Under The Covers

by Crystal Jordan, Lorie O'Clare

  “Hurry, Jake,” she breathed, pumping his dick hard enough to make his jaw lock. He lunged for one of the condoms he’d dropped on the bedside table, ripped it open with his teeth, and sheathed his cock with shaking fingers.

  She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Nipping at his bottom lip, a husky little laugh rippled from her. He slanted his head, caught that sexy sound in his mouth, and licked his way between her full lips. Their tongues twined, each fighting for control of the kiss. He nudged her thighs apart with his, settling between them. The head of his cock prodded her slick opening. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pushed her feet down on the backs of his thighs. His breath hissed out at the feel of her soft, soft skin rubbing against him.

  Fire fisted in his gut as he pressed his cock into the hot depths of her pussy. The snug sheathing almost made him come, but there was no way he was letting this end so quickly. Rocking himself inside her, he felt the slow drag of his hard flesh in her damp heat. A shudder racked his body, but he picked up the pace, shoving his cock deep with each push. Her slim fingers curled over his shoulders, the nails digging into his muscles. A little sting to sharpen the pleasure. He almost smiled.

  The smell of her enveloped him, spicy roses and hot sex. The sensations burned themselves into his memory, and he knew he’d never get the feel of her off his skin, the taste of her sweetness out of his mouth. He didn’t want to.

  The sounds she made as he ground his pelvis against hers made his head feel as if it were going to explode. “Damn, Dayna.”

  “Jake, Jake, Jake.” She twisted in his arms, desire flushing her pale cheeks, making her eyes sparkle. A low laugh bubbled out of her as she tightened her vaginal walls around him. “Oh, my God, this is good.”

  A growl pulled from his throat. He gripped one of her thighs, hitching it higher on his hip so he could thrust deeper. He couldn’t get enough of her. “Baby, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

  “How long?” she gasped.

  An evil grin he couldn’t stop pulled at his lips. “Since I was old enough to get a woody.”

  “That’s crude.” The giggle she gave was as drunk as he felt. He laughed with her, every movement pushing him higher than he’d ever been.

  Waggling his eyebrows, he let his smile widen. “I am crude, rude, and socially unacceptable.”

  “I noticed that about you.” A little grin parted her full lips. She ran a fingertip down from his shoulder to circle his nipple. Then she flicked it hard with her nail, making him jolt. “You’re a very bad boy.”

  Reaching between them, he rolled a finger over her clit in time with his thrusts. He wasn’t gentle, working her hard. Her moans drove him on, told him how close she was to orgasm. He pressed down directly on her clitoris, and she arched against him, sobbing as her pussy milked the length of his dick. She shuddered, her fingers gripping his arms tight. “Yes! Oh, my God. Jake!”

  Gritting his teeth, he jerked his cock from her slick sheath to keep from coming and ignored her cry of protest. Wrapping his hands around her trim waist, he rolled her over and pulled up her hips so he could plunge into her from behind. “If I’m a bad boy and you’re in bed with me, sweetheart, what does that say about you?”

  “That I’m having a reeeeeally bad night?” Flipping her short hair out of her eyes, she winked at him, another giggle breaking free.

  “Or maybe you’re just a little bit bad tonight.” He cupped his free hand over the soft globe of her ass, rubbing in small circles. She arched her torso, pressing back into his touch.

  She smirked at him over her shoulder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Hell, yes.” He flashed a grin. She had no idea how bad he’d like her to be. But she’d get a little taste tonight. He drew his hand back and smacked her ass hard. “I’m liking it a whole lot.”

  Her breath hissed out, a shudder running through her body. “Me, too.”

  “Well, if you want to try something naughty…” He slid from her body, and she moaned, her sex clenching around him to keep him in.

  He replaced his cock with his fingers, stroking into her wetness and then trailing his finger up to the pucker of her anus. He worked his way in, slicking her with her own juices until he could slide easily.

  “Oooh.” She moaned with each press of his fingers, shoving herself back to meet his strokes. “That really is naughty.”

  “You were always the good girl I wanted to do bad things with.” Jesus, the booze had loosened his tongue even more than it had her inhibitions. Why else would he tell her things he’d kept to himself for almost two decades? It wasn’t like him to be so revealing in bed.

  Her head dropped forward, her back arching. The softest whisper reached his ears. “I never knew.”

  “You do now.” And he needed to shut his mouth and just enjoy this one night with her. It was all he was going to get, so he might as well revel in his teenage wet dream come to life and stop with the confessional. Spreading her cheeks wide, he nudged the head of his cock into her ass. He pushed in slowly, groaning at the incredibly tight fit of her around his dick. It was so damn good, he wasn’t sure how long he’d hold out before he came.

  She dropped lower, bowing her back and pressing her face into the pillow. It muffled the whimpers that erupted from her mouth, but he still heard them. He didn’t bother to hide a smug grin. If she liked how naughty this was, he had a lot more in store for her.

  Starting now.

  He slapped her ass again in time with his quickening strokes, spreading short, stinging swats over the soft cheeks of her backside and down her slim thighs. She moaned, moving to meet his hand. The skin flushed under his palm, ripening to a rosy hue. He liked that. Liked that he’d left a mark on her, liked that she’d be feeling this and remembering every time she sat down tomorrow how she’d moaned and begged and screamed his name. She wouldn’t be bruised, but the sting would last for a bit. Oh, yeah. He liked that thought.

  A shudder shook her slim body. “Jake, I’ve never—”

  “Let a guy spank you while he fucked you up the ass?” He smacked her again to emphasize his point.

  She choked on a laugh. “Yeah.”

  Each plunge into her body drove him closer to the edge, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Cupping his palms around her ribs, he pulled her up until her back pressed to his chest. She reached back and fisted her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He suckled her bottom lip, scraping it with his teeth. She shivered, working her hips in time with his.

  Running his hands up her torso, he lifted her breasts and let them bounce down. They moved with each thrust of his hips. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging lightly. She laid her head on his shoulder, her back bowing to push closer to his palms. He let one hand slip down over the soft swell of her lower belly, dipping between her legs to stroke over the wet, heated lips of her pussy.

  “Now this is going to be really naughty.” Then he drew his hand back and smacked her hard little clitoris.

  “Jake!” she gasped, sucked in a breath, and snapped her head around to look at him. She choked and shuddered, arching her torso.

  Glazed shock was in her gaze, and he swatted her again. Harder. She panted, moaning each time he made contact with her slick, swollen flesh. Letting her head fall back against his shoulder again, her fingers clamped over his forearms, and her nails dug in. The way her inner muscles tightened around his cock made him groan. He knew she was close, and so was he. “Jake, I—”

  “Come for me, Dayna. Now.” He slammed his hips forward, shoving deep into her ass. He delivered a series of hard slaps to her clit, and she screamed, twisting in his arms. Her anus clenched around his cock, and that was all it took to push him over into orgasm. He came in hard jets, groans ripping from his chest.

  They collapsed forward onto the mattress, and he propped himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush her. As he sucked in air, his lungs bur
ned as if he’d run a marathon. Leaning to one side, he reached between them to slide his cock from her body. They both groaned at the glide of flesh. Dropping his forehead against her back, he felt how shivers still rippled through her body. He smiled, kissing the back of her shoulder.

  He heard her swallow hard. “Jake.”

  Moving until he’d settled beside her, he tucked her hair behind her ear so he could see her flushed face. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”

  “I’m…I think I’m okay.” Her hazel eyes were still a bit stunned, and she blinked up at him slowly.

  He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He ran his hands over her bare back, just for the pleasure of touching her. “Good.”

  “Yeah, it really was.” She sighed, and her eyes closed, her body relaxing by degrees. He lay back against the pillows, sliding an arm under his head. His fingers drew lazy patterns over her skin.

  “Dayna,” he breathed. Damn, it had never been so good, so sweet, with anyone else. But no one else was Dayna. She was special. A warning went off in the back of his mind. No woman should be allowed close enough to be special, but sleep was already dragging him under, fuzzing his thoughts. He’d worry about it later. He sighed and closed his eyes, contentment he shouldn’t feel winding through his chest. Dayna curled against his side, her satiny flesh sliding over his. Her hand rested over his heart. He still had a smile on his face when unconsciousness claimed him.

  3

  Dayna yawned and stretched, rolling onto her side. Damn, she ached. Why did it feel like she’d strained every muscle in her body? Then reality returned, and her eyes flew open. Empty condom wrappers littered the nightstand and floor like garish confetti. Jake threw his leg over hers, his arms wrapping around her from behind.

  “Oh, my God.” Shock rocketed through her as memories of the night before flooded in. She’d had just enough alcohol to throw her control out the window, but not so much that she didn’t remember every erotic detail of fucking her brother’s best friend.

  Holy shit, what had she done?

  No, what was she still doing?

  Jake’s chest pressed to her back, pushing her torso forward a bit until her ass cradled against his groin. His long cock prodded at the entrance of her pussy, stretching her as he slid in one hard inch at a time. Her breath hissed out, and she clenched her teeth. The way he had her legs pinned together under the weight of his made his penetration sting, but her body was already heating and responding to his, morphing the burn of it into dark ecstasy. She couldn’t think; every thought, every protest, every reason she shouldn’t be doing this was ripped away in the whirlpool of sensation that sucked her down into the abyss. She scrabbled for the fleeing edges of her sanity. “Condom,” she gasped.

  A sleep-roughened chuckle answered her. “I put it on when I knew you were awake. We’re covered. Or, I am, actually.”

  Her fingers fisted in her pillowcase, and she breathed through her nose to push through the pleasure-pain as he worked the entire length of his long cock into her dampening core. She whimpered. “Oh, my God, that’s tight.”

  “Tell me about it.” A harsh sound burst from his throat, and his thigh tightened around hers. He eased halfway out of her and then pushed back in.

  Shivers skittered over her skin, fire and ice racing in the wake of the pain. God, she was so wet. The angle would be impossible if she wasn’t. Arching her body, she tried to free herself from the leg pinioning her. His arm held her in place, his palm stroking over her breasts, tweaking each nipple in turn. Desperation burned through her as the craving sharpened. She moved one hand, clamping it over his knee. The crisp hair stimulated her palm. “Let me loose.”

  “No.” He kept up that same slow, deep rhythm. It pushed her right to the edge without letting her fall over.

  “Then move. Go faster. Harder. Something.” Her nails sank into his flexing muscles, frustration clawing at her like a wild thing. “Damnit, move your ass, Taylor.”

  “Sorry, sweetheart. No dice.” The light calluses on the pads of his fingers rasped against the underside of her breast, adding another sensation to those threatening to overwhelm her. His lips brushed over the back of her neck, his short goatee tickling her skin and making her shiver.

  “Please.”

  His fingertips swirled up to tease her nipples until she wanted to scream. She bit her lip, raking her nails up his thigh. He just chuckled, prying her hand off his leg. “What’s in it for me? You’re just going to pretend this never happened as soon as we’re done.”

  It was true. She knew it. He knew it. Her chest heaved with panting little gasps. She shook her head, denying his words. At this point, she was willing to sell her soul to make him let her come. “I—”

  Burying his cock deep inside her, he stopped moving. “Don’t even bother trying to deny it. I know you too well. You’re a perfectionist.”

  Tears burned her eyes. He held her down, wouldn’t let her escape what he was saying, what he was doing, what he was making her feel. Terror exploded inside her, whipping together with the desire and pain and desperation. It was too much. She didn’t know how to take it all in. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t want this, yet her body wouldn’t be denied. A sob caught in her throat. “P—please, Jake.”

  “Has being so focused on perfection and being so uptight made you happy?” He twisted her nipple hard, demanding a response.

  Her lips pressed together, and she didn’t say anything. She tried wriggling again, but she couldn’t budge an inch. Damnit. Her muscles burned as she strained, sweat sliding down her skin in moist beads.

  “I know you don’t want to hear this.” His tongue flicked out, trailing a line of fire down her shoulder. “Maybe you should try loosening up a little, see if that gets you different results.”

  He was right about one thing—she didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t want to listen. She jerked against his hold, pulling his hand away from her breast. It didn’t stop the harsh throb of need between her legs or the way her vaginal walls clenched around his hard cock. Clinging to what little remained of her control, she managed to get out, “I’m not like you or my family, Jake. I like order and consistency. I like getting up and going to bed at decent hours; I don’t like to drink all night. I know to you that seems boring, but I like to know where and when I’ll be sleeping every night.”

  He tsked low in his throat. “There’s a difference between keeping your life sane and keeping it so sane you’re borderline OCD.” He leaned close so he could speak softly in her ear, his voice dropping to a rough, silken purr. “And admit it, losing a little control last night, being a little naughty, was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?”

  “It was irresponsible. Hell, it’s still irresponsible, considering you’re inside me.” And not as far inside her as she wanted. Guilt, anger, and self-disgust rolled through her. A tear slipped down her cheek. This wasn’t her—the Dayna she knew herself to be would never do this, not with the least appropriate man on the planet. What was wrong with her? “This is crazy.”

  He rewarded that comment with a quick swat to her thigh. She squeaked and twisted, but it got her nowhere. This conversation was not what she wanted to be doing right now. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to never stop. She needed to forget everything but the desires within her, needed him to fuck her senseless the way he had the night before. A hot flush burned her cheeks at the reminder of how wild it had been. Tingles spread down her limbs. She wanted more of that, and she knew she shouldn’t. Madness. This was complete and utter madness. What the hell was she doing there? She’d been engaged to one man yesterday, and this morning she was in another man’s bed.

  “I can make you feel this good every night you’re here, sweetheart.” Every word was a deep, hypnotic rumble of sound. He could tempt a saint to sin with that voice. His fingers slid over her ribs and up until he fondled her breasts again. “It’ll be a Christmas you’ll never forget. I’ll make sure you’re on Santa’s naughty list next year.”r />
  She shivered, fighting the pull of him. This couldn’t happen again, no matter how good it felt. It was totally and completely irrational. It was something her mother would do. But her body didn’t give a damn what her mind knew. His dick slid out of her one slow inch at a time before stretching her channel again as he filled her. Her nerve endings rioted, screeching for more. As she closed her eyes, her body quivered.

  “No.” She licked her lips, desperately trying to follow the thread of the conversation. “We can never do this again.”

  “You don’t really want me to stop now, do you?” that black-magic voice continued, and his thrusts into her pussy picked up speed. Just a little. Just enough to make her body shriek with want. He opened his mouth over the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck, scraping his teeth over the tendon there. “Do you, Dayna?”

  “No,” she whimpered. If he didn’t fuck her hard soon, she was going to die. Lava flowed through her veins, made her heart pound. Catching his hand again, she guided his fingers down her stomach and between her legs. He obliged by stroking her clit at the same leisurely pace as his cock. She hissed out a breath. Who knew the wild child had this much control in bed? Damn him. “Just this once. Just one more time. Make me come.”

  And then she said nothing more because his leg freed hers. She opened her thighs, arching against him as he shoved deep inside her pussy. The slap of skin against skin and their harsh breathing were the only sounds she heard. She closed her eyes, tears leaking from the corners at the intense sensations rolling through her. He rubbed her clit in a fast, grinding rhythm that made her mouth open in a silent scream. He slammed inside her twice more before her whole world coalesced into blinding white light behind her lids. Her pussy contracted, pulsing around his cock. He kept moving within her, and each stroke set off another wave of orgasm. Her tortured lungs sobbed for air as it went on and on, shoving her beyond any pleasure she’d ever known before. His groan echoed in her ear as his big, hard body locked tight and he seated himself deeper than he’d ever been.