In Your Corner
Page 74
Naked, vulnerable, and needy, I reach to remove the butterfly but Jake shakes his head. “Sorry, baby. It’s gonna be tough, but that has to stay on.”
Moments later, I understand his apology. He flicks the remote and the butterfly increases in intensity until it is buzzing so hard I can barely breathe. My body tightens until I am on the edge, and then the buzzing fades away.
“No.” I gasp.
Jake wraps his arms around me and murmurs soothing words in my ear. “I’m afraid it doesn’t get easier.” And then the butterfly is buzzing again, taking me up faster this time, so fast that when the buzzing stops, the drop is a painful, beautiful ache, spreading from my clit through my core.
“Jake…” I cling to him through the next wave and the next as his hands caress my br**sts, my ass, my stomach, hips, and my thighs. His touch is at once soothing and arousing, but never enough to take me where I want to go.
I have no idea how many minutes pass or how many times he brings me up and down. I only know my body is slick with sweat, my brain fuzzed with lust, my core aching with a pleasure pain that drives the breath from my body, and every fiber of my being is focused on the overwhelmingly painful need to come.
Finally, he slips his hand between my legs and spreads his fingers, forcing my thighs apart. “Open for me.”
With a moan, I part my legs and he slicks his fingers up the wetness trickling down my inner thigh and then along my dripping folds.
“Christ.” He thrusts one finger into my swollen center. “Thought you’d be wet, baby, but not like this.”
My sex tightens around the exquisite intrusion, and I clutch his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Please.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” His deep voice rumbles as he adds a second finger, and then a third, angling them to hit my sensitive inner tissue. My body turns liquid and I lean against the wall for support as the vibrator buzzes and his fingers thrust and my muscles tighten. My breath becomes a whine, my knees tremble, and my vision blurs, and in that moment I would do absolutely anything to come.
“Fuck. You won’t be able to take much more.” Chest heaving, eyes burning with sensual promise, he withdraws his fingers. Through the haze of intense arousal, I am vaguely aware of him rummaging through my purse. I hear the slide of clothing over skin, the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and the snap of latex.
And then his hands are cupping my ass and he is lifting me against him. No ceremony. No warning. My back hits the wall and a bottle falls off the shelf, crashing to the floor.
With a low groan, he sucks my nipple, licking it until I whimper. And then his mouth is gone and his fingers are gliding through my folds, testing my wetness. I gasp a shocked breath.
“My baby needs me bad.”
“Yes. God, yes.” I writhe against him, out of control, legs quivering, hips rocking, back arching, trying to entice him to dip more than his fingers inside or turn off the damn vibrator.
“Open wider for me, baby.”
I tighten my grip on his neck, pulling myself closer to him, easing my thighs around his hips.
“Good girl. I like to feel your wet pu**y sliding over my cock.”
His words break down the last of my walls, and I lose myself to sensation. My body is no longer my own. I don’t recognize the low guttural groan that escapes through my lips. I don’t know the dirty words I whisper in his ear. Catapulted into a world of pure carnal desire, I barely register his voice when he murmurs, “There we are.”
And then he’s inside me. His forceful intrusion scatters my thoughts. So big. So hard. Sensually savage. He fills me the way I have been desperate to be filled all evening. Painfully. Completely.
“That’s it baby,” he croons as he stills, giving my muscles a chance to accommodate him. “Take it deeper.” But the second I start to relax, he drives in until he is tight up against me.
Finally he begins to move. But it isn’t hard and fast as I imagined. Instead he thrusts with a slow, tortuous rhythm clearly designed to drive me out of my mind.
“Aaaaaaaaah…”
Despite my protestations, he continues his slow, steady strokes, his piercing sparking against my G-spot over and over until my sex is clenched tight around him and I am fisting his gi, whimpering and begging to come.
Just like he said I would.
He adjusts his angle and then he is pounding inside me. Moisture trickles from my sex. The vibrator buzzes. His piercing sears across my sensitive tissue. I feel at once filled and violated. Dirty and cherished. Totally and utterly out of control. Scared and so goddamn close to climax, I don’t care. Every muscle, every joint, every fiber of my being is coiled tight and coherent thought is a distant memory.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Come for me,” he demands with a guttural rasp, and he kicks up the butterfly one last notch.
And I do. I explode. Shatter. My orgasm overtakes me with frightening power, a lightning sheet ripping through my body. Pulsing, throbbing, wet, my sex grips his c**k as the waves ride me hard and I am overwhelmed by an all-consuming, terrifying pleasure. Jake hammers into me until his c**k stiffens and swells and then he follows me into oblivion with a shout of his own.
“Are you with me, baby?” He clicks off the vibrator and braces me against the wall, freeing his hands, then he gently turns my head to study my face. “You okay?”
“I didn’t pass out.”
Jake chuckles. “You sound disappointed. You wanna have another go?”
Moments later, I understand his apology. He flicks the remote and the butterfly increases in intensity until it is buzzing so hard I can barely breathe. My body tightens until I am on the edge, and then the buzzing fades away.
“No.” I gasp.
Jake wraps his arms around me and murmurs soothing words in my ear. “I’m afraid it doesn’t get easier.” And then the butterfly is buzzing again, taking me up faster this time, so fast that when the buzzing stops, the drop is a painful, beautiful ache, spreading from my clit through my core.
“Jake…” I cling to him through the next wave and the next as his hands caress my br**sts, my ass, my stomach, hips, and my thighs. His touch is at once soothing and arousing, but never enough to take me where I want to go.
I have no idea how many minutes pass or how many times he brings me up and down. I only know my body is slick with sweat, my brain fuzzed with lust, my core aching with a pleasure pain that drives the breath from my body, and every fiber of my being is focused on the overwhelmingly painful need to come.
Finally, he slips his hand between my legs and spreads his fingers, forcing my thighs apart. “Open for me.”
With a moan, I part my legs and he slicks his fingers up the wetness trickling down my inner thigh and then along my dripping folds.
“Christ.” He thrusts one finger into my swollen center. “Thought you’d be wet, baby, but not like this.”
My sex tightens around the exquisite intrusion, and I clutch his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Please.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” His deep voice rumbles as he adds a second finger, and then a third, angling them to hit my sensitive inner tissue. My body turns liquid and I lean against the wall for support as the vibrator buzzes and his fingers thrust and my muscles tighten. My breath becomes a whine, my knees tremble, and my vision blurs, and in that moment I would do absolutely anything to come.
“Fuck. You won’t be able to take much more.” Chest heaving, eyes burning with sensual promise, he withdraws his fingers. Through the haze of intense arousal, I am vaguely aware of him rummaging through my purse. I hear the slide of clothing over skin, the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and the snap of latex.
And then his hands are cupping my ass and he is lifting me against him. No ceremony. No warning. My back hits the wall and a bottle falls off the shelf, crashing to the floor.
With a low groan, he sucks my nipple, licking it until I whimper. And then his mouth is gone and his fingers are gliding through my folds, testing my wetness. I gasp a shocked breath.
“My baby needs me bad.”
“Yes. God, yes.” I writhe against him, out of control, legs quivering, hips rocking, back arching, trying to entice him to dip more than his fingers inside or turn off the damn vibrator.
“Open wider for me, baby.”
I tighten my grip on his neck, pulling myself closer to him, easing my thighs around his hips.
“Good girl. I like to feel your wet pu**y sliding over my cock.”
His words break down the last of my walls, and I lose myself to sensation. My body is no longer my own. I don’t recognize the low guttural groan that escapes through my lips. I don’t know the dirty words I whisper in his ear. Catapulted into a world of pure carnal desire, I barely register his voice when he murmurs, “There we are.”
And then he’s inside me. His forceful intrusion scatters my thoughts. So big. So hard. Sensually savage. He fills me the way I have been desperate to be filled all evening. Painfully. Completely.
“That’s it baby,” he croons as he stills, giving my muscles a chance to accommodate him. “Take it deeper.” But the second I start to relax, he drives in until he is tight up against me.
Finally he begins to move. But it isn’t hard and fast as I imagined. Instead he thrusts with a slow, tortuous rhythm clearly designed to drive me out of my mind.
“Aaaaaaaaah…”
Despite my protestations, he continues his slow, steady strokes, his piercing sparking against my G-spot over and over until my sex is clenched tight around him and I am fisting his gi, whimpering and begging to come.
Just like he said I would.
He adjusts his angle and then he is pounding inside me. Moisture trickles from my sex. The vibrator buzzes. His piercing sears across my sensitive tissue. I feel at once filled and violated. Dirty and cherished. Totally and utterly out of control. Scared and so goddamn close to climax, I don’t care. Every muscle, every joint, every fiber of my being is coiled tight and coherent thought is a distant memory.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Come for me,” he demands with a guttural rasp, and he kicks up the butterfly one last notch.
And I do. I explode. Shatter. My orgasm overtakes me with frightening power, a lightning sheet ripping through my body. Pulsing, throbbing, wet, my sex grips his c**k as the waves ride me hard and I am overwhelmed by an all-consuming, terrifying pleasure. Jake hammers into me until his c**k stiffens and swells and then he follows me into oblivion with a shout of his own.
“Are you with me, baby?” He clicks off the vibrator and braces me against the wall, freeing his hands, then he gently turns my head to study my face. “You okay?”
“I didn’t pass out.”
Jake chuckles. “You sound disappointed. You wanna have another go?”
