Debauched (Undone Book 3)

by Jennifer Dawson

  His gaze flickers. “I love that sound you make. That needy little gasp.” His thumbs continue their leisurely circles. “It drives me crazy.”

  “It does?” The surprise is clear in my voice.

  “Everything about you drives me crazy.”

  I bite my lip. I’ve been so anxious and worried and scared I can’t imagine driving him crazy. “Really?”

  “Really.” He slides his fingers inside my bra and pulls the cups down, exposing my breasts, plumping them up and thrusting them out. He lightly pinches them before tugging, and a bolt of desire shoots through me.

  It’s going to be tonight. Suddenly I know all my worry has been for nothing. Ridiculous actually. The idea that Chad Fellows won’t be able to make me have an orgasm is preposterous.

  I want it. Want to sink into it. Into him.

  He meets my gaze. “Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got the most fantastic breasts on the planet.”

  And it happens. What I’ve been searching for, what I’ve been missing, clicks into place. I’m not afraid. I don’t know why or how it’s happened, but I’m not.

  I am free. Empowered. Confident.

  Light in a way I’ve never been, I smile.

  His gaze narrows, before peering at me closely, and I see the exact moment he recognizes the change in me. The air shifts, crackles and becomes alive with an electricity that’s never been there before.

  “Is that a yes?” His voice lowers, becomes more dangerous.

  Instead of worrying me, I find it thrilling. I lick my lips. “Maybe once or twice.”

  He tugs at my nipple again, pulling and rolling them between his fingers. I put my hands on his knees. My back arches, my breasts thrust out in offering. Because it is an offer.

  Gazes still locked together, all my shyness drains away, taken off for parts unknown and I love it. Love everything about the way I feel without it.

  His lips twist and instead of his normal, reassuring smile, it’s pure evil. It draws out his features, highlights his cheekbones so they slash across his face with sharpness and intent. It transforms him, and sitting there in black, he looks beautiful, slightly cruel, calling to some hidden, secret part of me.

  But I don’t cower before it. It makes me feel…powerful.

  He pinches this time, harder—not painful, but with force—and I gasp as sensation travels from my breasts all the way deep in my core, making me clench and ache. Everything he’s done before this moment has been a tease.

  Things just got serious.

  And I’m ready.

  “Someone likes that.” His voice is low and deep. He repeats his actions. Once. Twice. Again.

  My head falls back as my fingers dig into his knees. I rock my body, sliding against his hard cock.

  I need him to fuck me. I don’t care about orgasms. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is he fills me up.

  Makes me his.

  One hand grips my hip. I bear down as he surges up. His fingers dig into the curve of my ass and I can feel the muscles flex and tighten under his touch. Then his other hand clasps me and he yanks me forward, grinding me against his erection.

  Everything is on fire.

  Everything that’s been simmering below the surface comes to a rapid boil.

  My thighs tighten around him.

  And the friction. God, the friction. I never want it to end.

  His hands tight on me, he says, “Give me that mouth.”

  Dazed, I lift my head, and then he’s kissing me, delivering on the promises he’d made the first night he touched me.

  He’s hard and ruthless. Claiming. Commanding. Possessive.

  And best of all he’s not holding back. There is no deference.

  His head slants, deepening the contact between us.

  Our tongues tangle.

  Our breaths turn hot and panting.

  He growls low in his throat. The sound primal and guttural and it sends shivers racing down my spine and exploding over my skin.

  He shifts. Tumbles us to the couch, trapping me under him.

  The kiss turns hotter, wetter. More insistent and demanding.

  He pulls away and looks down at me, shaking his head. “Fuck, that is a goddamn gorgeous sight.”

  I’m mindless. I lift my hips. “Please.”

  He kisses me again before whispering in my ear, “The way you say please makes my cock hard.”

  I bow, working my fingers under his shirt, stroking over his back. “Please keep talking.”

  He circles his hips, rocking against where I need him most, his breath hot in my ear. “Am I going to find your cunt wet?”

  I clamp my legs around his waist. “Yes.”

  “That’s right.” My skirt is bunched at my hips and he slides his hands up my leg, squeezing the soft flesh there. “Because you’re a good girl.”

  The words inflame me. “I need…something.”

  His fingers slide across my stomach. “I know what you need.”

  “What? Please tell me.” I arch, silently begging him to go on.

  He slips inside my panties. “You need to be fucked.”

  He goes lower. “Claimed.”

  Lower. “Ruined.”

  He circles my clit and I gasp at the slickness, at his words.

  His teeth scrape my neck. “Ripped apart and put back together again.”

  “Yes.” I arch my hips into his hand. That sounds exactly right. Exactly what I’ve been searching for. Needing. Wanting.

  His lips play over my jaw as he teases me with soft feathery touches. “For a girl that’s not supposed to be thinking about orgasms you’re awfully wet.”

  I still and open my eyes, my vision sharp and focused. “Chad.”

  He lifts his head. “Ruby.”

  I trace a path over the line of his jaw. “I’m not thinking about orgasms.”

  Because I’m not.

  His gaze flashes, his eyes darken. He circles my clit, over and over, not with direct pressure, just making me want it. “What are you thinking about?”

  I tell him the absolute truth. I’ve said variations of these words before—trite and meaningless—with the intent to hurry the guy along, to distract him from my lack of involvement. This is the first time I’ve meant them. Understood them. This is the first time they’ve had meaning. “How much I want your cock inside me. How much I need to feel it.” I swallow hard. These words I have never said to anyone. “I want to belong to you, to give you something I’ve never given anyone.”

  It’s his turn to still, his fingers resting where I want him most. His blue eyes darken to sapphire, become fathomless. Captivating me so I lose myself. He slides out of my panties, up my stomach and over my breasts to cup my jaw. He kisses me, soft and sweet, before lifting his head and looking into my eyes. “Ruby, you do belong to me. You are absolutely mine.”

  I lick my lower lip. “I’ve never belonged to anyone before.”

  “Good.” He traces a path down my collarbones and over my breast, stopping to tug at my nipple. “I’m not letting you go.”

  My hips arch and I suck in a breath.

  He continues, driving me crazy, making me hot and restless and consumed with desire. “Your mind’s accepting what your body has known all along.”

  “What?” The word is nothing more than a harsh pant.

  He nips my bottom lip, running his tongue over the flesh he has trapped there before releasing me. “I own you.”

  I feel the words all the way in my bones. “Yes.”

  He leaves my breast and makes a path down my stomach and into my panties, only to touch lightly with no real pressure.

  I arch my hips. “Will you do what you did at the restaurant?” It feels like I’ve traveled a lifetime since then.

  “What did I do?” His words are gruff.

  “I don’t know.” I gesture. “With your hand.”

  “Like this?” He makes a V with his fingers and squeezes, and it sends electricity rising through me.

 
I cry out, pressing into the couch and twisting at the sensation.

  “Or like this?” He shifts, thrusts two fingers inside me, and grinds the heel of his hand against my clit.

  “Yes!” My voice is a short, sharp burst.

  “Which one?” His tone is amused.

  “Both.” I close my eyes, sinking into the couch as another keening bolt of pleasure spears through me. “Oh, god, please don’t stop.”

  He plunges in and out, palm rubbing my clit, and it’s so good.

  So, so good.

  My hips jerk and gyrate, catching the rhythm of his movements.

  “That’s right, ride my fingers like a good little girl.”

  Lust crashes through me—I don’t know why his words cause such an inferno and right now I don’t care—I just give in to it.

  He shifts again, pulling out to rub my clit in that exquisite squeezing motion.

  My harsh breathing fills the air. For the first time I don’t think. Don’t worry. Don’t have an out-of-body experience. I’m right here. In this room. With Chad.

  Who’s so fucking talented he should be illegal.

  I’m so close. I’m terrified he’ll stop so I ask again. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

  “I won’t, Ruby.” He plunges inside me again and sets a dirty rhythm that drives me out of my mind. “You just let go whenever you’re ready and I’ve got you.”

  I clutch his shirt, fisting it and curling my hands into a tight fist. My head thrashes as I almost catch the orgasm, my muscles tighten and I chase it, but then it’s gone.

  He switches back to focusing all his attention on the hard, needy bud between my legs. “Don’t try, girl. Don’t even think. Relax.”

  I coil taut as another bolt of sensation lashes through me. I’m sweating. I’m so close. So, so close.

  He stops, but before I can demand he continue, he pulls back and swats me, full on my mound. “Stop trying.”

  I freeze as the full impact of what he’s done washes over me at the same instant pleasure explodes through me. My lids fly open and I meet his gaze.

  His jaw is hard and a muscle works. He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, instinct took over.”

  I blink. “Instinct?”

  “Yes.” He swallows, his expression darkening. “Sometimes pain helps with focus.”

  “It didn’t hurt.”

  He tilts his head. “No?”

  “It did…but…” I flush, then do the most depraved act since that night we talked on the phone and I’d licked myself. I open my thighs and lift. “Do it again.”

  His expression turns hungry and feral, but he doesn’t deliver. Instead, he raises a brow. “Is that how you ask?”

  I arch more. I don’t know what’s happening between us, but desire and need has amplified, pulsing the air. “Will you please do it again, Chad?”

  His fingers circle my clit. “Do what?”

  I bite my lip. Not sure what words to use. I mean, I know the words, I just don’t know how to form them on my lips and say them.

  His eyes are bright, but unrelenting. “Ask me, specifically, Ruby.”

  This should be cooling my blood, but it’s having the opposite effect. Lust is pounding through me like a stampede. My core literally clamps down in response to the words. I don’t understand it, but I don’t want to question. Because I’m on the precipice of something profound and I don’t want to lose it. I lick my lips. “Please hit me like that again.”

  He pulls back and his fingers snap against me. “Like that?”

  The impact radiates out like a rock plunking into the water, creating a rippling effect that crests through my body. I moan. “Yes, like that.”

  He does it again.

  I close my eyes. And sink into the exquisite, wicked sensation. He’s right; it does focus me. All other thoughts trickle from my mind, leaving my sole concentration on the strike of his hand. It’s not hard. It’s like a thud. A rhythmic, mindless thing I can lose myself in.

  “More?” he says, hot in my ear.

  I open my legs wider. Later I’ll be embarrassed but I don’t have time for that now. Not with something so important happening. “Please.”

  “Harder?”

  “Can you?”

  “Yes.”

  In answer, I arch higher. At some point my foot has moved to the floor, providing me leverage.

  “Stay like that. Just like that.” He starts again, this time with more stinging force.

  I scream. Actually scream with the pleasure. I start rocking my hips to meet his strokes.

  It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

  It hurts, kind of, but I don’t know. It’s too good to hurt. It’s completely depraved, completely wanton and abandoned. Some distant part of my mind wants to insert itself, to stop what’s happening as too much, but then he hits me again, and it dissolves into thin air. I don’t even process the word before I say it. I just whisper it in a voice I don’t even recognize. “Harder. Please.”

  He shifts, changing his angle, and then strikes.

  I feel it everywhere. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head. My fingers tingle with it. It’s in the tight pull of my nipples. The fullness of my lips. The rapid rise and fall of my chest, and shake of my thighs. I gasp out his name. “Chad.”

  His breathing is as fast as my own. “Let it happen, Ruby. You’re right there. Just let it happen.”

  “I—”

  He hits me harder. “Shhh… Don’t think about it.” Again he strikes, and then squeezes my clit. “You’re so wet. Soaking my hand.”

  He’s right, I’m right there. Ready to come. The words tumble through my mind. “I—” I trail off as he hits me again, the words scattering in a million directions.

  He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t stop. “That’s right, it’s completely fucking depraved.” Another thud. “And hot. So damn hot.” A stinging slap. “All I can think about is how hot your cunt is going to be when I fuck you.”

  My hips move relentlessly, seeking the contact of his hand.

  “Let go, and come for me.”

  And with that, on the next strike, I do. I freeze, my hips raised; all my muscles tense as the most powerful orgasm of my life screams through me, crashing over me. He smacks me one more time then ruthlessly works my clit as wave after wave washes over me in blinding, soul-drenching ecstasy.

  Chad

  I lose my fucking mind as I watch her come apart. She’s exactly how I wanted her—mindless, unthinking, greedy in her own pleasure. She works her clit into my hand, demanding and gorgeous.

  I didn’t plan on fucking her tonight but I know that’s no longer an option. I need it. She needs it. I don’t question it, but I know it’s right. What needs to happen. She needs to feel my ownership of her body, as much as I do. Even though she’s not processing what’s happening between us.

  I don’t want her to come down, so I kiss her. Unleash all my considerable lust on her.

  I roll on top of her and she’s still grinding her cunt against me, trying to chase the pleasure that had stormed through her. I’d seen the change in her, and had known that after all these weeks she’d come for me, but the execution. Christ. I never expected that.

  It was the hottest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

  I roll her nipple, harder than I’ve dared before in all the hours I’d touched her. She moans needy in my mouth, pressing harder. I tug and twist, firmer and more insistent. Her body writhes and she goes crazy against me.

  I stop being careful with her. Because, I realize my mistake now. She’d needed the coaxing at first, because that’s the only way she’d ever trust me—if she felt no pressure at all. She needed to relax and be given the freedom to stop pretending.

  But I see what really drives her now. How she needs to be pushed.

  I move down her body, suck her nipple into my mouth and bite down. I’ll leave a mark in my wake, a memory for tomorrow.

  She cries out and bucks against me.

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��m going to lose it on her.

  When I’d smacked her the first time I’d been riding pure instinct but the second she’d frozen I’d been sure I’d ruined everything. When she spread her legs and asked for more I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

  I sink my teeth into her flesh and tug.

  She calls out my name, twining her hands in my hair, and pushes me closer.

  Something has broken between us and there are absolutely no walls. No going back.

  I’ve pushed past all her reserve and am seeing the Ruby that lives underneath. The one nobody has ever seen but me. It makes me greedy for more, demanding and ruthless.

  I lift my head and slide up her body. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  She drags her needy pussy against my stomach, slicking my flesh. “Yes.”

  I grip her chin. “Open your eyes.”

  Her lashes flutter open and all I see there is dazed, heady lust.

  “I’m not going to take my time.”

  She sucks in a breath.

  “I’m not going to go easy on you.”

  She’s making desperate little circles of her hips, working her clit against me.

  I nip her bottom lip. “I’m going to use you for my own pleasure and when I’m done, there’s not anything you won’t do for me.”

  She shudders, drags her nails down my back, and arches her neck in offering. “Yes. Anything.”

  And that’s it. I’m done.

  I rear up, think about ripping her skirt down her legs, but change my mind. I love the way she looks right now. Breasts spilling over her bra, skirt bunched around her waist, thigh highs against pale skin. Chest heaving, mouth swollen, she stares up at me with those brilliant fucking eyes and looks completely undone, completely debauched.

  If I custom designed a fantasy, she’d look exactly like this.

  I strip my shirt over my head, unbuckle my belt, and shove down my pants and underwear. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of my cock, and with all the times we fooled around I’ve forgotten she’s never really seen me. I’m larger than normal, thicker. I’ll stretch her and she’ll be tight as hell around me.

  I reach into the shallow drawer of my coffee table and grab a condom. She’s still staring at my cock, and I see some semblance of rationality sneaking over her, so acting on instinct again I slap her breast, then her nipple.