Bent, Not Broken(30)

God, but was she turned on.

Joker stood, gently helped her to stand as well, and cupped her cheek. “Baby, strip for me.”

Hearing him say those words had her pulse throbbing between her thighs. It was as if his words alone elicited something deep inside of her, drawing out her needs and wants and combining them all in one hard package that represented Joker. Her hands shook as she gripped her clothing and slowly peeled it up and over her head. She took off everything until she stood before him bared, totally unobstructed. When the air hit her chest, she shivered.

“Now the rest, baby girl.”

The way he spoke had her lifting her gaze to his. His voice hitched and she could see his chest rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at her breasts. As if his gaze alone could draw the tissue taut, she felt her nipples pull tighter, felt the blood rush just below the surface of her skin. Amy didn’t wait, didn’t try and say things should go slower. Even though the chilled air hit every part of her, the very knowledge that he was staring at her had her body hot.

Maybe she should worry that David was just upstairs, that if he wanted to come downstairs, he might see something he’d regret. But knowing that someone could very well walk in on her with Joker was an aphrodisiac all on its own.

When she kicked the garments free, she stood there, her gaze locked on his. She tried to decipher what was going through his head. She let her gaze travel down the length of his body again, stayed a little longer admiring the tight V of muscles that disappeared beneath his jeans, then swallowed hard when she saw his erection pressing against his zipper.

“Come here, baby.” Voice low and deep, Joker looked fierce at that moment. She found herself right before him again, the heat of his body spearing into hers. Amy’s breath came in short, hard pants. His eyes seemed riveted to her chest, but she saw him lower them until she knew exactly what he was looking at. Just knowing that he was looking at her pussy had her shuddering. She felt soaked and squeezed her legs together, praying that her inner thighs weren’t wet and he couldn’t see it if they were.

“Goddammit, baby girl. You’re so fucking hot.” He sounded out of breath.

She hadn’t realized she dropped her head until she felt Joker lift her chin with his finger. She was caught up in his liquid-blue stare and found herself drowning in the depths of it. Their combined breathing was harsh, and she knew that there had never been a point in her life when she had wanted someone as much as she wanted him; she loved him so much.

“On your knees,” his voice was soft, gentle, yet still held a command. His hand landed on her shoulder and he gently pushed her down. The soft carpet beneath her knees sent a flash of heat and a chill up her body, but the sight before her had everything vanishing. His erection was right in front of her, straining against the material, insistent on being freed. Lifting her head, she looked into his face and held her breath at the expression he wore. It was haunting, and she didn’t think she had ever seen anything so beautiful.

“Amy.” Her name from his lips sounded pained, strained. He cleared his throat and dropped his hands so they hung at his sides. “I need you to touch me, suck me.” He breathed out hard. “I need you to put my dick in your mouth, but only if you’re ready, comfortable. I want you to be able to explore sexually with me, trust me, and not worry about ever being afraid with me.”

She took a shuddering breath and pushed all her uncertainty aside. Feeling strength rise inside of her, she lifted her hands and undid his belt buckle, before going after the button. When everything that obstructed her access to his dick was out of the way, Amy licked her lips. Joker groaned above her and she lifted her gaze up to his. Gaze heavy lidded and face a little flushed, he looked fierce with need.

“Go on, Amy, take my dick and suck it into that pretty little mouth of yours.”

She didn’t waste another minute. Reaching into his pants and boxer briefs, she wrapped her hand around the hard, impossibly thick length of his shaft. He grunted at the contact but she didn’t stop. Joker was a large man, and that included everything on his body. She squeezed her thighs together as if that would solve her current problem.

His cock was just as strong and powerful as the rest of him, and the bulbous head was flushed red with a drop of pre-cum dotting the slit at the tip. Her mouth watered and she found the thought of her hungering for the taste of him absurd, but then she found herself leaning forward and engulfing the crown into her mouth. He groaned above her and his hands speared into her hair, his nails digging into her scalp. The sting of pain had her sucking in more of his length and running her tongue along the underside of his penis. His taste was slightly salty with a hint of something more masculine, more potent. Amy moaned around him, trying to get even more of him into her mouth, until she felt the tip of him hit the back of her throat. Amy couldn’t get enough of him.