I fumble with the tiny side zipper on my dress, so excited I can barely concentrate, my attention fully focused on watching Jase toss the tie aside, then undoing the buttons down the front of his shirt. The dress finally slips down my body just as he’s ripping off his socks, and even though he’s still in his trousers and I’m wearing my panties and heels, he says, ‘Get on the bed.’
He’s so hot and intense, I can’t stand it. Can’t fight it. I’m already wet between my legs, my panties soaked, and I shiver as I walk to the side of the bed. I turn and sit down, then start scooting back, my heels digging into the cashmere duvet, and I don’t even care. I keep my gaze locked tight with Jase’s hooded one as he comes toward me, all those powerful muscles flexing and coiling beneath his dark skin, and I don’t care about anything but the way he’s looking at me . . . watching me. It’s the most carnal, possessive look I’ve ever seen, and I love it. Fucking love it.
When he reaches the side of the bed, the sexy slant of his smile as he stares down at me makes me gasp, my body so ready for him I’m literally drenched. I’ve never been this wet before, and there’s no hiding from how badly I want this. Us. Him. But it’s okay, because for once I’m not worrying about how I act with a man. How much I reveal. I’m just ready to enjoy the hell out of him.
He slips off my shoes, then leans over and grabs the sides of my panties, pulling them down my legs. His heavy, smoldering gaze has been moving over every inch of my naked skin since my dress fell to the floor – but the second I start to open my legs for him, he focuses in hard and tight on the glistening pink folds of my sex.
‘Spread your legs as wide as you can,’ he tells me in a low voice, devouring me with that blistering stare as he climbs on to the bed. ‘Wider,’ he rasps, my own gaze taking in how hot his broad, muscular shoulders look between my legs, his biceps bulging in his arms as he grips my thighs and shoves them back to tilt my hips up.
I tremble and close my eyes, ready to come from nothing more than the heady sound of his voice and his dominant touch. Then I feel his hot, wet tongue flick across my swollen clit, and my eyes shoot wide in surprise, my hands fisting in the bedding as he pushes my thighs back even more.
He goes wild on me then, and my God, it’s freaking insane how incredible it is. He doesn’t just lick. He rubs and thrusts . . . and sucks. He literally closes his mouth around my slick entrance and sucks at my juices, the low, aggressive sounds rumbling in his chest making it clear that he’s getting off on doing it every bit as much as I’m getting off on having it done to me. It’s so raw and savage and explicit that I’m just this bundle of nerves lying there shaking and panting, falling apart – and there’s honestly nothing in my life that has ever come anywhere close to being this blindingly awesome.
I orgasm with a sharp, tight cry, a surreal wave of pleasure crashing over me that has me burning and shivering all at once. I can feel my sex tightening, pulsing around his tongue as he fucks me with it, and his strong hands grip my thighs in a hold that I’m sure will leave marks. But I’m not complaining, because I want to hold on to him just as tightly.
‘Give me another one,’ he growls, shoving two big fingers into my pulsing slit as he flicks that molten gaze up to my face. ‘I need to get you wet enough that you’ll be able to take me.’
‘I am . . . I’m ready!’ I insist, my breathy voice cracking with emotion.
He forces a third finger inside me, then smiles like a devil. ‘Nowhere even close, baby.’
‘God, Jase, I need you now!’ I practically wail, grabbing on to his hair.
‘Not done with you,’ he mutters in a guttural slide of words, and then he pulls his fingers out and his wicked mouth is on me again. He’s ruthless and deliciously rough, eating at my sensitive flesh in a way that’s completely unapologetic, taking exactly what he wants, and I’m no longer arguing.
No, I’m too busy writhing and pulling his hair – trying to keep him right where he is – to say anything other than More, Please, and God . . . Oh, God, as my pussy convulses around his thrusting tongue, gushing for him.
The orgasm is so intense, I think I might black out a little at the end, because the next thing I know I’m blinking my eyes open and Jase is bracing himself over me on his powerful forearms. He lowers his head, his mouth working over mine, and I love how I can taste myself on his clever tongue. Love how he controls the kiss, taking my mouth like it was made for him. Like he knows exactly how to touch and taste me to make me crazy, and I can’t wait any longer to explore him just as thoroughly as he’s explored me.
‘Let me,’ I say against his lips, as I reach down and rub my hand over his hard, heavy erection. He lets out a long, serrated groan and pushes up, holding himself over me on his straight arms. His dark, hooded gaze is focused on my naked breasts, my pink nipples drawing tighter beneath his hungry stare as I work to undo his belt, then hurry to open his trousers. It isn’t easy to do, with his massive cock pressing against the material, but I finally manage to get them open, shoving his trousers and boxers over his hips with one hand, a kind of husky, fascinated moan falling from my lips when my other hand latches on to his beautiful penis.
And, yeah, it might sound weird, calling this brutal part of him beautiful, but it’s true. Jase’s cock is freaking mouthwatering, the dark shaft long and thick, with a fat, swollen crown that’s already slick with pre-cum at the tip. I use my thumb to spread the moisture around the taut skin on that broad, flushed head, thinking he looks succulent and ripe. He’s so big I can’t even wrap my fingers around him fully, but I grip him as firmly as I can, and the heavy knotwork of veins that run the length of his textured shaft pulse against my palm. The skin is sleek and silky, in such sharp contrast to the rigid hardness beneath, and if he’s half as good at fucking as he is at everything else we’ve done, I realize it’s no wonder all his exes have turned into such catty bitches. They’re all probably going through withdrawals, starving for something they’re never going to get again.
His corded throat works with a hard swallow as I squeeze and pull on him, his chest rising and falling as his breathing gets choppy, and I feel high on the joy of knowing he’s enjoying my touch. It makes me want to give him more . . . and to take more for myself, and I mean every word when I look up into his scorching gaze and say, ‘I want to taste you too.’
JASE
‘Hell no,’ I grunt, knowing if she gets her mouth on me this will all be over far too soon. So I catch Emmy’s soft, feminine hands in mine, pull them over her head, and say, ‘Keep them there.’
I stand up, take off my trousers and boxers, and head over to my bag for the condoms that are always stashed in a side pocket. I rip one packet open with my teeth, sliding the latex over my throbbing shaft as I walk across the room, and the way she’s watching me . . . Christ. I want to bury myself so deep inside this girl, she can’t ever get me out.
Tossing the rest of the condoms in my hand on to the bedside table, I climb back on to the bed with Emmy, bracing a hand against the mattress at her side, and push two fingers back inside her, stretching her tight opening. Even though she’s melting for me, her cunt creamy and hot, I know my cock’s going to be a painful fit. I wish to God I could take more time to get her ready, but I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime already, and my control is shredded.
Leaning down, I press my open mouth against the tattoo on her hip, tasting the silky heat of her skin with my tongue, then work my way higher, licking and softly biting, until I’m taking one of those impossibly sweet, candy-pink nipples between my lips. I suck and lick as she digs her short nails into my shoulders and pumps her hips up against me, taking my fingers even deeper. I switch to the other breast, unable to wait another second as I pull my fingers free, grab my dick, and notch the engorged head against her tender entrance. And even though I know that I need to be easy, I lose it and shove myself inside her with one hammering thrust, and it feels so bloody good that my head tilts back and I roar, the primitive sound blending with her sharp cr
y.
‘I’m sorry,’ I groan, tipping my head back down. ‘So fucking sorry.’
‘S’okay,’ she gasps, her kiss-swollen lips trembling into a breathtaking smile as she blinks up at me, and I’m destroyed. Any control I’ve got left is fracturing into pieces, shattered by the overwhelming reality of her, and I can’t help but drive forward that final bit, burying my cock inside her until she’s taken me completely to the root, where I’m the thickest. Her nails bite into my biceps in reaction, her eyes shocked wide by the pain, and with my pulse thundering in my ears, I stir myself inside her tight, wet clinch, grinding my body against the moist cushion of her sex, trying to give her a moment to get used to me. She pulls in a couple of deep, choppy breaths and lifts her head, watching the way my abs move as I pulse against her, my balls so heavy and aching it feels like they’re about to unload – and the last remaining fragment of my control is annihilated when she swipes her pink little tongue across her lower lip.
I lose it for good this time, my hips hammering against her as I start fucking her so hard and deep that I’m hitting the end of her. We’re all steely, rutting cock and soft, snug core, our heat-slick bodies steaming and sliding, and it’s mind-blowing. The room fills with the wet, primal sound of my cock pounding the hell out of her as the bed slams repeatedly against the wall, her provocative moans and the tight, juicy clasp of her cunt driving me mad.
‘You’re so damn beautiful,’ I growl, fully aware that I’ve never lost myself like this with a woman. We’re sweat and heat and carnal hunger, animalistic in our need, going at it like our lives depend on how hard I can give it to her and how deep she can take me.
The pressure in my dick is extreme, but I grit my teeth and fight to hold it back, because I want this to last. I don’t ever want it to end. I want to spend an eternity inside this woman and never leave. Want to keep fucking her until I’m too bloody old to do it right, and even then I’ll die trying.
She’s breaking me down so goddamn easily, her intoxicating sexuality just a natural part of her. She’s acting on pure instinct, starving for this primal connection as fiercely as I am, and when she uses her cushiony inner muscles to squeeze down on me, I swear my eyes nearly roll back in my head. I make a raw, visceral sound deep in my chest, and as I reach between us and set the pad of my thumb against her clit, pressing and rolling it, I groan, ‘God, Em. You’re killing me, baby.’
She climaxes with a breathless cry, her open mouth pressed against my bulging biceps, her nails digging into my shoulders, pussy pulsing and clenching as she writhes beneath me. I move harder, deeper, so fast I’m like a piston hammering into the tight, wet suction of her cunt, and I growl like an animal as it slams into me. My head goes back again, a bellow surging up from my chest as I erupt into the condom so violently it’s a bloody miracle the thing doesn’t break. I shudder as I drop my head forward, still thrusting as my body tries to turn itself inside out for her, and Jesus, it feels good. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life.
Curling one hand around the back of her neck, I lean down and kiss her, hoping she can still taste the salty sweetness of her cum on my lips. It’s a taste I’m eager to have on my tongue again and again, as addictive as the feel of being packed up deep inside her gorgeous body, and I know that should send me running. But I don’t. I can’t. I just want to keep holding this girl, kissing her soft lips and fucking her plush cunt, for as long as I can. Over . . . and over . . . and over.
‘Don’t move an inch,’ I tell her, when I’m finally forced to pull out to deal with the condom. I move to my feet and head to the bathroom, quickly splashing some water on my face, and then hurry back to the bed, hating to be away from her. It probably makes me sound whipped, but I don’t give a shit. I’ve never come anywhere close to feeling this level of satisfaction – and yet, I’m still as hard as a rock.
She’s sprawled across the bed, exactly where I left her, and I keep my heavy-lidded gaze locked tight with her smoky one as I grab another condom and slip it on. Then I crawl back between her soft thighs, notch the head of my dick against her slick, swollen entrance, and ask, ‘Are you sore?’
‘Yeah,’ she says, the corner of her mouth twitching with a smile as she curls her hands around my hips and tries to tug me deeper. ‘But I don’t care.’
‘I’ll be careful,’ I breathe against her lips.
‘Don’t you dare,’ she shoots back, making me shake with a rough laugh as I start to push back inside her. She feels so damn good around me, I have to clench my jaw to keep from spouting a bunch of emotional shit I’d undoubtedly end up regretting later. But when I’m once again buried to the root inside her, and she’s clinging to me, so tight and hot and perfect, I hear myself say, ‘I followed you on to the Tube on Thursday.’
She blinks up at me, looking confused. ‘What?’
‘I was in my car and I saw you walking down the street. The sun was shining on your skin and the wind was blowing through your hair, and I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I knew I couldn’t just watch you walk away, so I made my driver stop, got out of my car, and I followed you.’
Her tongue sweeps across her lower lip again, and she says, ‘There was a moment, right before we got off, where I thought you were going to talk to me.’
I slowly withdraw, then thrust back in just as slowly, until she’s taken every inch of me. Running my right hand down the side of her body, I grind against her, loving the way her lips part for a gasp, and there’s a crooked smile on my own lips when I admit, ‘I was trying to think of something – anything – I could say that wouldn’t make me sound like a stalker.’
She laughs, stroking her hands down my back, then lower, over my arse, and I know if she keeps that up this is going to be over way too fast. So I grab her hands in mine and lift them over her head again, trapping her beneath me. She’s flushed from her cheeks down to her mouthwatering breasts, her big eyes dark with pleasure, and I’m doing everything I can to be gentle with her.
But then she goes and says, ‘If we’re going for complete honesty here, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen as well.’
And with those husky words, gentle goes out the bloody window.
Bracing myself on my left arm, I lick my thumb and press it against her clit again, while I watch my cock pumping in and out of her pink, tender slit, the silky folds of her cunt stretched around me like a hot little mouth. Her pussy squeezes me like a fist, and I know she’s close when I feel that first tiny pulse against my shaft.
My control is slipping, each thrust more powerful than the last, and I dig a knee into the bedding for leverage, my balls slapping against her arse as I start driving into her so fast and deep it makes her cry out. Damn, but I love that sound. The way her voice gets all raspy and soft. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and I groan when she cries out, ‘Harder, Jase. Oh, God. Fuck me harder!’
I give her exactly what she’s demanding, and within seconds we crash over that explosive, bone-melting edge together, our sweat-slick bodies grinding against each other as we curse and gasp and hold on to one another so tightly I couldn’t for the life of me say where I end and she begins.
Somehow, I find the strength to lift my head, and instead of easing off, my pulse keeps roaring in my ears. She’s staring up at me, the tears not caught in her long lashes spilling over her smooth cheeks, and I know – I fucking know – that what we just experienced hit her as hard as it hit me. I feel like someone has just slammed a mallet into my chest, knocking the air from my lungs, and I want nothing more than to collapse on top of her, but know I’ll be too heavy. So I wrap my arms around her instead and roll us to our sides. Unwilling to leave her, I pull out of her as carefully as I can, reach down and slip off the condom, then toss it on the floor. I’ll have to clean up the mess later, but right now I just don’t give a shit, because I’ve got Emmy Reed right where I want her: boneless, satisfied, and in my arms.
‘You never
did tell me how it went with the old man,’ I murmur, stroking my hand down the silky line of her spine.
‘It was . . . interesting. And you’re right. He’s an old grump.’
My chest shakes with a quiet laugh, and she snuggles up closer against me. ‘I don’t ever want to move from this spot,’ she says softly, with a little catch in her voice.
The next words out of my mouth catch me by surprise. ‘You could stay.’
She tenses in my arms. ‘What?’
‘You could stay in London, Em. With me,’ I say, trying not to panic and just going with my gut.
She sits up, holding one of the decorative pillows against her chest, and her glistening eyes are wide with shock. ‘Are you serious?’
I sit up too, scrubbing a hand over my jaw. ‘I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t.’
‘Why?’
‘Why?’ I repeat, wondering what in the hell she’s looking for as she searches my expression.
EMMY
Emotion washes over me like a storm, and my heart nearly pounds its way past my ribs as I wait for Jase’s response. At first I don’t recognize the strange feeling that’s churning around in my chest, and then I manage to put a name to it: hope. I’m so freaking hopeful that what just happened between us was the same for him. Because for me . . . God, what we just shared, it changed me.
Yesterday, if you’d asked me to explain what it feels like to have sex with someone you have an intense, emotional connection with, my response would have been vague and ill formed, as if I were trying to describe the details of a face that I’d only seen through a fog.
But now . . . I think I finally get it.
Being with him tonight was amazing and mind-blowing and every other adjective you can throw at it. Jase might be from this privileged world of money and prestige, but he sure as hell doesn’t act like a gentleman when he’s between a woman’s thighs. He’d been rough and wild, his body working like a god as he pounded into me, the feel of him moving inside me so perfect it was unreal. We’d fucked like our lives depended on it, and I honestly wouldn’t have given a damn if the entire wedding party had been crowded outside our door.
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