"You arenotreal," he murmured to the valley between my breasts.
"Neither are you." The harsh rhythm of the headboard knocking into the wall matched the pulse in my core, and every time he drove into me, my eyelids drifted shut because I couldn't feel that much and keep my eyes open at the same time. I couldn't. "Your cock is splitting me in two."
"Is that a good thing?"
"So good." I flattened my hand over my mouth to keep from letting out a rude, lusty groan.
I could be extremely rude and lusty in these situations. Not always but there had been times of remarkably rude and lusty behavior. There were no limits when I chased that first orgasm. It was like I doubted I'd get there unless I put everything on the table. I'd say anything, any depraved thing. I'd beg them to fuck my ass, to come on my tits, to let me sit on their face. Once I got there, I calmed down, gained some confidence. Some relief. It was like my body remembered how to do this and I didn't have to put so much energy into it even though the second one was harder to reach.
But I never reached the second because I remembered myself. I wasn't desperate anymore so I could think. I could replay those words in my head and then welcome in the awkwardness, the mortification. The shame.
There was never a second. Not with another person. When I was alone, I could hit the second, the third, the fourth. Sometimes more if the toys were playing right and the inspiration was strong.
So, I kept that hand over my mouth. Kept those crazy words in. Kept the shame and embarrassment at bay.
"You feel fucking amazing," he ground out. "I swear to god, you're better than any cock ring in the world."
He pumped in and then all the way out, and with one deft flick of his wrist, I was flipped onto my belly. He tucked my ass up against his thighs, the hair on his legs lightly abrading my backside as I went on rolling my hips toward anything hard and hot. I heard his hand connecting with my ass before I felt it, nothing more than a loose slap, nothing like the type of punishment spanking that made my skin crawl.
It was exactly what I needed.
His rough touch did something to me that was very, very right.
I turned my head to the side and sucked in a breath as I watched him line up against my opening. I reached for the blanket beneath me, fisted my hands in the fabric. I needed something to hold on to. Something to shove into my mouth to muffle the overzealous things I was bound to say.
When he pushed inside me this time, I knew it was almost over. I couldn't stop the chorus ofmore, now, my god, Linden, yes, yes, yes. Even when I turned my face to the bed and closed my teeth around the blankets, I couldn't stop.
One hand on my hip and the other twisted around my hair, Linden fucked me without apology. Without sense. He shoved into me with that arrogant, possessive attitude of his, like he was fucking me for the same ancient reason anyone ever fucked—to claim and mark and keep. There was pleasure to be had, of course, but he moved in me like he was doing a job he was made for. Like he wouldn't stop until he'd fulfilled his obligations.
For once in my life, I really liked being the subject of obligation.
Since this position hit all the right spots for me, the wave of spasms through my body came in fast and had me panting out an unintelligible series offuck yes now. There were shooting stars behind my eyes, and a glorious unraveling in my core, and despite Linden's relentless hold on my body, my knees went out from under me.
"Are you okay?" He didn't stop hammering into me. He went right on working every sated, tender ounce of me while I lay flat on the bed like a well-fucked pancake.
"I told you I was coming five different ways," I mumbled against the blanket. "Perhaps you heard that?"
With one arm, he scooped me up like a rag doll, settled my ass in his lap. "Nah, we're not done. We can do better than that one."
I glanced over my shoulder because surely I had misheard. "What?"
He smirked at me, asking, "Am I wrong to think you can get there more than once?"
Oh. Okay, then. "You're not wrong."
"Do you need a break or can you keep going?"
I met his eyes and the dark focus there.Oh my god.Hewantedme rude and lusty. He wanted to work for the second, the third, all of them. My core gave a violent clench of delight. "I can keep going."
He entered me again and wrapped his arms around my torso, his beard brushing the back of my shoulder as he dragged his teeth along my neck. This wolf of mine. "That's right," he rumbled. "Show me what you need, baby. Show me how to get you there."
I didn't know what to do right now. Even if he wanted the rude and lusty version of me, I didn't know if I could do that. But now here we were, a hand splayed low over my belly and his cock owning me with every long, dragging thrust, and a simple request hanging in the air between us.
"Is your cock always this fat?"
Even saying that had the stirrings of a fresh orgasm building in my center. It was like a gateway opened to all the things I needed and now that I'd stepped through it, I could have them.
"Just for you, Jasper," he panted as he held me tight to his chest.
