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Story: Beneath the Burn
“Jay, it’s okay. Listen—”
“No, you listen. I’m going to make a mess of this. It’s an honest-to-fuck certainty.”
“That’s pessimism, not certainty.” She winked.
God, she was sexy. And understanding. And maybe a little crazy. But the sexy, crazy firecracker needed limits. “No blood. Not budging on that.”
He followed her lowering eyes to the tiny red bead clinging to her nipple. With a swipe of his tongue, he licked it away. This was her normal. Her benchmark for judging the value and quality of pleasure. He was an outsider, trying to get in. He’d get there. He would. In the meantime, he’d have to do things her way.
“Be patient with me.” He shifted his attention to the other breast, tasted the unmarked skin. “Don’t you dare feel bad when I get frustrated.” He dragged his teeth over her nipple. “And I get frustrated a lot.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
Smart ass. He pressed forward and took her mouth. She met him with the same desperate energy, turning his thoughts to drivel. The firm slide of her kiss made him wild to deepen it, to own her mouth the way she owned him. He worked her lips over, pressing hard, biting, rubbing until they were swollen and red. He dragged his mouth over her jaw, down her throat, and sank his teeth into the rise of her breast without breaking the skin.
She blinked, bit her puffy lip.
Well, shit. The last time he bit a tit like that, the woman—he couldn’t remember her face—screamed for ten minutes. It had killed his erection instantly.
He rotated his pelvis in slow circles. She felt like an extension of his own body wrapped around him, and looked absolutely sinful tied to his bed. It made his heart pump harder, sending more blood south. There was a good chance he was going to pass out if he didn’t come soon. He needed her at his level, burning at the same fevered pitch. He pinched the uninjured nipple.
The vibration of her groan sent an electric current through his dick. It buried his balls deep. He froze long enough to keep the climax at bay.
When he thought he’d reached a safe degree of control, he reared his hand back and slapped her thigh with as much force as a hundred pound girl could absorb.
She smiled. Fuckingsmiled.
He licked those teasing lips. “Harder?”
The turned-up corners of her mouth stretched wider.
As small as she was, he would’ve thought she’d be more fragile, breakable. Yet, his hands had been all over her miniature packs of muscle, and he knew her strongest spot. It could take a harder strike.
He captured her untied leg, hooked it around his waist, and used it to lift her ass away from the mattress. Target bared, he unleashed an open-handed swing.
That got him a burning palm and a twitch in her thigh. Damn, the tough little brat. He settled her on her back and rolled his hips between her legs. “I’m not anywhere close to doing it for you, am I?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m having sex with the only three-time winner ofPeople Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive. If that weren’t enough, I’m lying in a wet spot”—she wiggled her hips—”that proves you actually live up to every explicit rumor I’ve read about you.”
Motherfuck. She followed the gossip rags. “Charlee, you can’t believe the shit they write about me.”
“Can’t I? There are a holyfuckton of women crowing about yourunapologetic fucking. They even named your famous positions.”
Oh Jesus, she knew about that. “Don’t—”
“The Limp Away From Jay Lay.”
A small smile touched her lips, but he didn’t miss the flatness in her tone. She was jealous. It shouldn’t have, but the notion gave him a selfish little thrill.
“Then there’s the Mayard Mount.” She stared at his chest, eyebrows drawn.
He hated that his depravity cluttered the Internet. All she had to do was open a browser and type his name. All the shit he’d done with those women would be shoved in her face, mocking her.
“The Hands-Free Blow Me.” She gave him a pitying look.
“I think I lost my hard-on.” He thrust his hips to remind her where his dick was.
“Oh, and I’m currently experiencing a fan favorite, right? The Rope Burn.” She twisted her wrists in the binds and glared at him.
“No, you listen. I’m going to make a mess of this. It’s an honest-to-fuck certainty.”
“That’s pessimism, not certainty.” She winked.
God, she was sexy. And understanding. And maybe a little crazy. But the sexy, crazy firecracker needed limits. “No blood. Not budging on that.”
He followed her lowering eyes to the tiny red bead clinging to her nipple. With a swipe of his tongue, he licked it away. This was her normal. Her benchmark for judging the value and quality of pleasure. He was an outsider, trying to get in. He’d get there. He would. In the meantime, he’d have to do things her way.
“Be patient with me.” He shifted his attention to the other breast, tasted the unmarked skin. “Don’t you dare feel bad when I get frustrated.” He dragged his teeth over her nipple. “And I get frustrated a lot.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
Smart ass. He pressed forward and took her mouth. She met him with the same desperate energy, turning his thoughts to drivel. The firm slide of her kiss made him wild to deepen it, to own her mouth the way she owned him. He worked her lips over, pressing hard, biting, rubbing until they were swollen and red. He dragged his mouth over her jaw, down her throat, and sank his teeth into the rise of her breast without breaking the skin.
She blinked, bit her puffy lip.
Well, shit. The last time he bit a tit like that, the woman—he couldn’t remember her face—screamed for ten minutes. It had killed his erection instantly.
He rotated his pelvis in slow circles. She felt like an extension of his own body wrapped around him, and looked absolutely sinful tied to his bed. It made his heart pump harder, sending more blood south. There was a good chance he was going to pass out if he didn’t come soon. He needed her at his level, burning at the same fevered pitch. He pinched the uninjured nipple.
The vibration of her groan sent an electric current through his dick. It buried his balls deep. He froze long enough to keep the climax at bay.
When he thought he’d reached a safe degree of control, he reared his hand back and slapped her thigh with as much force as a hundred pound girl could absorb.
She smiled. Fuckingsmiled.
He licked those teasing lips. “Harder?”
The turned-up corners of her mouth stretched wider.
As small as she was, he would’ve thought she’d be more fragile, breakable. Yet, his hands had been all over her miniature packs of muscle, and he knew her strongest spot. It could take a harder strike.
He captured her untied leg, hooked it around his waist, and used it to lift her ass away from the mattress. Target bared, he unleashed an open-handed swing.
That got him a burning palm and a twitch in her thigh. Damn, the tough little brat. He settled her on her back and rolled his hips between her legs. “I’m not anywhere close to doing it for you, am I?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m having sex with the only three-time winner ofPeople Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive. If that weren’t enough, I’m lying in a wet spot”—she wiggled her hips—”that proves you actually live up to every explicit rumor I’ve read about you.”
Motherfuck. She followed the gossip rags. “Charlee, you can’t believe the shit they write about me.”
“Can’t I? There are a holyfuckton of women crowing about yourunapologetic fucking. They even named your famous positions.”
Oh Jesus, she knew about that. “Don’t—”
“The Limp Away From Jay Lay.”
A small smile touched her lips, but he didn’t miss the flatness in her tone. She was jealous. It shouldn’t have, but the notion gave him a selfish little thrill.
“Then there’s the Mayard Mount.” She stared at his chest, eyebrows drawn.
He hated that his depravity cluttered the Internet. All she had to do was open a browser and type his name. All the shit he’d done with those women would be shoved in her face, mocking her.
“The Hands-Free Blow Me.” She gave him a pitying look.
“I think I lost my hard-on.” He thrust his hips to remind her where his dick was.
“Oh, and I’m currently experiencing a fan favorite, right? The Rope Burn.” She twisted her wrists in the binds and glared at him.
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