by Snow, Jenika
He didn’t say anything after that, the dark look in his eyes speaking louder than if he’d shouted at me.
I thought about being bold, being brave and just telling him how I felt, maybe even reaching out and placing my hand on his wide, muscular chest. But I was a coward, and feared the repercussions of what my acts might do.
I feared his rejection.
“How long will he be gone?” I heard my voice shake, felt the tremble in my entire body.
“A long time.” He didn't say anything after that, just lifted his beer and took another long drink as he stared at me. “I’ll stay here until he gets back.”
God, he was so big, so masculine. If I pressed my body to his right now my head would rest right at the center of his chest. He made me feel so feminine and I never even touched him.
And that's what I really wanted to do right now ... touch him.
3
Jessa
The next day
The sound of my cell phone going off had me opening my eyes and staring at it as it vibrated and skidded across my nightstand. I reached for it and saw my dad's number flash across the screen.
“Hello?” I said, my voice scratchy from sleep.
I hadn't done anything last night concerning Rye. I'd been too afraid of how he'd react if I showed him what I wanted ... told him I desired him. So instead I'd gone to my room, shut the door, and lay in bed for the next three hours just listening to my heart thunder behind my ribs.
“Hey, sweetheart. I have to leave town for the night. I won't be home until tomorrow evening. I wanted to let you know before I go.”
For my father being such a dangerous badass, he took good care of me, making sure to let me know what was going on. It was because of those qualities that it was easy for me to overlook what he did for a living.
Once the call was disconnected I lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling for long seconds. I had a full day of classes, but it was hard to focus on anything but Rye. He invaded my senses, my very thoughts.
Having him so close last night, his focus trained right on me and the possessiveness and need coming off of him in waves, had made me wish I was braver.
I wished I’d told him how I felt, what I wanted. I wished I would've cleared the table off and let him take me right then and there. Just thinking about it now had my nipples becoming hard little rocks, and my pussy getting wetter.
I was tempted to touch myself, to go over the edge as I thought about him, imagined his hands on my inner thighs, his mouth right between my legs as he licked and sucked at my pussy.
A shiver worked its way through me and I started breathing harder and faster.
But I wouldn't resort to doing that, simply because it would make matters worse. It would make my need escalate. And I knew this because I'd done it before, and suffered the intense arousal that had simmered afterward.
I could control myself, at least for the time being.
* * *
Rye
Later that night
I pulled my SUV to a stop in front of Kash's house. He’d asked me to swing by and check on Jessa since he had to head out of town for the gun trade.
I curled my hands hard on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under my powerful grip. I was worked up knowing she was inside the house.
I'd just been here last night, and although I'd been decent and hadn't touched Jessa, or made my desire known, my arousal had slowly been building. I wanted her like a fiend, wanted to grab her thighs and spread them open, wanted to place my mouth on her pretty cunt and run my tongue up her slit.
I cut the engine and got out of the vehicle. I could've just called her, or left the car running as I went to the front door and made sure she was okay. But I was a dirty bastard and wanted to see her, wanted to take in the sweet scent of her.
I might've overreacted when her little guy friend was at the house yesterday. But seeing him close to her, wondering if she was with him, if he touched her, kissed her, made this jealous rage fill me. He was a small guy compared to me, not even a threat in all reality, but just thinking about him with Jessa made me pissed.
I brought my knuckles down on the front door, and only a minute later she opened it. I could see the surprise on her face that I was here. I tried to keep my cool, my composure. But all I could do was stare at her.
She wore an oversized shirt, one part hanging over her shoulder and exposing her golden skin and delicate collarbone. And the shorts she wore, if she even had any on, had to be short as hell because they didn’t even go below the hem of the shirt.
“Rye.” She said my name and licked her lips.
My cock jerked like a hungry fucker for her.
“What are you doing here?”
I looked over her head to see if I could spot any little assholes that were here with her. “Your father asked me to come by and check on you since he's gone for the night.” I brought my attention back to her face and looked her right in the eyes.
We stood there for several seconds, neither saying anything, but I kept my focus trained right on her. I found myself looking down at her chest, her breasts slightly swelling under the shirt, her nipples hard. Fuck, she was obviously not wearing a bra.
And then she moved to the side, as if silently asking if I wanted to come in. I didn't move, though.
She cleared her throat and looked at the ground and finally did speak. “Would you like to come in for a little bit?”
I should've said no, should've been stronger and turned around and went back to my vehicle. She was safe and fine at the house, and I had no business going inside. But because I was a weak fucking asshole who was hard-up for this woman—and only this one—I found myself stepping inside.
The door shut behind me with a soft click, and a second later she was moving around until she was right in front of me.
“You know, I am an adult and really don't need anybody checking up on me.”
She was looking me right in my eyes, her voice soft, slightly trembling. I could tell my presence made her nervous, and I'd be lying if I didn’t admit it turned me on more.
Truth was, I probably didn't need to check on her for safety reasons. Kash's house was wired up like it was the damn Pentagon. Cameras and alarms, all the bells and whistles, surrounded the outside of the house and would ensure that nobody even stepped foot on the property without him knowing.
“I know. But your old man is paranoid when it comes to your safety.”
She nodded, then glanced at the ground, as if she was too nervous to continue looking at me.
I was about to tell her I was heading out, because if I stayed I knew I might do something that would be crossing the line. Before the words came out she was looking at me again, her eyes wide, her mouth partly open.
Her lips were red and I wanted to lean down and run my tongue along the swells of them. I wanted to suck the bottom lip into my mouth, lightly biting it, hearing her moan for more. I imagined her on her knees in front of me, her mouth parted even wider as she guided my huge cock into her mouth.
I couldn't help the images that slammed into my head of her cheeks hollowing in and out, her head bobbing up and down as she took all of my length to the back of her throat.
“Do you want to stay and visit for a little while?”
God, her voice did things to my body, made me think of doing filthy fucking acts with her.
I nodded instead of saying anything verbally because I didn't trust my voice in that moment. She led us into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab two beers. She looked a little hesitant as she handed me one and kept the other for herself. Did she think I'd scold her for underage drinking? I sold guns illegally, for fuck sake. What was her drinking one beer going to hurt?
She sat down at the table but I stayed standing and leaned against the kitchen counter. I was already having a hard time keeping myself in check, appearing like I had everything under control. In reality my body was on fire, my heart thundered, and all I wanted to do w
as pull her in close and feel her body against mine.
She wasn't looking at me as she popped the cap of her beer and brought the bottle to her mouth to take a long drink. I felt myself get hard, felt my cock become stiff and painful as I watched her mouth curve around the tip of the bottle.
And it was only when she glanced at me, her eyes wide, her cheeks pink that I realized I'd groaned out loud.
Everything in me became tighter and I felt the air shift, going from warm to scorching hot. Beads of sweat covered my chest and back, and the longer she stared at me, the longer I wanted to say fuck it and take her in my arms.
As the seconds moved by it became harder for me to breathe. I knew I wasn't going be able to get out of here without touching her. This was wrong on so many levels, and I should've been stronger and stayed away. But I had wanted Jessa for the last year. No other woman compared to her, no other female even interested me.
It had been years since I'd been with a woman sexually because I wanted to focus on working. But over the last year I hadn't been with any females because all I wanted was Jessa.
And then, as if I couldn't control myself any longer, as if my instinct was taking over, I set my beer on the counter and went to her. I took the bottle out of her hand and put it on the table and then lifted her up so she stood right in front of me. She was breathing harder, faster, and her pupils were fully dilated as she stared at me.
“Rye.” She said my name so softly it was almost inaudible.
I stared at her mouth, desperately wanting to claim it, mark her so she knew she was mine.
“Kiss me,” she said softly and I groaned like a wild animal. I cupped the back of her head and slammed my mouth on hers, sweeping my tongue between her parted lips and moving it along hers.
She made this sweet and sexual sound for me, and my cock jerked violently in my pants. I placed my other hand at the small of her back and pulled her impossibly closer to me.
Her breasts were pressed to the center of my chest, and I felt her hard nipples through the material of our clothes. I knew she could feel how hard my dick was as it dug into her belly. I was being a dirty bastard as I ground myself against her and continued to mouth-fuck her.
I pulled back, surprised I even had the willpower to do that. I looked at her face and saw the drugged-like expression she wore. “Tell me to stop and I will. Although it will be the hardest fucking thing I've ever done in my life.”
She was silent for several seconds and I heard the thunder of my heart in my ears.
“No, I don't want to stop.”
Thank fuck. Because in all honesty I didn't think I'd be able to.
4
Jessa
“The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous.” Rye’s voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along my body.
I shivered, wanting more of it, needing his hands on me, wanting him to take me like I knew he wanted to.
“I’m not looking at you any way,” I said, a lie, knowing exactly the way I watched him: like a woman who needed to be fucked. I knew I was playing with fire, tempting a beast, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to stop this.
My breath stalled.
“You’re looking at me like you want me to devour every inch of you.”
God, I do.
“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
Yes.
I might be a virgin, but I sure as hell knew what I wanted, and how I wanted Rye to take me.
My heart pounded so hard that I felt like it would burst right through my chest. And when he looked down at my mouth and I licked my lips, the sound he made had me becoming wetter.
My mouth tingled, warmed for another taste of him.
He was so masculine and raw. I wasn’t going to deny myself what I’d wanted for so long. Rye made this gruff sound and pulled me forward even harder. He had his hand on my nape now.
“Once we do this, there’s no going back.” He looked me right in the eyes. “You’ll be mine no matter what.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Christ, baby. I’m going to hell for being with you,” he growled out, and then slammed his mouth on mine once more.
He pulled back far too soon, and I sucked in a gasp of air. My lips tingled and felt swollen.
“I’m so ready for you, for this,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Tell me how much you fucking want this, baby girl.” He cupped each side of my face and breathed hard against my mouth.
His breath brushed along my lips, and a small sound left me. I felt helpless with this man, but only in the best of ways.
I wanted to feel him slide his cock deep inside of me, claim my cherry, take it as his. There was no doubt in my mind he’d be huge, his shaft tunneling through me, stretching me, making the pain and pleasure morph into one.
God, I’m so wet for him.
“I want you,” I said on a breath.
And then he leaned in and kissed me. “You deserve sweet and gentle, not a dirty fucking bastard like me.”
“I want you,” I said, meaning every word.
A dark look of possession covered his face, and it was directed right at me. He slid his hand over my thigh, along my hip, and up my side to rest right by my breast.
God, yes. I need more.
“Tell me you’ll only ever be mine.”
“I’m only yours,” I said without hesitation. It was the truth and always would be.
He growled low, this animal that was untamed.
He slid his hand over my breast, and the pressure had me teetering on the edge of orgasm already. When he covered the mound a moan spilled from me involuntarily. He curled his hand around my sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled me and mixed with the pleasure.
“God, yes,” I whispered, not able to hold the words in. I let my head fall back slightly, closed my eyes, and then I felt his mouth on my exposed throat. He licked and sucked at my flesh, drawing goosebumps along my skin, making me writhe for him.
Curling my hands around his wide, muscular shoulders, I dug my nails into his flesh, wanting him closer, needing him like I needed to breathe.
I would not stop this, not until there was nothing left of me and I was a panting mess beneath Rye.
* * *
Rye
Fuck. This is happening and I’m not going to do anything to stop it.
Jessa tasted sweeter than anything I’d ever had, than anything I could ever imagine. She had her neck arched, her lids at half-mast, and looked at me like she was dying for another taste.
I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, over and over again. I couldn’t get enough, didn’t want to ever fucking stop. I wanted to memorize her body, have the flavor of her flesh on my tongue.
Her breasts were pressed against my chest now, her nipples rock hard. I wanted to take those little tips in my mouth and suck on them until the blood rushed to the surface.
My cock jerked against the zipper of my jeans, and I knew I could have come right then if I kept this up. I’d spew my seed all over the front of my fucking jeans before I was even inside of her.
“I’m so hard for you right now.” I ground myself against her belly, showing her. I started kissing her again, harder this time. I ran my tongue along her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth.
She started breathing harder against my mouth, her need evident.
“I want to leave my mark on you, want you filled with my cum. I want to pull back and see it slipping from your pussy.” Fuck, saying these things wasn’t helping my current situation. “I want to spread your legs and look at the pretty cunt that is all mine.”
She made the sweetest sound for me.
I didn’t want to talk anymore. All I wanted was us naked and on a bed with me between her thighs.
I fucked her between her lips with my tongue, the same motions I’d be doing between her legs. A gasp left her, and I swal
lowed it. Kissing her harder, I didn’t give her time to even think.
I slipped my hand under the hem of her shirt and tore the material up and over her head, tossing it aside like it meant nothing. “Take the bra off.”
She did what I said right away, and my mouth watered when I saw her tits revealed, the nipples hard and pink. Without thinking about anything else, I moved us over to the couch.
I was going to make her come before I was even in her, and then I’d fuck her until she knew she was mine.
5
Rye
I wanted her spread out for me, wanted to feast on her like the starving man I was for her. I should have taken her to the bedroom, loved her good and fucking proper. I wanted that intimacy with her, wanted to show her that to me she was it.
But I was too impatient for that.
So instead I moved forward so she was forced to take a step back. I looked over her head to make sure the blinds were closed, knowing that this was a dirty fucking thing I was doing, but to hell with all of that.
I was going to eat her pretty pussy out right here on the table, and then I’d have her come all over my face. After that I’d take her to her room and fuck her good and raw, show her that she was mine in all ways.
When the table stopped her I looked at her face and silently told her to get on it. She obeyed me so damn well. I took a step back and just looked at her, wanting her like this fucking fiend who couldn’t control himself.
“I should be honest with you,” she said, and I knew what she’d say already. “I’m a virgin,” she whispered.
I was so weak when it came to her. “I know,” I said, already understanding that she was innocent in all ways. “And I’m going to pop your cherry, take your virginity for myself, and show you no other man will have you from this point on.” I’d have to be gentle, even though all I wanted was to have her screaming out my name as I fucked her tight little cunt good and hard. I wanted to fill her with my cum, make her take it all, watch it slip out of her pussy when I pulled out.