In Your Corner
Page 64
My head falls back and I groan. “No slow. Bad slow. Let me up and f**k me hard.”
Jake’s jaw tightens and he growls, his hands tightening on my wrists. “You got that in the cage. Now we’re doing it my way.”
Swallowing the ache of desire, I lift an eyebrow. “Your way or the highway?”
Jake chuckles. “My way. Period.”
“Okay. Tie away.”
He wraps the cool silk around my wrists, tying them firmly together. I test the bond and it gives slightly, enough that I know if I really needed to get free, I could.
Jake watches me experiment and winks. “Didn’t want to scare you the first time.”
“I’m not scared with you.”
He gives a satisfied grunt, and then slides his hand through the planes and valleys of my body, his touch so light, I strain toward him, unable to think of anything but where his hand might go next.
“What do you feel?” His breath is warm and moist in my ear, demanding, insistent.
“Hot.”
“You are so f**king hot, lying here, available for my pleasure. I could tease you all evening. Or I could f**k you. Or maybe I’ll just bring you close and walk away.” With easy grace, he rolls up and kneels between my legs to position my feet, knees bent up and out, heels planted in the soft, thick carpet. Then he traces lazy circles along my inner thighs.
“Legs do not move,” he says. “Not an inch.”
My sex clenches as his light caresses come closer and closer to my very wet center. Have I ever been so wet from just a touch?
Jake reaches over to the clothing pile and pulls a tissue from the packet in his jacket pocket. With a wicked grin, he brushes the tissue lightly over my clit. Despite the barely there flutter, I am so swollen, so needy, my body jumps as if he had pinched me and moisture floods my sex.
“Oh God.”
With a soft laugh, he places the tissue over my mound and sits back, away from my body. The tissue rocks gently in the air current, a whisper of a touch, an exquisite torture. I rock my hips seeking friction from something so light a breath could take it from me at any moment.
Carnal satisfaction flickers through his eyes as he watches me undulate my hips only the barest inch, enough for a touch but not too much that I would lose my only path to release.
“Do you need something, baby?”
“I need to come.”
He slides one finger along my folds and then dips into my swollen center. My body stiffens. When he crooks his finger and gently pumps my G-spot, I whimper.
“Yes, you do.” He withdraws his finger and flicks the tissue away, leaving me bereft.
“You are so damn wet, baby. Your body is on board. Let the rest go.” He leans over and kisses me. Soft, sweet, gentle kisses that make me ache inside. My body is awash with sensation: the erotic ache in my ni**les, the exquisite throb of my sex and the smooth silk under my back. The familiar scents of oak and furniture polish mix with the heady scent of Jake’s cologne and the musk of his arousal. His face is framed by the soft track lights above us and I taste chocolate on his lips as the bone-melting rumble of his voice coaxes, assures, but above all, demands.
Too much. My senses overload. I squeeze my eyes shut and a groan rips from my throat.
The tear of a foil packet. The snap of a condom. Oh happy sounds! When I open my eyes, Jake is kneeling between my legs. “Open.”
Instantly, my legs fall apart.
For a moment I expect him to crawl over me. Lie on top. Missionary style. But this is Jake and in that, he hasn’t changed. He is so not a missionary man.
He hooks one arm under my thigh at the back of my knee, drawing my leg up and out, opening me wider. And then his c**k is at my entrance and I am almost hyperventilating with need.
“This might be intense, baby,” he says softly. “The piercing is most effective when you’re at the peak of arousal. For some women it’s the ultimate pleasure, but for others it’s a pleasure that borders on pain. That’s why I wanted to get you ready. Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
Dark desires awaken inside me with a roar. A deep, long-hidden need claws at my belly. The thought he planned this from the start, with this goal as the ultimate end, sends a rush of molten heat through my body. I close my eyes and give myself over to him with a raw, guttural groan. Utterly and completely.
“There we are,” he whispers. And then he breaches my entrance, stretching me, filling me. My body trembles in fearful anticipation.
“Jake…?”
“Shhhh. Hold on. It’ll be good. I promise.” He thrusts deeper and the metal knob glides over my G-spot.
Pleasure pain sears through my body like white hot lightning, so intense my vision goes white and my body arches high off the ground. My eyes water, my jaw clenches, and a scream of pleasure rips from my gut, rolling through me like a tidal wave. Jake covers my mouth with his own, swallowing my passion, and I am only vaguely aware he is moving, thrusting, sending new jolts of sensation through my sex with every scrape of the piercing. My body coils tight, bones, tendons, muscles fusing into one pulsing ball of need. My womb is heavy and every fiber of my being is centered on my core.
“Fly, baby.” Jake slicks a finger over my clit, the barest touch, and then he drives in again. Moisture spurts from my swollen inner tissue, making my sex so slick he glides in and out faster even than before. One pinch of my clit. One thrust of his cock. And I explode into a thousand pieces in the most intense orgasm of my life. Pain. Pleasure. Release. Over and over again. His every thrust drags out my orgasm. Endless waves of pleasure thunder through my body. And I am screaming and he is thrusting and I am lost in the ether, in a world of never-ending exquisite sensation.
Jake’s jaw tightens and he growls, his hands tightening on my wrists. “You got that in the cage. Now we’re doing it my way.”
Swallowing the ache of desire, I lift an eyebrow. “Your way or the highway?”
Jake chuckles. “My way. Period.”
“Okay. Tie away.”
He wraps the cool silk around my wrists, tying them firmly together. I test the bond and it gives slightly, enough that I know if I really needed to get free, I could.
Jake watches me experiment and winks. “Didn’t want to scare you the first time.”
“I’m not scared with you.”
He gives a satisfied grunt, and then slides his hand through the planes and valleys of my body, his touch so light, I strain toward him, unable to think of anything but where his hand might go next.
“What do you feel?” His breath is warm and moist in my ear, demanding, insistent.
“Hot.”
“You are so f**king hot, lying here, available for my pleasure. I could tease you all evening. Or I could f**k you. Or maybe I’ll just bring you close and walk away.” With easy grace, he rolls up and kneels between my legs to position my feet, knees bent up and out, heels planted in the soft, thick carpet. Then he traces lazy circles along my inner thighs.
“Legs do not move,” he says. “Not an inch.”
My sex clenches as his light caresses come closer and closer to my very wet center. Have I ever been so wet from just a touch?
Jake reaches over to the clothing pile and pulls a tissue from the packet in his jacket pocket. With a wicked grin, he brushes the tissue lightly over my clit. Despite the barely there flutter, I am so swollen, so needy, my body jumps as if he had pinched me and moisture floods my sex.
“Oh God.”
With a soft laugh, he places the tissue over my mound and sits back, away from my body. The tissue rocks gently in the air current, a whisper of a touch, an exquisite torture. I rock my hips seeking friction from something so light a breath could take it from me at any moment.
Carnal satisfaction flickers through his eyes as he watches me undulate my hips only the barest inch, enough for a touch but not too much that I would lose my only path to release.
“Do you need something, baby?”
“I need to come.”
He slides one finger along my folds and then dips into my swollen center. My body stiffens. When he crooks his finger and gently pumps my G-spot, I whimper.
“Yes, you do.” He withdraws his finger and flicks the tissue away, leaving me bereft.
“You are so damn wet, baby. Your body is on board. Let the rest go.” He leans over and kisses me. Soft, sweet, gentle kisses that make me ache inside. My body is awash with sensation: the erotic ache in my ni**les, the exquisite throb of my sex and the smooth silk under my back. The familiar scents of oak and furniture polish mix with the heady scent of Jake’s cologne and the musk of his arousal. His face is framed by the soft track lights above us and I taste chocolate on his lips as the bone-melting rumble of his voice coaxes, assures, but above all, demands.
Too much. My senses overload. I squeeze my eyes shut and a groan rips from my throat.
The tear of a foil packet. The snap of a condom. Oh happy sounds! When I open my eyes, Jake is kneeling between my legs. “Open.”
Instantly, my legs fall apart.
For a moment I expect him to crawl over me. Lie on top. Missionary style. But this is Jake and in that, he hasn’t changed. He is so not a missionary man.
He hooks one arm under my thigh at the back of my knee, drawing my leg up and out, opening me wider. And then his c**k is at my entrance and I am almost hyperventilating with need.
“This might be intense, baby,” he says softly. “The piercing is most effective when you’re at the peak of arousal. For some women it’s the ultimate pleasure, but for others it’s a pleasure that borders on pain. That’s why I wanted to get you ready. Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
Dark desires awaken inside me with a roar. A deep, long-hidden need claws at my belly. The thought he planned this from the start, with this goal as the ultimate end, sends a rush of molten heat through my body. I close my eyes and give myself over to him with a raw, guttural groan. Utterly and completely.
“There we are,” he whispers. And then he breaches my entrance, stretching me, filling me. My body trembles in fearful anticipation.
“Jake…?”
“Shhhh. Hold on. It’ll be good. I promise.” He thrusts deeper and the metal knob glides over my G-spot.
Pleasure pain sears through my body like white hot lightning, so intense my vision goes white and my body arches high off the ground. My eyes water, my jaw clenches, and a scream of pleasure rips from my gut, rolling through me like a tidal wave. Jake covers my mouth with his own, swallowing my passion, and I am only vaguely aware he is moving, thrusting, sending new jolts of sensation through my sex with every scrape of the piercing. My body coils tight, bones, tendons, muscles fusing into one pulsing ball of need. My womb is heavy and every fiber of my being is centered on my core.
“Fly, baby.” Jake slicks a finger over my clit, the barest touch, and then he drives in again. Moisture spurts from my swollen inner tissue, making my sex so slick he glides in and out faster even than before. One pinch of my clit. One thrust of his cock. And I explode into a thousand pieces in the most intense orgasm of my life. Pain. Pleasure. Release. Over and over again. His every thrust drags out my orgasm. Endless waves of pleasure thunder through my body. And I am screaming and he is thrusting and I am lost in the ether, in a world of never-ending exquisite sensation.
