by Lacey Black
He rocks his hips and bites my collarbone. “Why can’t I stay away from you?” he mutters, almost to himself rather than to me.
“Why do you want to?” I murmur back, as he takes my wrists in his big hand and holds them against the door above my head.
His eyes lock on mine. They’re blazing with a darkness I’ve never witnessed before. They’re animalistic and raw, like I’m the prey and he’s the wild animal ready to pounce. This is a new side I’ve never experienced before, but I’m not afraid of it. If anything, I anxiously welcome it.
When he doesn’t move, I find myself pleading, “Please,” squeezing my legs tightly around his waist.
He seems completely torn. Desire and confliction collide, radiating from those dark orbs. “This is a bad idea.”
“Why? It feels like a really good one to me,” I state bluntly, rocking my hips up and grinding against his cock.
He takes a deep breath, releases my wrists and cradles my jaw in his warm hand. “Because you deserve more than a quick fuck against a damn door, and that’s all I can give you.”
My heart is racing in my chest. “Who are you to decide what I want or need?”
Jasper sighs, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against mine. “I’m not the hearts and flowers kinda guy, sweets.” His words almost seem remorseful.
“Good thing I hate flowers then, huh?” The corners of my lips turn upward, but I can still see the battle he’s waging with himself. Reaching up, I place both palms on his cheeks, not missing the way his eyes widen at my touch. “Jasper, I’m here right now because I want to be. I don’t care about tomorrow, if I’m being honest, because it’s been a really long time since I’ve had anyone look at me like you are.”
His voice is hoarse and hushed as he asks, “How am I looking at you?”
“Like I’m a desirable woman.” The words rush out in a heap, the confession sensitive and real.
“What are you talking about? You’re the most desirable woman I’ve ever known,” he murmurs, confusion flashing across his face.
Feeling bolder than ever before, I press my chest firmly against his and demand, “Then prove it. I’m not asking for tomorrow. I’m asking for right now. Please, Jasper.”
I watch as all control flies right out the proverbial window. “You want me to prove how much I want you?” He flexes his hips, driving his erection against my clit. “You feel that, sweets?”
A moan of pleasure spills from my lips. “Yes,” I gasp.
“That’s what you do to me.” His hand grips my ass, kneading the soft flesh and rolling my body against his. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He bites my jaw. “About fucking you.” He runs his tongue over the rapidly beating pulse in my throat. “All I want is to rip these cute as fuck Christmas jammies off your sexy body and bury myself so deeply inside you, you’ll feel me for days.”
My eyes roll back in my head.
Then, we’re moving. With his big hands gripping my ass, he walks to the door, somehow gets it open while giving me a bruising kiss on my already-swollen lips, and marches across the hall to his bedroom. The door shuts with a bang, but neither of us seem to care. There’s only one sole focus for both of us, and that’s getting naked.
He lies me down on his bed, my body sinking into a plush mattress and luxurious bedding. Jasper comes down on top of me, his body still covered in sweat from his workout. It doesn’t bother me though. It’s not disgusting or a turn-off. If anything, it drives this desire further, pushes it closer to the edge of reason and recklessness.
“As much as I really love these pants, I think we should get rid of them,” he mumbles, his mouth tracing my collarbone.
“Yes, I agree,” I huff.
Jasper chuckles at my urgency, pulling himself onto his knees and reaching for my waistband. “Put your hands against my headboard.”
My eyebrows draw together in question, but it’s the wicked grin that spreads across his lips that has me reaching above my head. The headboard is solid wood with nothing to grab onto, so I place my hands against the cold, hard surface and hold my breath.
He slips his hands under the band of my pants and slowly pulls them toward him. I watch as his eyes drink in every square inch of exposed flesh. When the pants hit mid-hips and reveal the fact I’m not wearing panties, he makes a choking sound deep in his throat and closes his eyes. “You haven’t been wearing panties?”
I shrug a shoulder, even though he isn’t watching me. “I don’t like to sleep in them.”
When he opens his eyes, they’re locked on the apex of my legs and on every inch of bare skin he reveals. Finally, after what feels like the longest undressing ever, I’m left naked below the waist. “Fuck, you’re even more gorgeous than in my fantasies,” he states, his gaze meeting mine. “And I’ve been fantasizing...a lot.”
“What do you think about?” I ask as he drops to his elbows and positions himself between my legs.
“Eating your pussy.” His words are blunt—dirty—and make me even wetter. “Don’t move your hands. You hear me, sweets? You move those hands, and I stop.” He sticks out his tongue and swipes it through my folds. “Do you want me to stop?”
I gasp. “No, God, no, don’t stop.”
Jasper smirks.
And devours.
He licks and sucks on my swollen, wet flesh, setting my entire being on fire. I rock my hips, gyrating against his face, and seeking out more. Jasper adjusts his position, bringing his fingers into play. His index finger toys with my clit before slipping down and sliding into my pussy. Just as he pushes all the way inside, he sucks at my swollen clit, drawing it into his warm mouth.
“Oh my God!” I gape, pure pleasure coursing through me. I reach down and thread my fingers into his hair, needing to touch him.
As suddenly as the gratification started, it stops.
“What did I say?” His question is full of authority, and surprisingly, instead of turning me off, it does the opposite.
“I just wanted to touch you,” I argue, moving my hands back into place.
His eyes soften just a smidge, and the corner of his mouth ticks up. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll be balls-deep inside you in less than a second.”
“So?” I ask, holding my breath as he lowers his mouth. “I don’t think that sounds so bad at all.”
He chuckles, low and deep, against my clit, the sound vibrating through my body. “I’m going to make you come on my face before I bury myself inside this sweet pussy.”
Jeezus, this man can dirty talk. He’s like the gold standard of saying all the naughty words and making me lose my damn mind.
But dirty talking isn’t the only amazing thing he can do with his mouth. In under a minute, he has me racing toward the finish, teetering on the edge of euphoria. Jasper presses two thick fingers into my body and sucks my clit between his lips. The combination causes me to erupt like a volcano, blinding white light bursting behind my eyelids. Wave after wave of release rushes through my veins as my hips continue to rock and ride out the pleasure.
When my orgasm finally ebbs, I feel boneless against the soft bedding. My eyes are closed, and I’m pretty sure I’m smiling. My first orgasm in nearly two years that wasn’t induced by myself, and I’d say it was pretty magnificent.
Speaking of magnificent, I feel Jasper moving and crack open my eyelids. His hard chest is on full display, no longer wet with perspiration. His face, however, glistens like the night sky. As if sensing where my thoughts are directed, he grins wickedly and crawls up my body, placing his lips against mine. “You can move your hands now.”
My arms tingle as they lower and wrap around his shoulders. The kiss turns ravenous quickly, as I hitch my legs up on his hips, spreading myself wide open for him. His tongue delves deep into my mouth, an action mimicking sex. At least it feels like it to me. He’s making love to my mouth.
Except Jasper doesn’t make love.
He fucks.
And rig
ht now, his sights are set on me.
Jasper rips his lips from mine and slowly gets off the bed, in long, fluid movements, like a cat. He toes off his shoes, ripping his socks off and tossing them aside. “I really should take a shower,” he starts, but holds up his hand when I start to shake my head. “But I don’t think I can wait to be inside you.” Then, he hooks his long fingers under the waistband of his shorts and yanks them down in one swoop.
His cock is glorious. Long, thick, and hard, with veins running down the sides that make my mouth water. He reaches for the drawer in the nightstand and pulls a condom from within. Honestly, my brain is so scrambled right now, I wasn’t even thinking about protection. Thank God he had the forethought to make sure we’re prepared.
Once he’s sheathed, he returns to the bed, crawling between my legs and sitting on his haunches. His eyes move to the apex of my legs, his tongue slipping out and licking his lips. When he glances back up at me, his eyes are molten.
A shiver sweeps through my body in anticipation.
He helps me remove my pajama top before he grabs my wrists once more and places them over my head. “Hands up here, sweets. Remember, if you move them, I stop.”
With my arms up, he takes his position, running the head of his cock through my wetness. When he presses forward, inch by glorious inch, there’s a tinge of pain as my body stretches to accommodate him. He takes slow, skilled strokes, each one pressing farther into my body, until he’s finally fully seated. It borders on painful, but there’s no way I want him to stop.
“Breathe, sweets,” he whispers against my ear. As he runs his tongue along the shell, I gasp, greedily. “There. That’s better.”
I feel myself relax a bit, allowing him to move a little more freely. Jasper pulls himself back until just the head remains before thrusting forward once more. He fills me so completely, so perfectly, with one fluid motion it steals more than just the air I breathe. It steals my sanity and all control.
“Jesus, Lyndee,” he groans, methodically pushing inside my body and doing a little grinding move, putting pressure against my swollen clit. “You’re so fucking tight.”
There’s something about his words and the naughtiness they contain, that causes my core to tighten once more. I’ve never experienced dirty talk like this. Most guys from my past never said a word during sex, except one who grunted a lot and would yell “Yeah, Mama” when he came. After the second time of mid-sex awkwardness, and the fact that my own orgasms came later (after he left), we broke up.
I keep my hands over my head and rock my hips in rhythm, keeping pace with Jasper. He adjusts his position, moving my legs to his shoulders. My ankles barely lock around his neck, but the angle…oh God, the angle is heaven. I swear I can feel him all the way back to my spine.
“You have to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he proclaims, holding my hips and thrusting into me. “I could watch your tits bounce all day, every day, and never get tired of it.” He reaches up and cups one, tweaking the nipple with pressure before bringing his mouth down to lick and suck.
The movement causes my knees to practically hit my arms, sending him even deeper inside of me. Our joint groans of pleasure fill the room, as he pumps his hips with short, fast strokes.
I can feel another orgasm starting to build. Never in my life have I had two in one night, but never in my life have I ever experienced something so toe-curling, so all-consuming as getting naked with Jasper Kohlmann.
“You getting close again, sweets? I can feel you gripping my dick,” he mutters without breaking stride. There’s a fine sheen of sweat on his chest again, and my fingers itch to touch. But I also don’t want to move my hands and risk him stopping. With each thrust, I’m drawn closer and closer to coming for a second time in a short period.
“So close,” I whisper, closing my eyes and just feeling. I can feel everything. His hands, his cock moving methodically in and out of my body, the way he grinds down on my clit with each pump of his hips.
“I want to feel you come,” he demands, gripping my hips in his big hands and thrusting hard. “Strangle my cock.” He reaches with one hand and swipes his thumb across my clit, causing the most glorious orgasm to sweep through my body.
I cry out, white light filling my vision, as I come for a second time. I can feel my body gripping his shaft, but he continues to move, drawing out my release until I’m boneless and completely spent.
But I’m given no time to rest.
Jasper still moves inside of me, and it’s only then that I realize he didn’t get off. When my eyes crack open and meet his, they’re still full of fire and passion, and that’s when I know.
We’re not finished.
Not even close.
He pulls out, causing me to whimper at the loss of his body inside of mine. He covers me from head to toe with his much bigger, much stronger body, and takes my mouth in a bruising kiss. Every ounce of energy I lost during that second orgasm returns with a fervor and a demand. I’ve barely come back down from the clouds, and I need more.
When he finally releases my mouth, it’s to help me move. I’m on my elbows and knees before I even know what’s happening, my legs automatically parting for him. He takes his place behind me, and any qualms I have about being in this position fly right out the window when he pushes forward.
Big hands grip my hips tightly as he moves fast and hard. I try to stay quiet, really I do, so I bury my face in the pillow to help conceal my moaning. Our bodies make a slapping sound as he pumps into me, his grunts barely muffling the noise, but I don’t care. I can’t think about anyone hearing us right now.
All I can do is feel.
And what I feel is a third orgasm building.
He’s so fucking deep, hitting that magical spot inside my body over and over again until my third release starts not long after the second one ended. I can’t breathe. I’m flying, euphorically and blindly.
I feel his cock grow thicker moments before he slams into me and pauses. I swear I can feel his orgasm ricochet through me as he comes, my name spilling from his lips.
Eventually, his hips finally stop moving. We fall together in a heap of limbs and heavy breathing onto the bed, my body spent. My brain doesn’t work.
I’m officially too sexed to think.
After several minutes, I feel Jasper adjust his position and get off the bed. I know this is the part where I need to get up myself and head back to the guest room, but I can’t seem to make myself move. Soon. I’ll get up soon.
He returns a few minutes later and wipes off my thighs with a towel. I crack open my eyes, expecting to be escorted back to where I belong, but am surprised when he slips back into his large, comfy bed. Instead of asking me to leave, he practically lifts me off the comforter and against his hot body. Jasper adjusts us so my head rests on his chest before wrapping us in warmth.
I sigh in contentment.
“Why do you call me that?” I whisper, exhaustion knocking on the door.
“What?”
“Sweets.”
I can practically feel his grin as he slides his hand down my side. “Because you always smell like sugar. Plus, now that I’ve tasted you, I can confirm you taste as sweet as sugar too.”
“Oh.”
Wow.
Jasper swipes hair off my forehead and settles his hand on my back, and that’s all it takes. I’m drawn into sweet slumber with my body securely pressed against his. I know it’s wrong. I know I should leave. But I don’t.
I can’t.
All I want is to grab on to whatever moments he’s offering and hold on with both hands.
I’ll deal with the rest when we wake.
Chapter Nineteen
Jasper
I wake up at four, fully rested. I expect the familiar fatigue and drowsiness to appear, but it doesn’t. Even after my grueling run just a few hours ago, I find myself feeling refreshed, my battery completely recharged.
And I know why.
I turn and cat
ch a glimpse of the woman still snuggled in the crook of my arm. Even in the darkened room, I can see her dark hair fanned out across the pillow and the way her mouth forms the cutest little “O” as she sleeps tranquilly. My cock actually jumps with anticipation as images of it filling that sweet little mouth come to mind.
Except now’s not the time.
She needs to get ready for work.
Instead of waking her, however, I find myself watching her sleep and replaying every second of our time together, from the moment I looked up and found her standing in the doorway, watching me, to the view I enjoyed of watching her perfect, round ass bounce as I fucked her from behind. That’s an image I won’t forget anytime soon.
It wasn’t just the sex that contributed to my restful sleep. It was the woman. Holding her, watching her drift off, was the most peaceful I’ve felt in years, if ever. There’s no doubt in my mind that Lyndee was the reason I was able to get a couple of hours of good sleep.
Glancing at the alarm on my nightstand, I realize she’s out of time. Hell, she’s probably already running behind. I gently roll to my side, carefully dislodging myself from beneath her. Brown eyes slowly open, and there’s a moment where she startles before recognition settles in. “Hi,” she whispers, her voice gravelly and low.
“Morning. I didn’t want to wake you since you were sleeping so peacefully, but it’s after four,” I tell her, reaching over and swiping a strand of hair from her cheek. The warmth of her skin sets my blood pumping.
“Shit,” she mumbles, closing her eyes for a brief second. “I need to go.”
“I figured,” I reply, though make no move to get up out of bed. I also don’t try to think too hard about why I like waking up beside her as well.
She jumps up, her nipples instantly pebbling the moment the comforter drops. My dick twitches and gets all excited as I take in the bounce, recalling the way they filled my hands very early this morning. “I should,” she starts, waving her thumb toward the door.