I hurriedly obey, and the instant the leggings are in place, he yanks me backward onto his lap. Fully onto him, this time. My back to his front, my ass firmly seated on his crotch—and I can feel the evidence that he really is capable of following through with that threat.
"Having you on my lap is fucking torture," he breathes in my ear. "Do you have any clue how badly I need you?”
I shake my head. "No, I don't."
"That ass," he murmurs. “The things I want to do to it?"
"Jakob," I whisper, an admonishment. “Not here."
"I won't do anything here," he answers. "But I'll tell you what Iwantto do." A pause. "What I'mgoingto do the second we're alone."
I can't breathe. Terra has gone back to Saxon, Sophia to Lorenzo. We're alone back here. No one is looking anymore.
I don't want him to tell me what he wants to do. Not because I don't want to hear it, though. Because Ido—so badly. I want to hear more than that. I want him to do all of it. Now. Here. In front of everyone.
Not really.
But my arousal is an inferno inside me—feeling his erection against my buttocks has set me off. Hearing that snarl in his voice. His hands on my hips.
Oh god.
I need him.
"What, Jakob?" I breathe. "What are you going to do?"
He grinds his erection against me. "Put you on your hands and knees," he huffs in my ear, voice a silky soft whisper, midnight dark and shivering with erotic promise. Or threat. Either works. "Spank this big beautiful ass until it's pink all over." His voice drops yet further until I have to strain to hear him, even with his lips against my ear. "Yes, I said big. I fuckingloveyour ass, Brys. You are not allowed to doanythingto make it smaller or change it in any way. Do you understand me? This ass is mine. It's big and beautiful and perfect—andmine. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Jakob," I breathe.
He means it.
Invisible shackles loosen. Open. Fall away.
"Good." He nips my earlobe. Nuzzles the side of my throat. "Once I've properly spanked you, do you know what I'm going to do?"
"N-no?"
"Fuck you from behind." He pushes against me, and the thick ridge of his erection nestles against my backside; I have to open my eyes and look around to remind myself that we're not alone, or I'd have him inside me within ten seconds. "And when I say fuck you, Brys, I meanfuck. Hard. Fuck you so hard your ass will shake until it hurts. And while I'm fucking you, I'm going to put a finger inside your tight little asshole."
"Jesus, Jakob!"
"Has anyone had you there?" he asks.
I shake my head, feeling faint. "N-no. No. No one. Never. Nothing. Never been touched back there."
"Then I'll be careful and gentle. I'll fuck you hard and finger you gently." His voice is…oh god. It makes me drip. "Do you want that, Brys?"
“Yeah," I huff. "So bad."
"Yeah?" he demands. “Is that it? That's all you have to say?Yeah?"
"Yes, Jakob."
"Better."
His erection is nestled between my butt cheeks. I can't stop myself from grinding on him, dragging my ass against him, feeling him slide against me. Imagining him inside me.
God, that cock…I fucking want it. I want him. I need him.
