Page 81 of Ruling the Green

I slid my hand around him, marveling at the velvety softness of his skin but the hardness beneath.

“Stroke me,” he demanded, closing his hand over mine, “like this.”

A low groan escaped him as I moved my hand up and down his length, the pressure in my core building.

A third finger slid inside me, the pinch making me jolt. “Just relax,” Jet murmured. “It will feel good.”

Within a breath, he was right—the stretch had eased and a comfortable fullness remained, the sensation driving me closer and closer to those waves of pleasure I knew would come.

But before I could get there, Jet rolled, his body coming half over mine, his hard length pressing against my hip as he fucked me harder with his fingers.

“Do you want me here?” he asked, thrusting harder once, making a surprised moan escape me.

I didn’t even need to debate it.

“Yes.”

“Then you need to be ready for me,” he told me.

“I don’t understand,” I admitted as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the deep V in the front of the shirt I was wearing.

“The first time or two can hurt if you’re not ready. I’m trying to make you ready.”

“Ready how?” I asked.

His head lifted and I felt a slight pinch again as he spread his fingers inside me.

“Like this,” he explained. Then, “My cock is a lot thicker than my fingers.”

I’d noticed.

And for reasons I didn’t understand, that had my walls clenching again, something that made a small smile tug at Jet’s lips.

“You like the thought of me stretching you, don’t you?” he asked as his fingers explored me with the occasional pressure or pinch that quickly eased. “I like the idea of getting to be the only one to do it,” he admitted as his fingers dove a little deeper. “But I need you to come for me first.”

That wasn’t exactly a problem, even if some part of me was unable to think of anything but how he might feel inside me, moving in me.

“Why?”

“Because you will loosen up just a little more. And then I can fuck you.” There was another little clench, dragging a chuckle out of him. “You like that thought, don’t you? Let’s get you there a little faster.”

His hand pressed in, his heel against my cleft, engaging that sweet spot at the apex, driving me up faster and faster until there was that familiar tightening and release, a strangled moan escaping me.

“There you go,” Jet murmured, stroking me through it, somehow managing to start driving me up even as I came back down. “You tell me when you want me,” he said, his voice rough, the sound scraping over me in a way that brought out goosebumps.

“Now,” I said, reaching for his hips.

Jet sucked in a breath and slid over me, resting between my spread thighs.

But if I expected him to be impatient, I was disappointed as his weight shifted to spread open my shirt. Then I felt him lean down to tease his tongue around my nipple, then suck it into his mouth, making me arch into the sensation as heat and need pooled.

He took his time, moving from one side to the other before kissing up my neck, making little shivers course across my skin.

My breath caught as his face hovered over mine.

Then he lowered, and his lips pressed to mine—slow and sure, drawing me into the new sensation.

I whimpered against his lips as my arms wound around him, pulling his body flush to mine.