Rule Breakers, Soul Takers (Hell Runners Book 1)

by Jacqueline Jayne

  He growled something under his heavy breath. Not in anger, but definitely hot. She liked having control. Knowing he was hard and ready for her.

  With agile fingers, she worked the zipper on his fly and then tugged at the elastic. His erection slid higher onto his abdomen, and Jesse cursed sweetly.

  Suddenly, he clutched her wrists again, stopping her before she could slide her fingertips over his silken skin.

  “Here’s the rules for Round One. No touching me. No matter how badly you want to. No matter how badly I want it.”

  “Round One? I like the sound of that.” He lifted the hem of her midriff and tugged her shirt over her head. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders and over her breasts. “But it doesn’t sound fair. To either of us.”

  He tossed the lacey top onto the floor and then smoothed her hair until it all glided down her back. “All will be fair. In due time.”

  Hands cupping both of her breasts, he caressed her with more sensitivity than hunger. His thumbs circled her already hard nipples, and she swung forward, moaning.

  “Lay back, close your eyes, and put your hands over your head.”

  Desire and trepidation sent a thousand butterflies tickling her insides. But she trusted him. Slowly, she did as he asked.

  He leaned back on his haunches away from her. In a moment, she heard the angry ripping of fabric.

  She snuck a look out of one eye to see his T-shirt tore in two. “If I’d known destroying clothes was on the table, I’d have done that for you.”

  “Anything’s on the table.” Plucking up one of her hands, he kissed each finger. “Concentrate on the feeling. And no peeking.”

  He kissed her palm, his lips traveling down the soft skin of her forearm, the gentle grazes from his beard enticing her nerves.

  “Do you always shave through the screen door?”

  “I thought women liked scruff.” He rolled off her, and she missed the weight of him, but she kept her lids down.

  “We do like it, but I’d rather see your face. Your whole face. At least once. How about tomorrow?”

  “Maybe,” he answered and then extended her arms over her head, pinning them flat to the mattress.

  Her eyes flew open, and her stomach lurched. He’d torn his T-shirt for a reason. In an instant, he’d tied her wrists together.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You’re not good at following orders. I’m making sure you do.” A wicked smile brightened his face, and he picked up the second piece. “And don’t blush. We both know you’re going to like it. A lot.” He tied the ends to one of the curlicues in his wrought iron headboard and secured her loosely. “Never be ashamed of what turns you on. Not with me.”

  She could barely feel the flush of embarrassment on her cheeks, her blood already ran so hot and fast.

  “You’re supposed to have your eyes closed. Do you want a blindfold?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He nudged her raised shoulder down to the bed and slid low. “Lay back and don’t think. Feel and only feel.”

  He opened the abbreviated zipper on her shorts. “Raise your hips.” All the argument seduced out of her, she complied, and he slid them down her thighs, past her knees, beyond her calves until both he and the shorts were off the bed. She fluttered one eye half open.

  Jesse turned around and dropped his jeans and then hooked a thumb into the band of his snug briefs. The briefs rolled off, and she felt the frenzy of anticipation spread throughout her body.

  Liquid pooled hot in her abdomen. She suspected he knew she’d peek, and the show was for her benefit.

  Nicely played. She tugged at the restraint. With some effort, it would give, but she wasn’t so sure she wanted to remove it no matter how much she longed to fondle him. If Jesse wanted to orchestrate the perfect orgasm, she wasn’t going to argue.

  He turned her way and she squeezed her eyes shut. The bed yawed with his weight as he hovered over the length of her, heat radiating off his body. “Eyes closed. Very good.” One knee nudged her thighs apart, and he planted his knees between her legs, the length of his shaft pressing into more of her body than she’d expected. She could hardly contain her eagerness to have him inside of her.

  But he’d laid down the rules. And she always followed rules. Especially the ones that made good sense.

  “Concentrate solely on sensation. No distracting thoughts.”

  “What thoughts?” Her words breathed out more than spoken.

  A slow, deep kiss on the lips marked the start, while his rough fingertips slipped along the outline of her left breast. Then, cupping its weight in his palm, his thumb brushed circles around her nipple. Both her nipples had long ago pebbled tight, but Jesse’s gliding caress turned them into tiny electrified ball bearings. His talented mouth kissed his way down her throat, into her cleavage, and then to the breast he fondled gently. First licking, then kissing, he added the devilish sensation of grazing teeth.

  She undulated, impatient to satisfy her need. “Please, Jesse.”

  “Okay.” He switched to her right breast, sucking gently. The sensation shuddered all the way to her sex, and she tried to arch her hips into him, but he bowed up and away.

  His large hand started a lazy trek south, the tips of his fingers drawing circles over her stomach and then down to her thighs. Desire clouded all her thoughts but one.

  “I can’t endure much more.”

  He slid down her body, away from her breast, his erection grazing over her, in a long slow stroke. “But you’re going to want to.”

  Tempted to open her eyes, she twisted her wrists and gripped the T-shirt rope tight as she heard the thud of his feet hit the floor. His hands pushed her knees wider, and then slinked up her sensitized skin.

  First came his hot breath on her right thigh, then the subtle graze of whiskers on her left. She yanked at the restraint, and he kissed her gently. The contact was so intense the breath caught in her chest. Long, adept fingers touched and stroked her body, never once touching the one place that needed it most.

  “Jesse. I can’t take it.” Against his wishes, she jerked a hand free. Immediately she grabbed the top of his head. She tangled his tresses between her fingers, trying to convey her intense frustration.

  He kissed her once lightly before he deepened his kiss with his tongue in the place only her hand had ventured in more than a year. Tenderly, slowly, he devoured her moisture, heightened her need, deliberately driving her to the brink of madness.

  Softly, she pleaded for release while caressing the top of his head.

  Jesse simple chuckled, his short burst of breath another sweet torture on her sensitive flesh. One long finger slipped inside her.

  She gasped, clamping her legs against his whiskered face.

  “Let it happen,” he whispered, nuzzling her legs apart. As erotic as his slick tongue, the gentle scraping from his masculine scruff added another layer of intense sensation. Then he began rocking his finger. In and out. Up and down. When he achieved the perfect rhythm, he added his tongue.

  Pleasure. Sweet and wild and reckless. Her nerves rocketed with untainted desire. Had she ever felt this free? This tantalized? This loved?

  Unashamed of her desperate need, she allowed her knees to fall wide. Through her tight throat, she demanded, “Make it happen.”

  He didn’t answer, only complied, adding another finger, and then drove them deep into her while he stroked her with his adroit tongue. Ever so slowly. Ever so deliciously.

  So close to the edge, she stopped moving with him and braced for release.

  Heat exploded and pulsed from her center out while she moaned his name over and over. An exotic effervescence coursed wild, uncharted trails through her body as her muscles bucked around his fingers, the sensation divine and powerful. She trembled, the aftershocks shooting pleasure all the way down to her toes and through every strand of hair.

  He had been right. Allowing him to tease her intensified her pleasure.

  “Jes
se. Jesse.” His name sweetened her mouth and swelled her heart. Never had she expected to feel such passion, such satisfaction. Such love.

  Her eyes fluttered open. His face only inches away, he hovered over her, his knees pushing against her thighs. “Yes, my princess?”

  She tugged at her left arm until it freed from the last restraint and then sat up and leaned back on both her hands. Giddy like a workout high, her head swam and her vision altered. The rays of moonlight glistened across his skin.

  “Are you all right?”

  She nodded her woozy head. “Could be the understatement of my life. But you.” She pushed to a sitting position and shoved his shoulder playfully. “It’s time I showed you what I bring to the table.”

  Sitting up, he stretched his legs under hers toward the headboard, one on each side, and guided her feet to straddle him. “You will.” His big hands dug into her hips, and he dragged her butt into the space between his legs. “But I need to be inside you. Now.”

  Thighs skimming his defined oblique muscles, she bent her knees and placed her feet flat on the bed, then gripped his shoulders. He adjusted her hips until his impressive erection pressed against her.

  “This may hurt a little. Post-orgasm your muscles constrict. And—”

  “Stop talking, Thorne.”

  “You’re in control this time. Ready to bring your A-game?”

  She nodded, the anticipation of intercourse tensing all her muscles. Slowly, she lowered her weight and gradually accepted the daunting, pleasurable length of him. Not stopping until she took him to the hilt, she cried out when he filled her. Not from the initial pain, but from the sheer joy of their coupling. No amount of fantasy compared to the real deal. She held him there, without moving, lost in sensation.

  “Maybe you should back off some.”

  She shook her head and smiled, thrilled to be connected so intimately, at last, to the man she loved. “I’m good. So good. And…” She exhaled, a little nervous and a lot delirious. “happy. So incredibly happy.”

  Sitting upright, she gazed into Jesse’s face. Eyes closed, he looked blissful to let her be in charge of the show. She didn’t want to confess she’d never had sex in this position before, but the mechanics seemed obvious. Digging her heels into the mattress, she slowly rocked back and forth and then up and down. Her body adapted to his quickly, each penetration rewarded with a voltaic thrill, enticing her to increase the speed. Soon her own desire flamed as consuming as before.

  After she achieved a steady, satisfying rhythm, Jesse shifted and balanced on one arm. He slipped his free hand between her legs. In clockwise circles, his thumb coaxed her toward another massive climax.

  Her yearning to please him and her need to release drove her heels into the deep pillow top. She rocked faster and faster.

  Jesse stopped touching, propping his hands behind him. He counter rocked against her, his hips lifting and retreating. Lost in her building crescendo, she closed her eyes and swung hard. When she thought she would break apart, he pushed her onto her back.

  “You’re not getting off that easy.” He lunged forward, adeptly maneuvering his legs under him. His mouth consumed a pert nipple, and he thrust upward, the rush of stimulation almost more than she could bear.

  “What are you doing? We were so close.” She whimpered, rolling her head to the side.

  “I know.” He hooked a hand below one of her knees, raising it to chest level. “I like to last. A long time.” Jesse thrust into her without any restraint, taking her the way she so longed he would, and kissed her deeply—almost as deep as his erection buried inside of her.

  Out of breath, she broke the kiss and panted into his ear. “I won’t be able to move in this position.”

  “I know.” He chuckled wickedly. “But I think you’ll like it all the same.” Up on his elbows, he grabbed a bed pillow. “Lift your hips, love.”

  She complied, and he worked it under her butt, the angle exposing her more than ever. With slow, deep strokes, he slid out and upward and back again to graze his length against her, enhancing her torturous pleasure.

  Surrendering control had its advantages, but he kept her balanced on the edge of climax, and she needed release, desperately. This time she wanted them to fall into the precipice of ecstasy together.

  She pushed up on one arm and kissed his rough chin, whiskers burning his salty sweat into her bruised lips. He thrust forward, and she grabbed a handful of his tight ass, holding him against her. “Is that all you got, Hotshot?”

  He boosted her with a hard thrust toward the headboard. “Be careful what you wish for, Princess.” Pulling out, he flipped her over onto her stomach before she sucked another sweaty breath.

  Surprised, she squealed as he spread her legs from behind and then reached around her waist and bent over her, holding her upper body flush with the bed.

  “Raise your hips again.”

  He lowered his hand from around her waist until he could caress her at will. With the other, he managed the mechanics of reentry. Though he had to be as close to the brink as she was, Jesse continued to thrust slowly, his fingers teasing until she thought she’d lose her mind in the frenzy of passion. She rocked her hips in rhythm with his, every inch of her on fire, every inch of her striving for another epic finish.

  “Faster,” she panted into the pillow. “Faster, Jesse. Please.”

  He straightened behind her, and holding her firmly by the hips, increased his speed until she could no longer keep up. Her climax erupted on an upward thrust, pulsing around his erection. Her body buzzed, and her head swam, a sweet delirium like she’d never known.

  Growling low, he hammered harder, and she reached between her legs to fondle his tight sac. On a sharp intake of breath, he ground his hips into her, digging his fingers into her waist. He shuddered and groaned as his orgasm pumped over and over, the involuntary contraction of his muscles evident right down into the handful of flesh she cradled in her palm.

  Elation swept over her.

  He’d finally let go.

  Exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed and entwined in a sweaty, lopsided spoon. With her back propped on his shoulder, Jesse crossed an arm over her torso and cupped a breast.

  “Not there.” She guided his hand below her waist. “Here.”

  He exerted some pressure, and her body jerked in response.

  “Again?”

  “No,” she purred. “Finishing the last one.”

  They laid motionless, legs entwined and huddled together, panting and glowing with satisfaction as much from love as their coupling. Part of her never wanted to move again. Never wanted to be any farther apart from him than she was at that moment. Some of her muscles agreed.

  But she’d always been a planner. If they were going to continue pushing the boundaries of desire, she wanted to rejuvenate.

  She craned to look at him, and he smiled at her. Not the self-satisfied smile he deserved—heck, earned—after their first roll in the sack. His smile lit his face with warmth from within. God, how she loved his smile. His eyes danced as they studied her in return. She moved his hand back to her breast, and he lightly pinched her nipple.

  “Sated?”

  “For now.”

  Cocking a single eyebrow, he pretended to groan. “I think Swift was right. We should spend a couple of days locked up here.”

  “I’m all for that. After a hot soak.” She wanted a tub more because she liked returning to his bed fresh than because her limbs ached.

  “Bathroom’s all yours, love.” He kissed her ear. “I’m a typical man. I’m taking a nap.” He rolled onto his back and pulled her into the crook of his arm.

  “You’re anything but typical.” She sat up and kissed his cheek. “Would you carry me into the bathroom? I don’t think I can walk.”

  “Can’t walk?” He pursed his lips, but they hitched in one corner, obviously amused and a little too pleased with his performance.

  “You did it to me.”

  He closed
his eyes and sighed. “And you wonder why I call you Princess.”

  She swiped the hair off his sweaty brow and kissed the tip of his nose. His breathing had already taken on the deep consistency of sleep.

  Serious about the bath, she tore herself out of his hold and then slipped off the bed. “Love you,” she whispered.

  He snagged her hand and met her with a bleary gaze. “Love you more.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Naked, but clean, Prudence quietly slipped between the wrinkled sheets, not wanting to disturb Jesse. He was out like a bear, sprawled on his back and lightly snoring. He’d earned some serious rest, and not only for the incredible sex. Neither one of them had been getting enough sleep lately. Tonight had been a blessing. A blessing they’d repeat after a sufficient snooze.

  She rolled onto her side to gaze at him before joining him in sleep.

  Rolling toward her, his eyes shone dreamy but awake and waiting for her.

  “Feel better?” His voice was deep and sexy and ever so drowsy. He patted the mattress beside him, inviting her to snuggle close.

  “Yeah. Sorry I woke you.”

  “You didn’t wake me.” He wrapped his arms around her, nudging her into the sweet spot against his chest.

  For as good as the pillow felt beneath her head, she was only too willing to trade the too-soft down for his hard, masculine shoulder.

  “But I wore you out. Admit it.” She twined her legs with his and laid her arm against his chest. His heart beat strong and slow into her palm, and her head swam with the heady mix of his musky perspiration and used up cologne.

  He chuckled into her ear. “I saw you walk from the bed to the bathroom. You’re in no better shape than me.”

  She giggled. “Excuses. But I still love you, even if you can’t get it up again.”

  “Whoa, there. I never said I couldn’t get it up.” He broke out in a grin. “I just can’t move it.”