How he has taken charge of me. My bottom still smarts from his dominance, and that ache feels all the sweeter as he gives me the opposite experience now.
Pleasure after pain.
“Oh, my goodness,” I whimper, my head tossing on the couch.
Something is building inside of me. An inferno. A storm.
I don’t know.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, angel,” Jason says in a gravelly voice, his lips still pressed in deeply to my flesh. “This here is virgin cunt.”
“Uh-huh.”
“My God.” He groans into a reverent kiss of my core, twisting his mouth sideways and feeding his tongue into my opening. Kissing me the ways actors kiss each other in the movies. Only I canfeelthis. The coil of tension inside me. The rake of tongue over sensitive nerves, sending a pealing ring of urgency through my entire body. Arching my back.
“Please,” I manage, no idea what I’m asking for.
“Don’t worry, angel, I’m going to eat until you’re good and limp.” He exhales roughly while raking his open mouth over my mound, rubbing his stiff lips in my wetness. “I’m damning myself to a lifetime of never being satisfied with anything else, but so fucking be it. If this isn’t the slickest little pussy on God’s green earth…”
“Oh. Oh!”
“Bet you’re so tight, I’d have to force my way in.” He bites my inner thigh, his knuckle twisting against my breach, over and over, until it starts to feel good. So good. I want it deeper! “You think that spanking hurt? You didn’t even scream. Not the way you’d carry on if I popped that horny co-ed cherry.”
He’s talking about sex.
He’s talking about having sexwith me.
And he’s telling me in no uncertain terms that it would hurt. But that only makes me want him inside of me more. There is something about pain being inflicted on me by a man who desires me sexually…that lights up a foreign, perhaps alarming section of my brain. I love the imagery it paints. I love the way pain for the sake of arousal makes my core flex until it hurts. How those stray fantasies make me feel limber and hot. Wanted. Needed.
I want him to give me pain, because that’s what I give him.
Frustrated, unfulfilled pain.
An ache in his pants that makes him mad.
“Take it out on me,” I murmur, delving my fingers into his hair. Lifting the apex of my thighs toward his mouth, rubbing myself on his stiff tongue until a tremor snares me. Twists me like taffy. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want to feel everything.”
“Stop,” he growls, lapping at me hungrily, his gaze glittering up at me. “Don’t let me find out what it’s like to fuck you, Shea. Don’t make me live knowing how good it is when I can’t have it any time I want.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, knowing I have him cornered. “Just this once.”
“No,” he roars, coming up and over me.
Dropping his weight down on top of me with a shudder. From us both.
His erection is long and hard inside of his sweatpants, straining against my inner thigh. I’m crushed beneath his mighty frame, his breath pelting my mouth. Breath that tastes like me. Sweet. I don’t know if he’s going to stop. He probably will. But I’m determined to squeeze as much out of this experience as possible, so I tug his T-shirt up, moaning at the feel of his hot skin on mine. His inked pecs flattening my breasts. The flex of his hard abs against my shuddering tummy.
Jason moans and rolls his hips, humping me rough but slow.
And his mouth finds mine for the first time—and that’s when there’s no going back.
There is no earthly term for the implosion of passion between us, his older mouth slanting over my young one, my body held captive between him and the couch. I open my thighs for his hips and they go aggressively, both of us shoving down the waistband of his sweats, his mouth never ceasing in its conquering of mine, his tongue shattering me one stroke at a time, his punctuated grunts of pure hunger entering my veins like heroin.
“Don’t let me do this,” he growls between our next impassioned kiss. “Christ almighty. You’re probably not even on birth control.”
“No, I’m not. I haven’t needed it,” I purr, circling my hips beneath his. Looking up at him from under my lashes. “I’ve never let a man touch me until tonight. I wanted to stay sweet for you, sir.”
“Oh fuck.”
