She wanted his kiss. Of that Trask was certain.
And oh,he was so tempted to oblige. But if he did that, she’d quickly gain the upper hand. Trask had already learned that he was putty in her arms, and brainless once their mouths meshed, so that was off the table.
His hands moved up to her waist, and without warning, he lifted her up, spun himself to sit on the mattress, where he proceeded to muscle her body down and over his knees.
The t-shirt still covered her interesting bits, but only barely.
Jett shrieked, clearly shocked and affronted.
“Wha…? How dare you?”
Trask chuckled.
It was a damned good thing he knew his parents couldn’t hear what was going on up here. Years of fighting with his brothers had told him that no matter the level of noise, it wouldn’t carry to their room, which was a good thing. He had a feeling Jett was about to be very vocal.
When he didn’t answer, she began fighting him in earnest. “Touch me, and I swear you’ll be sorry,” she hissed, her fingernails finding and digging into his thighs.
Trask quickly gathered both her wrists into one of his hands and trapped them at the small of her back.
“Stop wiggling and I promise I’ll make this fast,” he lied.
There was nothing about this that he wasn’t going to take his time to enjoy. His cock had already gotten the message that he was about to lay hands on his lovely captive’s bare posterior, and the randy member burgeoned underneath her squirming belly.
“You are going to be so sorry for this,” she snarled, bucking without results.
Trask chuckled, then outright laughed. “Not before you are.”
“Wha…? She momentarily stilled. “Did you just…laugh at me?” Jett spluttered incredulously. “Youasshole. All I got from you after trying to drag some cheer out of your grumpy ass all day, were grunts and scowls. And now that you think you have the upper hand, you freaking laugh?”
“Wait. Now that IthinkI have the upper hand?” he roared hilariously. This was turning out to be far too much fun.
“Just wait,” she warned, squirming some more. “Just wait!” she repeated loudly with a growl.
Trask swiped away the amusement-induced tears that threatened at the corner of one eye, then sighed heartily.
“Calm down, and this will be over before you know it,” he told her again.
“Screw you,” she heaved back.
“No thank you. But I will tell you you’re just making things harder on yourself.”
Slowly, inch by inch, he used his free hand to raise the hem of her shirt as his pulse ticked up.
The crease beneath her buttocks was revealed.
Lovely.
An absolutelyspectaculardelineation.
Trask, hardly ever impatient, suddenly couldn’t wait to see the rest.
He swept the material up to her waist in one flick of his hand, and…
Oh, Lord.He was so screwed.
Her ass was a thing of beauty. Taut, high, smooth as cream, and just begging to be reddened.
She stopped wriggling, and time stood still.
