Stealing His Heart(27)

Ah, yes. That was more fucking like it. He rolled his tongue over hers, deepening the kiss as he toyed with her. She whimpered and arched into his hands. The sound of cuffs rattling the headboard filled the room, mingling with her quick breathing.

When he positioned himself inside the juncture of her thighs, rubbing the head of his cock against her warmth, the sheer need that hit him was almost enough to make him forget all about tasting her. Forget all about having her come as he licked each drop of her juices from her sweet pussy. But he didn’t.

Because he couldn’t afford to forget his rules.

They were all he had left.

When he pulled back, ending the kiss, he nipped her lip. She moaned and closed her legs around his hips. “Fuck me now. Please.”

“Not yet. But thank you for asking so politely.” He disentangled himself from her legs and covered her body with his own, reveling in the sensation of her soft skin gliding against his. A guy could get used to this. Way too fucking used to it. “First, I’m finally going to taste you. Everywhere, like you asked.”

He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, not bothering to start out gentle or slow. Now wasn’t the time for that. He took her in deep, scraping his teeth against the hard bud. Crying out, she arched her back. His cock begged to be inside her.

Begged for release.

He released her nipple and went after the other one, his fingers dipping between her legs as he did so. She was so fucking wet and ready for him. As he worked her breast, he rubbed two fingers against her clit in a wide, sweeping circle. A wave of possessiveness came over him when she cried out and moved against him, trying so hard to come.

Trying to find the pleasure he’d promised her.

As he shoved her panties aside and ran a finger down her slit, he released her nipple and watched her squirm. Her cheeks were pink and rosy. Arching her back wordlessly, she let out a tortured sound. He teased her with his finger, applying enough pressure to get her closer to the edge.

A strand of hair covered her eyes. He brushed it away tenderly. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

“I’m…” She drew in a shaky breath and pressed her heels down into the mattress. “I need you now.”

A brow inched higher, and he flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh. “Please.”

“Please,” she begged.

He closed his mouth around her clit, digging his fingers into her soft ass cheeks. She cried out and moved against him restlessly, his name breaking out of her lips. “Jake.”

Fuck, he liked the sound of his name on her lips—all breathy, needy, and soft.

He rolled his tongue over her, sucking with the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge. And once she fell, he’d be on her. She pressed closer, a breathy cry escaping her, and wantonly pumped herself against his mouth.

She was close. So fucking close. He could taste it. Feel it.

“C-Can I come?” she asked, her words coming in breathless spurts. “Please?”

He grinned against her. “Yes. Now.”

He slapped the side of her ass and moved closer to her pussy, tracing her slit again. The whole time he did this, his mouth worked over her. When he slipped a finger inside her, crooking it just right, she stiffened and cried out, her body convulsing around his finger. He pulled out and let her fall back to the mattress.

“Look at me.” After positioning himself at her entry, he lifted her hips and tilted them up. She stared at him, the picture of eroticism. “And Tara?”

Her body trembled under his. Strained to get closer. “Yeah?”

“Next time I make you come, don’t shut me out. I want you watching me.” He rubbed his cock against her clit. “Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes on me.”

Biting down on her lip, she nodded. “I w-won’t.”

He tightened his grip on her hips, flexing his fingers, and took a calming breath. When he thrust inside her…he found heaven. Fucking. Heaven. He pulled back and pushed inside her again, all the way. Her pussy clenched his cock, squeezing him in more. She was so fucking tight. He thrust deeper, then tensed when she cried out.

He hesitated. “That okay?”

“Yes.” She tightened her legs around him. “Don’t stop.”

He tsked. “That wasn’t a proper request.”

“Please. Please, please, please.” She heels dug into his ass, and he stopped thinking about requests or demands or anything at all.

He squeezed her hips, watching the spot where their bodies joined. His cock, buried deep inside of her. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. “Fuck. Yes.”

He gritted his teeth and withdrew before shoving deep inside her. Hard. She cried out and balled her fists. Moving faster, he repeated the motion. She matched his rhythm, rising to meet him each time he withdrew, and then surged back. Never once failing to be ready and waiting.