the way, letting him sink to the balls with one thrust.
Jenna’s back arched, her body tensed and he wasn’t entirely certain because the sweet tight heat of her surrounding him was so new, but he thought he felt the slight flutter of her walls indicating she was close.
Rather than pause and give her a moment to get used to him filing her, he went with his instincts and started to thrust, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace as her nails dug into his back.
“More. Like that. Yes,” she panted.
He thrust deep, but brought one hand to her tit and rolled the beaded nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her body went stiff. Her cunt clamped down on him, and a high keening seemed to be ripped from her throat.
He shifted so he could hook his hands on the back of her shoulders to keep her from moving away as he thrust hard, once, twice, a third time.
Jenna’s keen became a scream, that she cut off when her teeth sank into his shoulder. The burn of her teeth in his skin sent him over the edge. Fire raced up his spine, his balls drew up and he pulsed his release into her.
Roadkill let his head fall forward to rest on the pillow beside hers as he supported himself with his elbows to keep from crushing her with his weight as he tried to remember how his muscles worked.
After a moment, he wrapped both arms around her and rolled to his back, taking her with him as her teeth were still buried in his shoulder, though not clamping down or hurting any more.
She lay limp on him, and he could think of nothing he wanted more in that moment.