Promise Me This(36)

“Hands on the headboard now,” he said, his voice hoarse and commanding. “Let me see it.”

I scooted up on my knees and flattened my back to reach the beyond the pillows.

Now my ass was essentially lifted in the air and I could hear his heavy breathing.

I could also feel him deliberating, questioning himself again, and it was unnerving.

“I liked when you bit my shoulder,” I said, wiggling my ass. “Do it again. I want you to. I’ll say stop if it’s too much or if I need a break.”

I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell him to own me. Claim me. But my words had been enough because some kind of guttural sound emerged from his throat. Almost animalistic in nature.

And then I felt the onslaught of his mouth and tongue and lips, leaving hard kisses and stinging bites along my shoulders and back and ass, while his fingers worked me from the front.

“God, yes,” I said squirming and aching. I felt the buildup again low in my belly and my thighs quivered as I struggled to hold myself up.

His arm slung around my belly and his erection felt slick with pre-come.

“Oh God, Jessie. Fuck,” he ground out. “I’m too turned on, I can’t . . . I don’t think I can hold off.”

I felt, rather than heard, his deep groan reverberate against my skin as his release trickled over my lower back. The sound of him losing control swept me away into my second orgasm.

He arched over me, his breaths ragged as his fingers reached down to slide the evidence of his arousal up my spine and then down my ass—as if blending it into my skin. Leaving a piece of himself with me.

Then he yanked me toward him, crashing down on the bed, and we lay there in the tangled mix of our own sweat and breaths and release for quite some time.

Eventually he stood up and padded to the bathroom to grab a towel. When he returned, he began cleaning me, dragging the cloth gently between my legs and then along my backside.

“Fuck, Jessie,” he said in a torturous voice. “Did I hurt you?”

He sounded like a lost little boy and hearing him struggle over his own pleasure nearly killed me.

I turned, stared into his eyes and tugged him into my arms. He collapsed easily against me, his head sagging into my shoulder.

“No baby, you didn’t hurt me,” I whispered into his hair. “I was so turned on, I enjoyed every minute.”

His body shuddered and I pulled him tighter, my hand smoothing down his hair.

We became a jumble of limbs as he reached for me, his hands grasping the back of my legs and hauling me forward. Then his fingers slid up to my hips, pressing me firmly against him until we fit together perfectly. Seamlessly.

He breathed me in, sniffing my skin all along my neck and shoulder and ear. “I love the way you smell,” he mumbled, before promptly falling asleep.

I lay there for several quiet moments thinking about this vulnerable, beautiful guy in my arms.





Chapter Sixteen


Nate



I woke with softness and heat wrapped all around me. A sliver of daylight escaped through the heavy curtains of the hotel room, and as my eyes adjusted to the glow, everything that happened between Jessie and me came rushing back in full force.

I flinched and she felt it immediately, turning groggily in her sleep. Jesus fuck, that was the most sensual night of my life and we hadn’t even had sex. I had tied her up, used my mouth and teeth on her skin, and commanded her to stay still. I was a monster.

My heart became liquid and then leached down to my stomach. What happened between us last night could never happen again. Even though it seemed like she knew me. Saw inside me.

But she didn’t see all of me.

How I almost lost complete control because I was turned on beyond my wildest dreams. I could’ve pushed too far. I could’ve hurt her.

But you didn’t, was the mantra inside my head. And somehow Jessie knew. She trusted me enough to know what I wanted. Needed. But why?

I sat up, resisting the urge to scramble away from her. Get my distance, clear my head. Stirring beside me, she opened her eyes. She gazed at me peacefully before her eyes transformed to confusion and melancholy.

“Hey,” she said, cautiously.

“Hey.” I stood up and realized I was completely naked. Her eyes roamed over my body and as she shifted, the covers fell away from her torso. Hell, I’d forgotten how nice her tits were and now, with the daylight streaming in the room and her tattoos on full display, I couldn’t help but remember how fine the rest of her body had been as well. How she smelled and tasted. Fuck, she tasted amazing. I couldn’t believe what I’d allowed my mouth and tongue to do.

She looked down at my lengthening presence and then into my eyes. She was confident and steady and I was a big fucking pussy. I looked away and cleared my throat.