Zero Tolerance

by Lynn Burke

  “No. You wouldn’t ever hurt me.”

  I opened my mouth, but she hurried on.

  “You wouldn’t lay a hand on me to hurt, hurt me. Your pain is meant to give pleasure.”

  My shoulders relaxed, and I settled back in my seat. “That’s exactly right.”

  “I don’t know if I could be the type of submissive you need,” she whispered a few seconds later, “but I’m willing to try things. See what I like and what I don’t.”

  I squeezed her hand.

  “Would you be willing to show me … after, you, we…” Cheeks pink, she bit on her lower lip.

  “I would love to.” I lifted our clasped hands and kissed her knuckles. “You know what a safe word is?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, for now—tonight—or whenever—a simple stop will work, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “So.” I released her hand and lowered the air conditioning. “What’s the plan for dealing with Billy the asshole?”

  “My parents wondered if you could take me over to Dina’s for the night. Since I thought I saw him, they don’t want me home for a couple of days.”

  “The fucker should have done more time for putting that scar on your neck.” I clenched my jaw to keep from cursing until hoarse. “You’re not staying at Dina’s. You’re staying with me.”

  Jasmine didn’t reply, and I eventually glanced over at her.

  Eyes wide, she stared at me.

  “Will your parents be all right with that?”

  “I-I honestly don’t know.”

  “Dial your mom. I want to talk to her.”

  She complied and handed me the phone.

  It rang twice.

  “Hey, Pumpkin,” her mom’s voice sounded in my ear.

  “Mrs. Swift, it’s Micah Fox.”

  “Oh!” Her voice betrayed her smile. “Frank and I were just talking about you.”

  “I wondered why my ears were ringing,” I said with a smile, glancing over at Jasmine.

  Her lips twitched, her hands once more clasped in her lap.

  “I know you asked Jasmine to go to Dina’s tonight, but she’s going to stay with me.” No asking, no wondering if that would be okay. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight not knowing if she was safe and sound.”

  “Oh. Well.” She sounded flustered. “I-I suppose that would be okay. Can I speak with her?”

  “Of course.” I handed the phone to Jasmine, and returned to clutching the steering wheel.

  “Hey, Mom.”

  I strained to make out her mom’s words but couldn’t.

  “I will. Yes. Yes, Mom.”

  I caught Jasmine’s eye roll.

  “He’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman.” Her cheeks blushed as she cast a sideways glance my way. “I promise. Yes. Love you, too, Mom.”

  Her mom murmured a bit more.

  “I’ll call you in the morning.” Jasmine hung up and dropped the phone into her bag between her feet.

  “The whole be careful talk?” I asked, brow raised.

  She giggled, lightening my mood. “Of course.”

  With the news her attacker had moved back into town, I expected the plans for the evening had been shot to shit. But I could deal. I didn’t want to get involved sexually unless her mind was one-hundred-percent in, no distraction, no issue to take away or hinder what the experience could be for us.

  Jasmine touched my arm.

  I loosened my grip from the steering wheel and wrapped my hand around hers once more.

  At least she’d reached out to me for comfort. I heaved a deep breath and focused on getting us home where I could lock us in, set the alarm, and relax.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jasmine

  “Glass of wine?” Micah asked, shutting the door behind me.

  “That would be great, thanks.”

  He keyed in the code for the alarm system, tossed his keys on the island, and took two wine glasses from the cabinet. “Red or white?”

  “Red.” I shrugged as he glanced at me. “Gets me loopier faster than white.”

  “A little escaping reality might be a good idea.”

  Heaving a huge sigh, I lounged on the couch, eyes closed, head tipped back. Billy had moved back into town—and stalked me regardless of the restraining order. Unfortunately, a simple slip of paper hardly ever hindered a wacko from shadowing or going after their obsession.

  “Here.”

  I lifted my head and took the glass of red from Micah, our fingers brushing as he released his hold. Zero anxiety yet again. The knot that had twisted when Mom called unraveled the slightest bit, and I withered in my seat.

  Micah settled beside me. He held up his glass. “To assholes getting what they deserve, and moving on with your life.”

  “I’ll cheers to that,” I said with a light laugh. “I’m so ready to move on.”

  We sipped, and he lowered his gaze to the glass wrapped in his hands. “I think we ought to forget those plans for dessert tonight.”

  My heart plummeted. “What? Why?”

  He shrugged and glanced up at me. Concern etched his brow. “If and when we take the next step, I want your whole head in the game. I don’t want anything tickling at the back of your skull, anything that would take away from the experience or keep you from enjoying yourself to the fullest.”

  I thought of being full—full of Micah’s cock—and remembered the way his touch turned me on. Need lifted my hand, and I swiped my thumb over his lips. “When you touch me, I can’t think of anything else. I’m consumed with you and what you’re doing to me … honestly, I forgot my name when you made me come the other night.”

  His low groan lit a fire between my thighs. “Do you know how hard it is to be honorable and think straight when you say things like that?”

  “I want you, Micah. Forget the wine. I need you to make me forget reality tonight.”

  Heat filled his gaze, sending twinges through my pussy. He placed his glass on the coffee table and took mine, doing the same. “If at any time I make you uncomfortable, just say stop.”

  “I will.”

  Micah stood and held out his hand.

  I slid my palm against his, and he tugged me to my feet, sliding his other hand along my cheek. “I’m going to make this good for you, Jasmine. A night you’ll never forget.” His lips closed over mine, and I clung to his shirt as my knees threatened to buckle.

  He snaked an arm around my back, holding me loosely—too far away from his hard chest and the heat emanating from his body.

  Pressing my chest to his brought a groan to his lips, and his arms tightened.

  This. This is what I’ve been missing. Closeness. Connection.

  How had I lived without physical touch outside of my mother and sisters for so long? Micah’s arms were heaven, his lips the sweetest escape on earth, and his tongue… God, his tongue.

  He pulled back too soon, leaving me weak-kneed and trembling. Without a word, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. The sight of his massive bed sent a shiver down my spine, pebbling my skin.

  “Can I undress you?” he asked, stepping close to my back but not touching.

  “Yes,” I whispered, unable to move as his breath caressed my ear.

  Gentle hands gathered my cover-up at my hips and slowly lifted the material, pulling it up and over my head. His fingertips brushed my hair over my shoulder and tugged on the bikini tie at the nape of my neck.

  “I’ve been dreaming about taking this off your body all day long,” he murmured, fingertips trailing down to the second tie at the middle of my back.

  More delicious shivers snaked their way down my entire body, and I bit the inside of my lip to keep from moaning.

  He untied the second tie, and my bikini top slipped off my breasts and fell to the floor. My breath sounded loud in my ears atop the thump of my heartbeat.

  Micah’s fingers slid under the edges of my bikini bottoms at my hips. “Okay?” he murmured in my ear, the he
at of his almost-touching body flaming through me.

  Swallowing, I nodded, and he tugged, squatting behind me to lift first one of my feet then the other, helping me step from the scrap of soaked material.

  He groaned. “You smell so fucking good.”

  I closed my eyes as he breathed deep and ran his nose up through my ass crack.

  “So fucking good.” Standing, he returned his heat against my back. “Lay down on the bed, Jasmine.”

  Somehow, I managed to make my legs move, and I sat on the edge of the bed, scooting back to lay down.

  Micah stared between my legs while reaching behind his head to grab his t-shirt and rip it off overhead.

  My mouth dried. Even though I’d been checking him out all day on the beach, I couldn’t get enough. Thick pecs, ripples of abs leading down to that luscious V disappearing beneath his shorts, and that hard, tenting ridge.

  He reached into his shorts and pulled out his cock. “Is this what you want?”

  I licked my lips. “Yes.”

  Another groan left him as he pushed his shorts all the way down. He hesitated, his gaze roaming up my legs, to my pussy, up over my breasts, until our eyes finally met, his hand stroking along his length the entire time. “You’re sure?”

  “I’ve never wanted anything so damn much in my life.”

  He kneeled on the bed by my feet and crawled forward, my legs spreading to accommodate him as though on their own. “Keep your eyes on me,” he murmured, his lips brushing over my pubic bone, “so you know who’s touching you.”

  My chest tightened over his concern, different from anxiety’s vise. I propped up on my elbows to watch him dip his head lower, tongue flicking up through my soaked folds. “Oh God.” A tremor rushed through me, and I wanted to throw my head back, eyes closed while basking in a world I’d only dreamed of. Thinking of anything beyond Micah’s tongue, teeth, and lips as he ate me out was damn near impossible.

  I panted for breath, whines escaping me, pleadings for more as he took long, languid licks of the wetness slipping from my pussy. “I need you,” I groaned as he suckled my clit deep into his mouth, the slight sting only adding to my arousal. “Please, Micah.”

  He kissed his way up my stomach, taking care to keep his weight off of me. Palmed my breasts and suckled until I writhed beneath him. Open-mouth kisses swept over my collarbone and back again, and I finally closed my eyes, giving over to the absolute need wracking my body.

  “I’m okay, Micah,” I whimpered, trying to reassure him that I was ready, that I wanted him desperately.

  He slid his cock up through my wetness, and I grasped at his waist with my thighs, trying to make him take me.

  “Condom,” he muttered, reaching for the side table.

  “I don’t want anything between us,” I whispered, opening my eyes again, meeting his heated stare. “I’m on the pill.”

  “I got tested monthly while working, so I know I’m clean.”

  I nodded and wrapped my ankles around his tight ass. “Take me. Please.”

  Cradling my face in his hands, he brushed his lips across mine, gentle and sweet as though cherishing the moment.

  Wiggling my hips beneath him got his cock pressed against my entrance, and I moaned a complaint when he continued on with the slow tongue-fucking of my mouth.

  His ass flexed beneath my ankles, and his cock breached my opening. He stilled about two inches in and lifted his head, peering into my eyes.

  “More,” I whispered, lifting my hips.

  Another two inches, another pause.

  “Goddammit, Micah! Fuck me.”

  A growl rumbled from his chest, and he captured my mouth and thrust in, bottoming out against my cervix.

  I gasped against his mouth over the sting, the stretching fullness—I felt sure I would split in two he was so fucking big.

  “Fuck. I’m so fucking sorry.” He started to pull out, but I held him tight with my legs, grasped my hands in the escaped strands of his hair and tugged his mouth back to mine.

  “I see only you, Micah,” I said against his mouth, pulling him toward me with my ankles. “All I feel is you. Now, fuck me.” I bit his lower lip.

  A shudder rippled down his body, and he bruised my mouth with his kiss, thrusting deep inside of me again.

  I arched my back, trying to take him deeper, but he pulled out and angled his hips to slide back in.

  “Oh God!” I pressed my breasts against his chest and grabbed hold of his back, my nails digging into his skin.

  “You’re mine, Jasmine,” he said, his cock hitting my cervix and tingling my toes. “Every fucking inch of your body, your mind, is mine.”

  “Yes.” I licked my dry lips as his slow thrusts drew my climax closer.

  He gyrated his hips, grinding his pelvis against my clit, and I gasped. “I want you to come all over my cock. I want you to squeeze me with this hot pussy, milk every last drop from me.”

  I moaned my agreement, chasing the high awaiting me.

  He palmed my breast and lifted it to his mouth, his teeth scraping, tongue soothing as his thrusts grew faster. More forceful. His teeth closed over my nipple, and my world blew to the fucking stars.

  “Fuck! Micah!” I convulsed beneath him, my hands tangled in his hair and pulling him closer, my thighs squeezing along with every spasm deep inside my pussy sending gushes of cum all over his cock. “Oh God!”

  “Fuck, yes.” He planked over me, lowering his gaze to where he slammed into me over and over as aftershocks continued to shudder through me. “So fucking hot. Fucking perfect.”

  He thrust deep and tipped his head back, veins sticking out in his neck, jaw clenched.

  Hot spurts erupted deep inside of me as he groaned my name and fell on top of me, claiming my mouth while filling me with his cum.

  My body buzzed, hummed with energy. Finally living.

  His kisses and thrusts slowed until he relaxed his weight on me and buried his face in my neck. The scruff on his cheeks prickled and tickled, and I gasped, shying away.

  “Shit!” He pulled back, his still-hard cock slipping from my body.

  I giggled, and grabbed his arms before he retreated completely. “Just tickled is all.”

  His slow smile warmed me through, settling in my chest as he slid back up my body again, nestling his softening cock against my soaked core. “You’re okay?”

  “Fan-fucking-tastic.” I laughed. “Holy shit, that was awesome.”

  He grinned. “High praise like that will get you whatever the fuck you want.”

  I slid my ankles back up around his ass and squeezed. “How about a fuck whenever I want?”

  “God, yes.” He brushed my lips with his, and I gave over to his probing tongue and the warmth rekindling between my thighs.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Micah

  The moonlight poured through the open drapes, lighting Jasmine’s sleeping face. Swollen lips parted, cheeks still flushed, blonde hair a riotous mess on my pillow. The pulse beat steady in her neck, and my gaze trailed lower to where the sheet slipped beneath one of her breasts. Perfect globes that fit in my hand, nipples that made my mouth water.

  My woman. Every inch—and she’d agreed when I’d told her that.

  She didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t going back to her parents’ place.

  I’d cleaned her up, and she’d fallen asleep with her head on my chest after a solid two hours of cuddles and pillow talk—two things of which I never did. Asshole Billy and the fact he might be stalking her hadn’t come up a single time. He lingered in the back of my head, though. I wouldn’t rest easy until he’d been dealt with.

  While I wasn’t a violent person, I knew a shady character or two. Temptation to send him deep out to sea teased with my conscience. The knowledge he’d violated her, fucked up her head for so many years, tensed my body. Made me see fucking red.

  I wanted to kill the motherfucker.

  Jasmine sighed and rolled away from me, the sheet slipping low
across her back and pulling me into reality.

  Unable to help myself, I feathered my fingertips down her side to the dip of her waist and back up over the flare of her hip, pushing the sheet away from her body.

  Fucking perfect ass. Round globes I wanted red with my handprint while I thrust balls deep inside her puckered hole.

  I closed my eyes as my cock took an interest in the thoughts clouding my head. There wouldn’t be any marking of her body. No handprints. No stripes from a flogger. No welts from my favorite cane.

  She’d said she wanted to try, but what if pain wasn’t her thing? Could I live a vanilla life?

  Opening my eyes, I decided I’d make myself content with whatever she’d give.

  Hand on her hip, I moved forward, cradling her backside with my body. Remnants of her flowery perfume lingered beneath the scent of the ocean clinging to her shoulder.

  I ran my nose across her back, breathing deep and filling my lungs. The soft strands of her hair caressed my face, and I nuzzled in, gently wrapping my arm around her.

  She rubbed her hand along my forearm and sighed again. “I fell asleep.”

  “Yes.”

  “Mmm.”

  A slow stretch arched her back, pressing her ass against my cock, and I flexed my hips. “Are you sore?”

  “A little, but not too bad.” Her low husky voice drew my balls up, and I rubbed my cock against her ass again.

  “You’ve got a great ass.” I trailed my hand down her hip and over her top globe, squeezing and kneading. I thought of my handprint on her ass again, and lifted her leg back over mine, spreading her open to make me forget about a good spanking. My fingers brushed over her pubic hair and slipped through the damp warmth beneath. Rimming her pussy hole brought a moan to her lips, and coated my fingers with her cream.

  “I love it when you touch me,” she whispered, lifting a hand to grab hold of my head.

  Given the green light, I pressed two fingers into her tight sheath, my cock jerking and smearing pre-cum on the back of her thigh. “You’re so fucking wet. So tight.” I pulled my fingers out and swept them up over her hard nub.

  “Oh…” She arched into me, thrusting her ass against me.

  I shifted up on the bed, grabbed my cock between her spread thighs, and rubbed myself against her soaked folds. “Do you want me?”