Chapter Nine
The thought of us, with all my claws and his teeth, had me crawling on his lap and fusing my lips to his. I was burning hot as hell for this man by just the thought of what he could do. I wanted that, right now. His hands gripped my hips, bringing me down onto his growing erection. A growl came up his throat at the contact.
That growl. Oh, I knew it. I ground against him, trying to relieve the ache my thoughts of him had created. My tongue plundered his mouth, feeling and touching every part of him. This kiss was nothing like the sweet “make love” type of kiss from before; this kiss was our inner animals fighting for dominance. My back arched into him. His fingers dug into my thighs as he started moving me back and forth over his cock.
“I knew you’d growl,” I confessed against his lips. I waited for another one. A growl that said he liked that I liked it, but instead I got something even better. His hand wrapped around me and flipped us on the couch. Sandwiched between the couch and his body, I was purring like a kitten. My fingers gripped his large biceps and dug in. His hips moved forward with hard pressure. I cried out. Our mouths devoured each other’s and our body moved in sync, both of us spiraling towards the ultimate pleasure. I nipped at his bottom lip, spurring him to be even more aggressive.
Lord, I’d never had it rough, and now I didn’t know if I would ever be able to go back to boring old “normal” sexual encounters. This thing between us was an undeniable attraction that made every touch colossal. His large hand moved around my waist and grasped my breast. His hand was so large on my B-cups that I felt a little pang of insecurity pop into my head. I squashed it down. If he wasn’t into them, he wouldn’t be paying so much attention to them. Squeezing, pinching my nipples through my bra.
I felt myself heading toward a fan-fucking-tastic orgasm.
“Jake!” I moaned and arched my back, needing to connect with him as much as I could. His body completely covered mine and his cock was creating hard but glorious friction between us. His mouth moved from my lips to my cheek, then my neck, and that brought me ten times closer.
“Jake, come in Jake.” Somewhere in the house someone was calling through a walkie or something. No, NO!
“Please,” I begged. He couldn’t leave me like this, not when I was so close. I’d kill him! I’d feed him to his animals for a late night snack!
“Scream for me, sweetheart.” He moved with such force that he buried me deep into the couch. His kisses on my neck grew more intense. I savored it. I was almost there.
Almost.
Right.
There.
Then he bit my neck andgrowled.
I exploded. Fucking hell, it was like a magic orgasm button on me. I screamed out, riding the pure, mind-bending waves of pleasure.
I collapsed against the couch, and his body was crushing me, but I didn’t care. I liked it, actually.
“Perfection, sweetheart,” he purred against me.
“Jake, come in Jake,” the voice called again.
“Is it always like this?” I voiced.
“Yeah, this isn’t a nine-to-five job; issues can arise at any time.” He sat up and pulled my limp body up with him.
“Ok, well, have fun.” I didn’t know what else to say. I wasn’t mad or anything. He looked at me, trying to figure out if I was upset or emotional that he had to leave. I guess for some women they wouldn’t like that, but I was fiercely independent. Stuff like that wouldn’t bother me unless I was just about to blow my load, so to speak.
“Really, this type of stuff doesn’t bother me. Just don’t leave me aching. Deal?” I thought it was a pretty good deal. He went on with his life as usual, and I got orgasms. This one-week bet was sounding better and better.
“Pure perfection, sweetheart.” He leaned in to kiss me softly before untangling us and standing. His erection looked almost painful behind his jeans.
“I can take care of that for you. Remember, I’m a pro?” My fingers inched towards it.
“Rain check. Gotta work.” He winked and strolled away towards the walkie. I heard him talking into it somewhere as I just relaxed back onto the couch and enjoyed my post-over-clothes-coital bliss.
I went to bed a few hours later. Jake still hadn’t returned and honestly, that sucked for him. I wasn’t lying when I said I was a bed hog. I knew that whenever he tried to get into bed he would be fighting off my star-fished body, which would be no easy feat.
A loud alarm woke me up from a nice dream.
“Rayne, I swear to God I’m going to break that alarm.” I tried to roll over but couldn’t. I was stuck. Panic arose in me and I woke up fully. I wiggled but nothing happened.
“Stop wiggling that ass against me, sweetheart.” And I stopped moving. My eyes opened and I turned around to see a very cute, but very sleepy Jake.
I looked on the other side of the bed towards the alarm clock.
