Black Light: Roulette Rematch (Black Light Series Book 20)

by Livia Grant

  Jess kept her eyes closed so she couldn’t see him watching her. She could feel it, though. The intensity of his gaze was an electricity of its own, one which had them both breathing hard.

  The current stopped, and Jess fell back against the cushion.

  “Fuck,” she gasped, every nerve in her chest tingling as a thousand tiny needles were pricking her, sharp and yet almost soothing at the same time. Muscles that had contracted now began to release as a shudder of carnal decadence racked her.

  “Fuck, indeed.” Davis’s voice was a low rumble, and he grazed fingertips over her stiff nipples as he’d done several times since they’d begun.

  His presence grew stronger as he leaned closer, her eyes opening just as his lips brushed her ear.

  “Green?” His whisper was one of heat and want and desire, all of which matched the stiffness she could feel pressing into her side.

  “Mmhmm,” she murmured, and his warm breath bore a soft chuckle against her lobe.

  “Okay,” he said softly, leaning back. “That was number seven, so three more, and then we’ll switch things up.”

  Three more times he pushed the button, each sending jolts racing between the pads on either side of her nipples. He’d slowly ramped up the milliamps until now each pulse caused her back to arch to the sensation, muscles seizing until he released the control and a flood of endorphins followed in its wake. By the tenth repetition a warm fuzziness washed through her as she lay against the leather covering.

  “Nice?”

  “Mmm.” She nodded, her eyes hooded. “Yes, sir. It’s always been an intense experience.”

  “Better than the Sybian?”

  Jess laughed softly. “No, sir. Not even close. While this is pleasant”—she motioned to where Davis was gently removing one of the TENS pads—“you had me on the edge of orgasming several times on the Sybian.”

  “Hmm.” Davis pulled the last electrode up, then cupped her breast, palm teasing her nipple as it grazed over the sensitive skin. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

  Jess watched in silence as Davis slid himself down the edge of the bench until he was positioned where her pussy lay exposed. He nudged her leg with his arm, and she spread them open to give him further access to her sex. Davis brushed his fingertips over her mons, his thumb swirling against her hooded clit.

  “Nnnn.” Jess clenched down against the fresh shiver that zig-zagged up her spine.

  “Well.” Davis responded with a chuckle. “You might’ve liked the Sybian more than the TENS, but it was still enough to get you wet, wasn’t it?”

  “Umm, some of that’s residual, sir. Well, that, and…”

  His thumb stopped. “Care to finish that thought, little girl?”

  “You know what it means,” Jess whispered as she closed her eyes again.

  Davis rumbled softly, and his thumb made one final brush before he returned to the TENS unit. Jess’s clit throbbed from his attention, her focus drawn to it as he finished securing the two electrodes on either side of her mons. She’d done this before, and she had a good idea what to expect. The reality, though, was this wasn’t what she wanted. No, Davis had done his job, and done it well. The thought of what all this was a subterfuge for now occupied every thought and image playing out in her head.

  “I do know what you want, Jess. What I want is to hear you fucking say it.” His voice was a growl of lust, want, desire. It was also a command, and this time she’d no desire to backtalk him.

  “Breed me,” she said huskily. “Just… fucking finish with this and put your child in me.”

  “Fuck.”

  His voice startled her. She almost didn’t catch the word, but the fierce intensity of the undertone made it impossible. She’d little doubt his thoughts ran along the same lines as hers. Tonight, at fucking Black Light of all places, with this man, this Captain Benjamin Davis whom she hardly knew, for God’s sake, was going to…

  “Ready, Miss Jess?” The exasperation in his tone made it clear he was as much done with this charade as she was. But like most men—and him being a good little soldier—he was going to be bullheaded and stick to his stupid fucking plan when what he should be doing was tearing open those fucking pants of his and getting his cock inside her.

  “Yes, sir.”

  The first pulse was a pleasant burr, and her pussy responded with a shiver. The second pulse was a little stronger as he ramped up the dial, as was the third. By the fourth, all the muscles at her waist tensed in time with every push of the button. Ass squeezing to a pucker, pussy clamping onto nothing, buttocks pushing her up from the leather, all of it nice, but little different than what he’d done with the Sybian.

  Nice. That was the fucking problem, though—Jessica was done with nice. She wanted heat. Fire. A release to the fucking inferno of thoughts and images which had built up inside her from the moment she’d said, ‘and what if I do.’ She knew where she was in her cycle. She didn’t need to look at a fucking chart to know she was either right at the sweet spot, or just at the beginning. If she was fertile, it was happening now. And this continued toying around with the TENS unit? It was more than just distracting; it was fucking irritating and she was done with it.

  “Please.”

  The word slipped out as a whispered plea, and Davis’s gaze darted from her pussy to lock onto her eyes.

  “What?”

  “Sir… please.”

  His eyes narrowed, and he shifted up closer to her, the controller forgotten.

  “Please, what?”

  “Goddammit, Davis, stop! It’s enough, sir. We both know what we fucking want here.” She kept her tone low, hoping only he would hear and not the small crowd gathered around the platform.

  “Is that right, Jess?” The heated timbre of his tone confirmed what she’d suspected. That he was at the same point in this farce as she was.

  “You know what I want,” she whispered hoarsely. “You know what we want. We played their fucking game. I’m done with it.”

  She looked up and gave him what every Dom she’d ever played with before had wanted to hear.

  “Please. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

  His growl was a low rumble, and she shivered at the intensity of need in the sound. His movements were forceful yet jerky as he slid back the length of the chaise, and Jess hissed sharply when he yanked the electrodes from her skin, throwing everything to the floor.

  A second later Davis was back up, leaning over her.

  “You want me to fuck you, Jess?”

  “Yes!”

  “You know what I’m fucking going to do to you?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then say it.” His hand shot forward and gripped her just below the throat, pressing down to pin her to the leather of the chaise as the steel of his eyes turned molten. “Fucking tell me what you want, Jessica Bain.”

  “Breed me, Davis,” she gasped. “Fuck your baby into me. For God’s sake just fucking come inside me and… give… me… your child.” With every word she thrust her hips upward against him.

  “You have no fucking idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that.”

  The tension she’d felt in every muscle of his touching her exploded, borne on the same flash of lust as burned incandescent within her. Suddenly he was up, towering above her. He ripped the belt from his pants, and it joined the growing pile on the floor. Then he was yanking open button and zipper, tearing the black fabric down his hips to reveal his cock.

  Yes. Oh, fuck yes.

  As he’d said, she needn’t have worried about his arousal. His prick was perfect: thick yet not too long, and it bobbed in blood-filled glory as he shifted to position himself between her legs, the very tip glistening with a smear of precum.

  She gasped as he gripped her legs behind the knees, pushing back as he brought himself into position between hers. Edging forward, he leaned over her, his hands on either side of her body, his face looming above hers.

  Breeding press. Sonofab
itch. Right out of the gate he’d fucking put her into the breeding press.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Jess brought her hands to his hips. His cock brushed against her inner thigh, and the touch sent an electrical shock arcing through her as powerful as any from the TENS unit. His elevated breathing matched her own as he held himself just outside her entrance.

  “Last chance, Jess,” he whispered, lips brushing against her ear. The fierceness of his tone suggested he’d go insane if she gave him any answer other than one.

  “Please!”

  Growling, he thrust forward, his desire a palpable physical thing that enveloped her. None of his actions were nuanced now: they were pure lust in a form more animalistic than any partner she’d been with before. And she wanted it, needed it in this moment, because it mirrored every feeling within her. She gasped as Davis’s cock filled her, sliding its way into a pussy already slickened and swollen with a craven need that made her plea turn to demand.

  “Fuck!” Davis hilted himself within her. He held himself there, his cock throbbing as her heat surrounded him.

  Jess closed her eyes to the sensation. If she could be rational, the feeling of Davis filling her wasn’t materially different than any partner before him.

  Except that it was.

  There was something unique about this, a sense of the raw fundamental nature of what she and Davis were doing that was more primal than any she’d felt before. The thoughts going through her head right now weren’t a fantasy version of what they were doing. This was reality. Benjamin fucking Davis was going to breed her. And if he was true to his word, didn’t pull out at the last fucking second to blow his load across her belly, if he hadn’t lied, when he did…

  He pulled his hips back, then slammed into her again. She cried out, not because it hurt, but because what was happening right now had been the fuel of countless fantasies. Fantasies which were now becoming reality.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he rumbled, and the second thrust became a third, then another, and another, until he found a rhythm that had Jess matching his sounds with those of her own.

  “Shit!” Jess groaned as Davis continued pounding into her, pressing back against the inside of her knees in a way that should have hurt but instead felt fucking incredible. “God you feel so good inside me. Why the fuck did we wait so long to do this?”

  “Had… to… finish… the… game,” Davis said in time with his thrusts, and Jess wanted to reach up and smack him upside his head.

  Men.

  As they continued, feelings that had built up all evening—no, that wasn’t true; all her life—washed through her. As her breath quickened and fingers dug into his hips which would surely leave marks he clearly didn’t give two fucks about, every thought, every sensation was heightened by the knowledge that when he came, when he filled her, it would be to create…

  Life.

  She and Davis weren’t just having sex for the sheer joy of the intimacy, the end goal of a nerve-tingling orgasm. No, it was because the very real possibility existed they were going to create a new life together. The thrill of that intensified every sensation of what they were doing in a way greater than Jess had expected. Every thrust of his cock stretching her, the wet slick sounds each time he drove deep inside of her, the feeling of her pussy gripping to keep him captured inside her until he gave what she ached for…

  “Fuck me, Davis. Just please… keep… fucking me.” The words spilled out in a torrent, her tone a hunger which would only be satisfied when Davis released his seed in her. Jess had always taken as well as she’d given, but here, right now, she didn’t care whether he held out long enough to ensure she reached her own peak or not. She wanted—needed—to feel him let go.

  Watching a lover orgasm had always held a certain power, a fulfillment that was pleasurable in its own right. That’s what was driving her right now. To see him reach that plateau, then fall over it, spilling himself inside her… She suspected the sensation alone would be enough to send her over the edge, even if it had never happened that way before. It had always taken something more, but now…

  “Fuck. Jess… I’m… I’m…” The tightness in his voice told her what she already knew. Hell, she could feel it within her: a cock which had already been full and thick and oh-so-nice had swelled even further. She’d denied him her own orgasm earlier, but there was no way he couldn’t feel how wet she was now, and if he was holding back, waiting for her to fall over the precipice before him…

  “Do it! Come inside me, Davis. Come inside me!” He had to hear the need in her voice. Had to.

  His cock felt so fucking good, every nerve in her pussy aflame in a way that rivaled the Sybian. She brought her hands up from his hips, digging fingers into his back, looking up into eyes hazed with lust she could only hope was reflected in her own.

  “Please, sir. I want to feel it. I need to feel it. I need to feel you fill me, Davis.” The words spilled out of her, one piling atop the other until they became a babbling torrent.

  “I need you to put your child in me. Give me what you promised, dammit. Come in me. Breed me. Breed me… right… fucking… now!” She dug her nails in deep to each word and heat explode behind his eyes. His thrusts became violent. Sharp, savage lunges of his hips, and she exalted in the knowledge that her tone, her words, everything she was doing right now to beg this man to impregnate her was too powerful for him to resist.

  And she was right. It was. With a buck of hips ending in a shout, Davis came.

  He drove her down against the chaise, the sound of his body slamming against her a snap of flesh on flesh. Davis’s cock jerked, and everything about the entire evening overwhelmed her: the Sybian, the conversation, the realization of what they’d agreed to… It was a movie on ultra-fast-forward, a flood of images and emotions that pushed her over the edge.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeeesss!” The word turned into a drawn-out cry as her hips rose to meet his, heated skin pressed flush together as her pussy contracted to hold him as deep inside her as she could. His cock pulsed a second time, then a third, his body forcing her deeper into the cushion with each one.

  Then, all sounds of Davis and whatever crowd may have been watching them disappeared. A storm of heartbeat and blood filled her ears, accompanied by a white starburst behind closed eyes that bore her along the crest of her own orgasm. Over the lip and down the crashing wave of the other side until eventually when she opened her eyes, it was to look up into the face of a man lost in his own ecstasy. Face sheened in sweat, eyes clenched tight as her own had been a second ago, Davis rode out his end of an orgasm which appeared no less powerful than hers. As he hung there above her, his cock flexed a final time against the walls of her pussy, then stilled. He drew in a jerky lungful of air, followed by another until both of their breathing settled and he opened his eyes to stare down at her.

  “Wow.”

  “Welcome back.” Jess bit down on her lip, smiling.

  “Jesus. That was… intense.”

  Jess laughed. “Do you need a cigarette? Was it good for you too, sir?”

  Davis’s eyes slitted, but the twitch at the corners of his mouth belied his feelings. “I thought you said you weren’t a brat?”

  “I’m not!”

  “Uh huh.”

  Jess was about to retort further, but she never had the chance. Davis suddenly bent, and then his mouth was on hers.

  Oh. Shit.

  The kiss was warmth and… passion. Jess wasn’t expecting that, but as he brought a hand up from her side to caress her face, she found herself falling into it, kissing him back, mouth opening to let his tongue slip to hers, and next they were doing a dance Jess knew all too well.

  As the kiss went on, the initial passion she’d felt morphed into something else. A quiet contentment, a soothing tenderness that affirmed what they’d just shared went beyond two people having sex. But that was part of what had made this different altogether. They hadn’t just had casual sex. The thril
l of what they’d potentially done sent a shiver up her spine, and she brought a hand up from his back to stroke his head.

  Eventually Davis pulled away, but only far enough their lips were separated by the tiniest amount as his forehead gently pressed to hers. Neither of them said a word, but simply lied there entwined. His cock was still hilted inside her even as it began to soften, and her legs remained wrapped around him, crossed at the ankles to hold him in place. As their breathing slowed, the noises of the club Jess had ignored entirely earlier now began to drift back into focus.

  “So.” Davis’s said loud enough for her to hear, the tone firm as before. “Still green?”

  Jess chuckled softly. “Yes, sir. Still green.”

  Lifting his forehead from hers, he glanced around. Jess did the same and saw that the crowd was still there, watching and waiting to see what they’d do next.

  “Joy.” Davis grunted.

  He started to lift himself up further, but Jess clamped her legs together even tighter, stopping him.

  “Umm,” he gave her a smirk, “you’re gonna have to let me up, little girl.”

  “I kinda like you right where you are.”

  Davis chuckled, shaking his head. “While I can’t really disagree, I’d rather take you over to the aftercare area so we can talk in private.”

  “About?”

  “You know, my plan on how I’ll take care of you if you do end up pregnant, stuff like that.”

  Jess stiffened. “Take care of me,” she whispered, the words more to herself than him.

  Dammit. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

  God fucking dammit.

  Davis must have felt it. She opened her eyes to find his brow furrowed as he stared down at her, frozen.

  “What?”

  “You fucking asshole.” Jaw clenched, she pressed her mouth into a tight thin line. “You… fucking… asshole.”

  “Things were going so perfect, and you just had to ruin it.”