by Devyn Quinn
And he’d promised there would be more.
Teasing each nipple in its turn, Jackson’s mouth moved higher, tongue skimming the softness at the base of her throat. Claiming a handful of her hair, he nipped the ridge of her jaw. And then his mouth touched hers. His lips skimmed hers.
Closing her eyes, Nikki parted her lips. She hungered to taste him.
Nothing.
Swallowing a groan, Jackson lifted away from her. “I can’t,” he murmured, more to himself than for benefit of her hearing.
That was it.
Rolling away from her, Jackson flung himself back against the pillows.
Opening her eyes, Nikki frowned. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Jackson cursed under his breath. “Nothing,” he said.
Her brow wrinkled. Damn, she hated being left on the edge. “I don’t get it. You were hot and heavy on me a minute ago.”
He shrugged. “I changed my mind.”
Nikki forcibly held herself back from slugging him right then and there. “Hell of a time to decide you’re not in the mood,” she grated.
Jackson’s tone indicated that he addressed her out of courtesy only. If he had any feelings about what he’d just done to her, he wasn’t revealing a thing. He seemed unwilling to commit any sentiment to her presence. “I’ll decide who gets fucked and when,” he snapped.
His answer rankled.
Nikki immediately went on the defensive, putting up her hackles and pulling out her claws. She sat up. “Don’t you mean raped, jackass?” She deliberately twisted his name into an insult and threw it in his face. “You just hijacked a major piece of my ass, and now you’re all sad. Didn’t that make your day, jack-off, fucking a virgin hole?”
He tossed his head, clearing a fall of black hair out of his face. Cruelty sparked in the depths of his haughty gaze. “You can hardly cry victim, Nikki,” he said coldly. “You’re here now because you have that deviant side in you.”
Nikki felt her cheeks heat. Looking at Jackson Sullivan, it was easy to forget he was a demon. He might look human, but there was probably not an ounce of humanity left in him.
“So I’m just as guilty as you are?”
“Yes,” he said coldly.
“Well, since I’m such a bad bitch—” Nikki reached out, whipping the sheet away from his hips, much like he’d earlier ripped it off her naked body. “I guess you won’t mind if I finish off what you started.”
“What—?” he started to say, clearly surprised by the turn of events.
Nikki smiled sweetly. “I’m not a one-orgasm girl, Jack. It takes more than one puny climax to make me happy.”
A ridge of muscle tightened along his jaw. Despite his outer composure, he was thoroughly vexed. “Are you saying you weren’t satisfied?”
She arched one eyebrow and shot an acidic glance toward his exposed privates. “By that?” She laced her grin with more saccharine. “How could I be? You don’t have a clue how to use it.” Her broadside was unflinching in delivery.
And scored a direct hit. The attraction between them was intense, and undeniable.
Nikki wasn’t exactly sure how she was supposed to handle it. She’d have been horrified to land in hell with any other man. But there was something about Jackson Sullivan that electrified her. It was like two magnets coming together: Turned one way, they’d repel one another; turned another way, they couldn’t fail to come clashing together.
He clearly picked up on her thoughts. A smile of interest twitched at his lips. “You think you could do any better with it?”
Ah, that’s just what she wanted. “Oh, I know I could.”
Jackson settled back against the pillows and nodded toward his cock. “Be my guest.”
Nikki shook her head. “Nothing I can do until it’s all nice and clean. No way its going in my mouth after its been up my ass.”
“Understandable.” Jackson snapped his fingers. A table holding a basin, pitcher, and several thick washcloths appeared beside the bed. “Better?”
Nikki scooted toward the edge of the bed. “Kind of old-fashioned,” she commented, lifting and tilting the pitcher toward the basin. Steaming water poured out.
“It does the job,” Jackson said.
She shrugged and dipped a washcloth into the water. “True enough.” Wringing it out, she applied the washcloth to his privates, washing every inch and then some.
Jackson grinned all the way through it. “Nice having such personal service.”
Nikki flicked the tip of the rag toward him. “Don’t expect it all the damn time.” Satisfied with her cleansing, she tossed the washcloth back into the basin. It vanished before she could even blink an eye. “Gotta love the concierge service around here,” she muttered.
She slid back into her former spot between his legs, spreading his thighs wide enough so that she could stretch out between them. Settling on her stomach, she rested her weight on her elbows. Jackson’s flaccid penis was just inches away from her face. His personal scent was rich and arousing, a nice mix of male musk and sweat.
She smiled up at him. “Nice view.”
He grunted. “Thanks.”
Nikki leaned forward and gave the tip of his penis an experimental lick.
Jackson quivered. The beast stirred, rising up in an arch against the cobblestone ridges of his abdomen.
Nikki licked again.
More response.
Jackson quickly recovered his arousal. A benefit if you were destined to fuck all the way through eternity. His cock filled with blood, taking on a life all its own. Sprouting up from thick black curls, his shaft was solid, long, with a wide, flaring crown. A weave of thin veins webbed its length.
Her heart kicked with anticipation. Moisture trickled from her sex, sparked by a fresh rise of lust. Fingers circling his tumescent organ, Nikki slowly jacked her hand up and down his length. His generous balls were tight against his body.
Jackson hadn’t exaggerated when he’d told her he had a lot of cock. He did, a good eight, maybe nine inches. And it wasn’t just all length either. His girth filled a woman’s hand to overflowing. More than a handful, it definitely wouldn’t be wasted either. Need had completely overtaken her senses and wouldn’t be stopped now.
Nikki shivered at the sight of his arousal, wanting him all over again. But this time she’d take control. Droplets of pre-cum seeped from the wide tip. Her tongue flicked out, licking them away.
Jackson closed his eyes, moaning softly. “Damn, that feels good.”
Pleased, Nikki smiled. His responses to her touch were those of any red-blooded male. “It’s about to feel better.”
Her lips closed over the plum-ripe crown. Using just the tip of her tongue, she traced the thin seam separating head from shaft. Then she went deeper, taking him all the way into her mouth. She’d sucked more than one cock in her time, and the depths she could achieve amazed men.
Hands pressing into the mattress on either side of his body, Jackson levered his hips upward, trying to force himself deeper into her mouth.
Nikki immediately pulled back. He wasn’t going to get this cock sucking so fast or so easy. This time she intended to be the one in control—and delivering the pain.
Turnabout was fair play.
Nikki freed the nipple still captured in the clamp he’d applied. Just as he had, she dangled them above his erect organ.
“Remember these?”
Eyes riveted on the clamps, a sharp hiss escaped him. Tension visibly knotted his shoulders. “Oh, you wouldn’t…” he started to say.
Their gazes locked. The look in his eyes wasn’t fear, or even discomfort, but intrigue. No one had ever turned the tables on him. A silent communication passed between them.
Jackson wanted the pain. Would welcome it.
Savoring his breathless anticipation, Nikki nipped the tip of his cock with one of the serrated clamps. “Here?” she teased.
“Put those teeth there, darling Nikki, and I’ll come right now.”
/> She snapped the clamp. “You can’t come yet, Jack.”
“Use them right,” he said.
Nikki clamped both his flat male nipples.
Drawing a sharp breath as the tiny little teeth gnawed deep, Jackson’s head lolled back against the pillows. A long, slow moan slid past his lips. “Mmm…I’ve missed the pain.”
Watching every wave of the pleasure spilling over him, Nikki felt her own lust rise again. Her core pulsed with wet hunger, powerfully stimulated by his enjoyment.
Climbing to her knees, she straddled his hips. Her pussy hovered just inches above him. Hands on his shoulders, she pressed him back even as she lowered herself onto his erection. His length filled her, giving her a delicious sense of power as she conquered every inch. She took him to the hilt, seating herself firmly and completely. His reentry into her depth sent a shiver of pleasure all the way down her spine.
His hands slipped around her hips. Big, warm hands cupped her ass cheeks. “Your cunt is a steel trap. If it had fangs, it would be perfect.”
She tugged the chain spanning Jackson nipples. “If it did,” she breathed, “I’d have your job.”
He winced even as he punished her against his grinding hips. “True.”
But it wasn’t enough.
Nikki wanted more.
Raking her hands through his long hair, she captured a handful of his thick mane. Pulling his head back, her tongue flicked out to tease his lips. Their mouths brushed again.
Jackson turned his head to evade her. “Don’t.”
His refusal startled her.
Nikki tried again. She wanted to taste him, drink him in as his cock plumbed her rippling depth.
He pulled away. “No.” All the while their bodies clashed below the neck.
She captured his face. “Why not?”
Regret flashed across Jackson’s face, disappearing just as quickly as it arrived. Or maybe it was a trick of the shadowy illumination. She wasn’t sure.
“It’s too personal,” he said softly. “Intimate.”
What? He’d had his dick all the way up her ass, and a kiss was too personal?
“We’re fucking right now.” She demonstrated by lifting her hips off his cock, then sliding back down. “I’d say that’s pretty personal, Jackson.”
A sudden growl broke from deep in his throat. With a single quick move, he rolled Nikki’s body under his, assuming the superior position. He caught both her wrists, pinning them down on either side of her head. His cock pressed against her belly like a hot iron bar.
Face-to-face, he stared her down. “It’s not supposed to be like this,” he hissed. “I’m not supposed to feel anything, Nikki.”
A tiny smile teased Nikki’s lips. She deliberately moved her hips under his. “Feel what, Jackson?” she asked innocently.
He tightened his grip on her rope burned wrists. “You,” he growled. “Damn you. It’s never been this way. I’ve never felt anyone before. But you—” He repositioned his hips, impaling her with a single hard thrust. “I feel your touch, your heat around me.”
Head spinning from the sheer erotic ferocity driving his reentry, Nikki gasped, swallowing her groan. No man had ever plumbed her that deeply. The feel of his entrenched shaft sent a shock of pleasurable sensation through her entire body. Her pulse raced as fast as her heart, threatening to outrun the pulsing organ and burst out of her veins.
Jackson’s mouth descended until his lips were just inches from her left ear. His hot breath scorched. “I don’t feel you, Nikki,” he breathed. “You’re nothing to me.” His weight lessened, pulling back.
To prevent him from pulling out, Nikki curled her legs around his body, locking her ankles together over his firm ass. She twisted her wrists under his hold. “Prove it,” she challenged.
He shook his head.
Nikki persisted. “Let me touch you, Jackson, all over.”
His grip lessened a little.
She slipped her arms free. Her hands slipped around to his back. She spread her palms against the wide plane of his back, relishing the feel of rippling muscle under her hands. He was hard and lean, every bit the perfect masculine beast. Her sex pulsed, feeling every last inch of his massive cock.
Jackson looked down at her. His eyes, more green than copper now, burned with lust. “Hurt me,” he urged. “Make me feel you, Nikki.”
Instinctively knowing what he craved, Nikki raked her fingernails into his skin. She’d always kept them long, strong, and sharp enough to tear skin. She raked down his back. Hard.
Shoulders bunching, his hips rolled against hers. Head dipping back, he closed his eyes and moaned. His cock surged.
Nikki wasn’t prepared for the flood of desire that followed. Her body responded instantly to his, wave after wave of sensation pouring through her. Enjoying the feel of his excitement, she raked again. Four thin rows of red marred his pale skin.
Jaw clenching on another moan, Jackson’s mouth tightened. His cock pumped into her, slowly at first, then picking up speed as his desire turned to something desperate, punishing. “Do it again. Make me feel it.”
Excited by his excitement, Nikki dug harder and deeper into his skin. This time she drew a series of thin crimson tracks. Blood welled. Spilled. Tracked down his spine.
Their gazes locked.
Nikki recognized the hunger in his eyes, a powerful stimulant revving up her own carnal needs. A silent communication passed between them. She felt him fighting to hold himself back, not climax too soon.
She opened her mouth to whisper his name but never got to speak. With a sudden and crushing cruelty, his lips descended to hers. His teeth clashed against hers, and his tongue plunged into her mouth the way his cock drove into her sex—brutally and mercilessly.
The connection was so instant—and powerful—that it took Nikki’s breath away. She felt the oxygen being sucked from her lungs but could do nothing about it.
Arms and legs locked around Jackson’s massive frame, Nikki forced her nails deeper, summoning every bit of strength she possessed simply to hold on to him. Skin slick with sweat and blood, her otherworldly lover plundered her mouth and cunt.
The friction was enough to send them both crackling into spontaneous flames.
Jackson rode her fast and hard, giving her no respite. Cock grinding until it was buried to the hilt, his lips demanded kiss after ravening kiss. The kisses burned into her mind like acid.
His mouth finally freed hers. “I’m going to come,” he grated. A body-shaking bellow broke from his throat just as his cock released a stream of pure fire. Surge after surge of exquisite surrender followed. Hot semen poured like molten lava through the center of her core.
Trembling on the edge of another violent orgasm, Nikki released her hold on the precipice and let herself fall into the glorious abyss of pure surrender. Her body convulsed. Orgasmic energy surged through her, an entity so powerful and so amazing that it threatened to tear her down to atoms and scatter them throughout infinity.
Filled and flooded with a sense of infinite strength and belonging, Nikki slowly drifted back toward conscious thought. Strange, unfocused visions swirled through her mind.
She drew a shaky breath, fighting to bring air back to her lungs, to clear her woozy head.
Jackson lay on top of her, his weight close to crushing. Over one of his shoulders, Nikki’s gaze settled on the mass of vicious scratches marring his pale skin. Tracks of blood etched like ink, a crimson portrait of their passion. She’d gotten to him, literally burrowing into his skin.
One corner of her mouth turned up. Now she understood how the power behind inflicting pain could be an incredible aphrodisiac. It was beautiful.
Because I inflicted it.
6
Groaning under his breath, Jackson rolled off Nikki. “Damn, that was—”
Relieved of his massive weight, Nikki sat up, combing her fingers though tangles of long blond hair. Cascading around her bare shoulders, it reached almost to the middle of her ba
ck. The stuff was definitely out of control.
“Fucking fabulous,” she finished, delightfully sated and still panting a little. Deep inside she still trembled from the incredible orgasm they’d shared. His blood stained the tips of her fingers. Looking at her hands, she believed it was the most sensually erotic sight in the world, as if she’d taken communion of his flesh even as his seed filled her womb.
One corner of his mouth quirking into a sexy smile, Jackson reached for his cigarettes on the bedside table. He selected one.
“Fucking fabulous,” he agreed, giving her an artful wink. The tip flared with a brief flame. The scent of dark, rich tobacco filled the air around them with its heady, enticing scent.
Yawning and stretching, Nikki cuddled up against him, laying her head between his flat male nipples and curling a possessive leg over both his. His flaccid penis snuggled in its thatch, its hungers momentarily sated. Her mouth watered at the sight of it. His sweat-musk scent teased her senses, arousing her all over again.
Nikki thought about leaning down and sucking him back to erection, then decided not to. It felt so good just being beside him. Their bodies had fit together so well that it felt like they’d been created for each other. She’d never before met a man who made her shiver and moan the way Jackson Sullivan did.
He was definitely worth going to hell for. She almost found it impossible to believe such a gorgeous piece of hunk was a demon. That boggled the mind. Everything she knew about demons—very little, actually—painted them as ugly, twisted little creatures with glowing red eyes, mouthfuls of sharp fangs, and misshapen bodies. There was definitely nothing misshapen about Jackson. His whole physique had clearly been sculpted by the hands of a loving creator.
As for the postcoital smoke, well, she could use a puff herself. Lifting her hand, she made that gesture so familiar to other smokers.