She didn’t move once he released her, and he took that as permission to continue.
He brought his hand down again and again on her pinkened cheeks, then began working his way toward the crease of her thighs.
He needed to see…
“Are you wet for me, Jett?” he asked, almost not recognizing his own voice for how smokily it emerged.
“Find out,” she urged raspily, and without him asking, she spread her legs.
It was Trask’s turn to nearly moan as he slowly dragged his fingers across her flaming skin, causing her to grunt before he dipped them into…
Paradise.
Freaking paradise.
Jett wasn’t just wet. She was soaked. Her slickness covering his digits as he delved eagerly between her nether-lips.
He couldn’t help himself. Trask slid the tips of his fingers up and down Jett’s silk, eventually coming to rest on her distended clit, which he pinched.
She let out a scream.
“Yes! There. Please,” she almost sobbed.
Trask knew he was in way over his head, but he was lost. He couldn’t pull back. His excitement matched hers, and he was going for it, consequences be damned.
Reluctantly removing his fingers from the heaven he’d found, he grasped onto Jett’s waist and proceeded to slide her body around his until she lay, face-first on the bed.
Quickly, before the disappointment coming out of her mouth could ramp up, he moved in behind her on his knees, lifted her hips into the air, and thrust his tongue into her honey.
They both groaned.
This wasn’t at all what Trask had planned, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.
All of a sudden, this was about maximizing Jett’s pleasure. And he knew exactly how to do it.
Pushing his tongue up inside her, he reached forward and found her clit, grasping the small, sensitive button between his thumb and forefinger to give it a prolonged squeeze again.
“Harder,” Jett gasped.
He complied, and…
Hell.
Trask was in such trouble.
Jett obviously enjoyed her sex-play rough.
Which was just the way Trask liked delivering it.
CHAPTER 15
When hadthings turned from punishment to pleasure?
Jett wasn’t exactly sure, but she was eating it up.
She’d always liked aggressive bed-play, and had rarely found someone who’d deliver with the level of enthusiasm she needed, but Trask didn’t need any direction or prompting, even though she hadn’t been able to hold back her vocalizations. It seemed all he required was a modicum of verbal encouragement.
Yikes.He was already pushing all her buttons, and then some.
