“So wet. So much need. Poor darlin’.”
She cried out as he flicked her clit.
“You need to come, don’t you, baby?”
She curled her hands into the covers beneath her. She’d never been with someone who liked to talk during sex. Normally, they just liked to get straight down to it. A bit of boob work, a few swipes over her clit, then a wham, a bam and a thank you before they headed out the door. But not Curt. Who’d have known he’d turn into a chatterbox during sex?
His gaze narrowed, and he lightly smacked his hand down over her clit. She cried out, the sensation wavering between pleasure and pain.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”
Oh, God. What the hell had he asked her?
As if sensing her memory lapse, he cupped her mound, the heat of his palm searing her. “Do you need to come, Jenna?”
Why was he asking such a stupid question? Of course, she needed to come.
“Here’s a tip, sweetheart. Until you answer me, you don’t get to come.”
Oh, fuck. “Yes,” she gritted out.
“Yes, what?” He slowly ran his finger up and down her clit. Oh, God, she wanted to feel him touch her. Truly touch her.
“Yes, I want to come.”
He grinned at her. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”
Actually, it had been pretty fucking difficult. But his look of approval warmed the part of her that was constantly in search of praise. She found herself smiling back at him.
He tugged at her panties then suddenly grabbed the waistband and ripped them in two.
“Hey!” She reached for the pieces of material only to find he’d flung them away and was now studying her pussy. Her freshly waxed pussy. Even though she might not have played at Saxons, she’d kept herself groomed. Just in case.
Now, she was grateful she had.
“You ripped my panties.”
He gave the bit of material now lying on the floor a disparaging look. “I hate those things. Just another layer of clothing that hides you from me. If you’re in a skirt or dress I want to be able to bend you over whatever piece of furniture is close and take you. To push you up against a wall and lick and suck your pussy until you scream as you come. I want access to you when I want. How I want.”
She didn’t wear many skirts, tonight had been a rarity, but she thought, perhaps, she’d be doing some shopping very soon.
He ran a finger over the top of her mound. “Very nice.”
More approval. That starved part of her sat up and took notice. From the way his gaze narrowed, she thought he might be aware of how much his praise meant to her.
“You’re beautiful, Jenna.”
“I’m not. I’m short and chubby.”
He snorted. “I don’t know why women think they have to be tall and willowy. That might be what some men like, but, personally, I like curves. Sweet, sweet curves.” And as he studied her with admiration, she believed him.
“I want to look at you. Pull your legs apart and raise them. Hold them back.”
Oh, hell.
She hesitated for a moment, and he gave her a firm look.
Time to be brave, Jenna. You wanted this. You knew who he was before you got into this.
She pulled her legs back, knowing he could see everything. She was completely vulnerable, and if it had been anyone but Curt there was no way she could have done this.
He drew the lips of her pussy apart, as though inspecting her. She almost forgot to breathe as he ran a finger over her inner lips, down and up, circling her clit. He drew his finger to his mouth and sucked.
A low sound escaped from her as shock filled her. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and pinning her with a look so hot her pulse raced.
“Delicious.”
Oh, fuck. She was so out of her depth it wasn’t funny. But there was no way she was turning back. No way in hell.
“Keep those legs where they are. I want to explore.”
Explore? He didn’t mean . . . As he laid down and took a long lick of her juices, she groaned. Yep, he meant just that. He spread her lips apart and feasted. Driving his tongue inside her, before flicking at her swollen clit. He played, he teased, never quite giving her enough to send her crashing over. Then he pushed two fingers deep, and she cried out as he firmly tapped her clit. He drove his fingers in and out until she fell over into bliss, screaming out his name. Shudders rocked her as she lay, gasping for breath. He kissed her mound gently, as though attempting to help her calm down.
“Curt. Curt.”
“Easy, baby. You’re safe. I’m here.”
It was almost too much. The sensations rocking her so powerful and all-consuming, like nothing she’d felt before. While she was still trying to recover from the most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced, he prodded her asshole with his wet finger. Jenna dropped her legs in shock, trying to close him out.
He stilled then stared up at her.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, Jenna?”
“N-no.” She’d dreamed about it, seen some anal play at the club, but no one had ever touched her there. He drew his fingers away, and she bit her lip, upset. She’d disappointed him.
“We’ll save that for another day,” he promised. “Damn, sweetheart, I want to pick you up and carry you around with me, keeping you safe, but at the same time I want to ravage you until you scream and beg, calling my name.”
“I’ll take number two,” she told him.
He chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. That is exactly what you’re going to get.”
What was going on with him? He didn’t usually talk this much during sex. But then, when was the last time he’d fucked anyone who actually meant something to him? A long time ago. Amelia. Before he’d realized her true colors.
He shook his head. She didn’t belong here. In this bed with Jenna. Not with the woman he loved.
Fuck. When had he fallen in love with her? He could tell himself it was the sex talking, but it wasn’t. He hadn’t even fucked her yet. This wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t about the need to dominate her, although that was strong. And even though he’d told her they’d take things slow, he couldn’t stop himself from taking command. That was just a part of who he was.
Looking down at her, he wanted to promise her everything. But he couldn’t. However, he would do whatever he had to for her to be happy and safe.
Thankfully, she’d reacted well to his orders. She’d joined a BDSM club, for fucks sake. He still couldn’t believe that. He didn’t like that she’d been to Saxons without him.
Never again.
He’d be accompanying her whenever she went to a club. And there would be no doubts who she belonged to. Him. Forever.
But now wasn’t the time to tell her that. To claim her fully. Not when she had so much shit going on.
“I wish I had my gear here. I’d put a spreader bar between your feet then pin them back to the headboard.”
She stiffened.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’m not sure I could be tied down, at least not my feet, not after…”
“Oh baby, of course that’s a trigger for you.” Regret filled his face. “I’m sorry. No bonds. Not until you’re ready.”
He leaned over, taking his weight on his hands as he kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, taking command of the kiss. Of her. Moving down her neck, he nipped at her skin. Not too hard, not enough to mark her, but enough to satisfy that primal need inside him to claim her.
Despite her orgasm, she was already breathing hard again, her desire clear. Fuck, she was amazing. He leaned to the side and cupped the breast closest to him, squeezing gently, watching her for any signs of discomfort. Although her breath caught, she didn’t look scared or unsure. She looked like she wanted to demand more.
Then that’s what he’d give her. He flicked his tongue over her nub, smiling as he heard her make an irritated noise. His little sub needed to learn how to be
patient.
Fuck. My sub. That was more than he could have hoped for. He pinched her nipple and heard her gasp.
“Curt!”
He scraped his teeth across it, and she cried out. Quickly, he surrounded the bud with the heat of his mouth, soothing it even as he reached down and lightly tugged at her clit. His cock throbbed in reaction, pressing painfully against his jeans.
Standing, he quickly stripped, aware of the way she watched him. He didn’t have the prettiest of bodies. He had scars. He’d led a hard life. He stood for a moment, letting her take him in. If she rejected him now . . .
What was wrong with him? He’d never felt this vulnerable before. Not even with Amelia. Just as well. She would have pounced on any weakness and used it to her advantage.
But he needn’t have worried. Jenna’s eyes were filled with longing, with heat. She sat up and reached for him, tracing her hands over his shoulders, running them over a scar on his bicep.
“Knife,” he told her, then regretted being so honest as her eyes widened. But then she leaned in and kissed his scar.
He grinned. “Bit old to have my boo-boos kissed, aren’t I?”
“Hush. Let me. I don’t like the idea of you being hurt.”
Yeah, well, he knew how that felt. She touched a scar on his side.
“Bullet.”
She took in a sharp breath but didn’t say anything, moving down, onto her knees on the floor in front of him. It was his turn to take a deep breath as she positioned herself at eye level with his hard cock. But she didn’t stare at his groin, instead she just gave it a quick glance then gently ran her fingers over an old scar on his upper thigh.
“Barbed wire.”
She winced, glancing up at him. He grinned. “Yeah, wasn’t pretty. I was about ten. Ripped my skin up good.”
“Ouch.” She moved behind him, going through all the scars she could find. Finally, he turned and pulled her up, drawing her against him, loving the feel of her skin against his.
“Enough,” he told her.
Her eyes were filled with sorrow. Empathy. God, she was killing him. How could she still be so gentle and good considering everything that had happened to her?
He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her lightly before grabbing her around the waist and lifting her, placing her back on the bed. Then he knelt beside her, staring down at her.
“I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you.”
She looked down at his cock then reached out with one hand, hesitating before she touched him, looking up at him. A ridiculous surge of pleasure filled him at the way she looked at him, waiting for his lead. He nodded. “Touch me.”
He hadn’t quite anticipated how good it would feel to have her soft hand surround him… as fuck…she ran her hand up and down his cock, and he had to grit his teeth not to come like a teenager.
He wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up. Her touch might be a little hesitant and clumsy, but that didn’t mean he was any less aroused. When she flicked her thumb over the head of his dick, he knew he couldn’t last any longer.
“Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
“I am?”
Her delight made him smile. She was too cute.
He drew her hand away and practically fell on her. His movements were a little hurried and rough, but her murmurs of pleasure told him she was just as turned on as he was. He ran a finger through her folds, discovering she was still wet. When he flicked her clit, she arched up, pressing her hips against him.
“Curt! Please!”
He lined himself up and thrust deeply. Too late, he remembered he wasn’t sheathed.
“Fuck. Condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m clean,” she told him. “I was tested before I went to Sudan. There’s been no one since.”
“I’m clean too. Pregnancy?”
Not that the thought of her growing round with his baby wasn’t a pleasant one, but they had a way to go before they got to that point.
“It’s okay. It won’t happen.”
She was covered then. Satisfaction filled him at the idea he got to take her with nothing between them. He drew back then thrust forward. Although he wanted to savor the moment, his body had other ideas. He spread her legs wide, rubbing his thumb against her clit until he felt her shudder beneath him, then she cried out her release. His balls tightened before he exploded and fell over into fucking goddamn bliss.
Chapter Fourteen
Jenna rolled over, coming fully awake as she bumped into a hard, warm body. She turned onto her back and placed her hand over her eyes. “Shit.”
So, last night hadn’t been a dream. She’d slept with Curt.
“Fuck.”
“Watch your swearing,” Curt muttered in a husky voice.
“I’m not a child anymore, Curt,” she snapped. Damn, her head was throbbing. She really shouldn’t have had those last few shots. Then maybe she wouldn’t have ended up fucking Curt.
Oh, hell, who was she kidding? It wasn’t the alcohol’s fault she’d ended up in bed with him, having the hottest night of sex she could ever have imagined. She’d wanted him for forever, and now that she’d had him, no one else would ever come close. He’d ruined her.
She wasn’t even sure what had changed. She’d thought he saw her as a cousin, not a lover.
He suddenly rolled toward her, leaning up so he loomed over her. Her breath caught in her throat. Oh, hell, he really needed to shave because he looked way too hot with that sexy stubble on his face.
“I think we’ve established that I in no way see you as a child.” He pulled the sheet down, revealing one of her breasts, the nipple already puckered and hard, ready for him. Crap, it was so embarrassing how easily she became turned on around him.
He circled her areola with his finger. “Doesn’t mean I want to hear you swearing like a sailor.”
“I hardly ever swear.”
“Exactly my point. And if you notice, I try to clean up my language around you.”
She had noticed that. When he tugged at her nipple lightly, she reached down and grabbed his hand.
He gave her a look. One that made her still and take notice of him immediately.
“Put your hands above your head and keep them there.”
“Curt.”
They needed to slow things down. To talk about this. He twisted her nipple, and the sting of pain made her gasp even as her clit throbbed.
“I suggest you do as I say immediately, Jenna. Unless you want to start off the morning with some discipline. Doesn’t bother me, I’ve been dying to put you over my knee and spank that delectable ass. But I bet you don’t want a throbbing butt to match your throbbing head.”
He was right. Much as the idea of a spanking intrigued her, she knew there was a difference between one given for pleasure and one for punishment. She’d seen both types of spankings delivered at the club and she knew which she’d rather experience. And right at this moment, with her head as delicate as it was, she didn’t want either sort applied to her rear.
She raised her arms above her head.
“Good girl.”
A shiver of pleasure raced through her. He cupped her breast then leaned down and licked at the nipple he’d just pinched, lapping at it delicately then taking it into his mouth and sucking.
A groan escaped her, and she shifted around on the bed, pressing her legs together in search of some sort of relief for her aching clit.
“Lie still.”
She whimpered. That was going to be nearly impossible. Her desire for him hadn’t waned one iota, despite the several orgasms he’d given her throughout the night.
Several amazing, scorching orgasms. She’d never experienced pleasure like it before.
“You know what they say the best thing for a headache is?” he murmured between trailing kisses down her stomach.
“Painkillers and sleep?” she said, knowing where he was going with this.
“Tut-tut, and you call
yourself a medical professional. Open your legs.”
She shouldn’t do it. She should insist they talk. She needed to know what the hell was going on here.
She must have waited too long because he quickly flipped her over and delivered half a dozen sharp smacks to her rear. They came so hard and fast, she didn’t even have time to think about protecting herself. Before she knew it, she was lying on her back once more with him leaning over her, his hazel-colored eyes cool and stern.
“Do I need to ask you again?”
Her breath came in sharp pants, her butt throbbing from just those few strikes. God, she didn’t want to think about how a long punishment spanking would feel—she parted her legs.
“Now, don’t you think it would have been simpler to do that in the first place?” he asked her as he cupped her mound with his hand. “Much less painful and more pleasurable for you. After all, I’m doing this to help you, Jenna.”
“Uh-huh, is that how you’re trying to justify it?”
His gaze narrowed, and he flicked his finger over her full clit, making her arch up.
“I didn’t realize I had to justify giving you pleasure.”
He lightly touched her clit and just left his finger there, not moving, not pressing harder. Oh, God, she couldn’t take it. Already, she needed him so badly she could barely think.
“Curt, please,” she begged.
“Lie still,” he ordered as she started writhing, trying to create some sort of pressure against that digit. “I can see that training you is going to be a test of my patience.”
“You don’t have any patience.”
“Actually, I have plenty of patience. It just seems to dissipate around you.”
“Guess I’m just special, huh?”
“Yes. You are.”
Those words sent an ache through her that had nothing to do with him pressing a single finger deep inside her wet passage.
“What is it we’re doing here, Curt?”
“Well, I thought I was about to give you a mind-blowing orgasm, but if you think it’s something else, please tell me.”
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