Twisted(126)

This time she didn’t torment him with a shallow suck but took him down in one long swallow, taking as much as she could in one pass. At the sound of his grunt, she pushed herself for more, digging her nails into the insides of his thighs while she opened her throat and amped up her suction.

“Jazz, baby, c’mere.”

Shifting her body so that he could see, she flipped up her skirt and pushed aside her panties, moaning around him as her fingers brushed her soaked piercing. She knew his mobility was more limited than usual due to his injuries, so she took advantage, torturing them both with the visual of her swirling her fingers in and out of her pussy. He grabbed her leg and bit the inside of her calf and damn if the jolt didn’t zip right into the heart of her, where she was pulsing around her thrusting fingers.

“Fuck, baby. I can’t watch this.”

“So close your eyes.”

His indignant huff made her grin before her desire demanded center stage. She fucked herself openly, spreading her thighs, giving him the show of her life while she smoothed wet kisses along his shaft. She exalted in every broken gasp he couldn’t hold back and the way his hips jerked and his cock thrust helplessly into her fist. He was so close to the edge, and she’d taken him there. Just like she’d taken herself.

Power surged through her trembling limbs, heady and sweet. “Where do you want to paint me with your cum?” she murmured, pressing her thumb against the seeping slit on his erection.

He bit off a groan, his shoulders nearly coming off the bed as he gripped the sheets and stared fixedly at her pumping hand. “You know where,” he rasped. “Inside you. I want it dripping out of you.”

“Always gotta bump it up a notch.” At his muffled laughter, she lapped up the fluid pooling on the tip of him and pulled her damp hand free to caress the base of his dick. His laughter turned into a moan when she squeezed. Having super strong fingers came in handy sometimes. “So do I.”

“If only I could flip you on your stomach right now…”

“You can’t flip me anywhere. And I think I like that.” She caught her tongue between her teeth and crawled up his body to rub her lips over his, letting him taste himself on her mouth before she traced her wet fingertips over his lower lip. His broody eyes never left hers as he licked up what she’d given him, as he curled his tongue around her fingertip.

“You like taking control, huh?”

“I guess I do.” She eased back to pull off her top, tossing it on the floor. Then she popped the clasp on her bra and leaned forward, trailing her nipples over his mouth. He growled and seized hold of one, biting down with a sensuous pressure that ignited a fierce drumbeat between her legs. “I can’t wait.”

“Then don’t.” He grabbed her hip and situated her over his cock. When she hovered over his length, a fraction of an inch away, he dropped his hand to the mattress.

The permission he offered her in his gaze stole her breath. She knew it wasn’t easy for him to give up control, but he would—for her.

She scratched her nails over the Oblivion tattoo low on his stomach. “You know, I haven’t teased you nearly enough about this tat. But since it says this way to Oblivion, I’m about to see if there’s truth in advertising.” She lifted up slightly then plunged downward, sighing as she took him in right to the hilt. “Oh yeah.” She swiveled her hips and repeated the move. “That’s fucking oblivion, all right.”

“Christ, you’re trying to kill me.” He wheezed and gripped the sheet in his fist, his hips rising to match the violent pace she set.

She leaned forward and braced her hands on the pillow on either side of his head, brazenly riding his cock. Her breasts bounced in his face and she didn’t even worry about excess jiggling because for the first time, she truly felt like a goddess. Sexy and free and so very loved.

Being loved made all the difference.

“So goddamn beautiful.” His fingers spanned her cheek and he brought her mouth close, panting into it as he rocked into her again and again, their rhythm instinctual and unhurried. She didn’t have to reach for the beat or urge him to speed up, because whatever she did, he countered, reading her effortlessly.

They were in sync, their bodies slapping and sliding together with the most delicious friction. God, she never wanted it to end.

Eventually beads of sweat popped out on his forehead and he swore, reaching down to grip her ass and pull on her onto him harder, faster. Her painfully swollen clit and her piercing dragged over his flesh, making them both curse, and she bowed back, locking her arms behind her head as she ascended that first peak and coasted into the thrilling drop, hurtling so swiftly that she didn’t know if she’d find nirvana or a hard landing below.