Page 27 of Honey Undone (The Hornets Nest #5)

SARAH

T here were literally no words to describe how feral the sight of Jensen, hard beneath his boxers, lust-blown pupils and messy hair, made me. He crawled up my body, his teeth finding the hem of my tank top with a smirk.

“Don’t,” I warned him but he didn’t listen.

“It’s in the way,” he grumbled, ripping the fabric with his teeth at first and then tearing it away from my body. His eyes widened when he realized that I hadn’t worn a bra that day.

“I liked that tank top,” I moaned as his lips pressed kisses to my bare stomach.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more, just be quiet Adeline,” he begged, his mouth trailing up between my breasts.

“That’s never happened before,” I said, watching him pause to look at me.

Jensen smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pressed up to kiss me on the lips, “what an orgasm so good it made you speechless? Cause I deserve a medal for that,” he said, his smile turning smug.

“Cocky,” I scoffed, tugging on my hands a little against the scraps of fabric, “can you let me free now?”

He laughed, smoothing a messy strand of hair away from my face. “No,” he said, kissing my nose, deliberately tormenting me. “You told me not to stop until I proved my point,” he dragged a finger lazily down my torso.

“You can prove your point while I touch you,” I pouted, “You’re just being cruel now.” I had never whined so much in front of a man in my entire fucking life .

Jensen smiled at me, clearly enjoying my frustration. “And you’re being a brat,” he leaned down to nip at my earlobe, “but I have to admit seeing you all tied up and wanting is a sight I could get used to.”

“That’s a lot of destroyed jerseys, baby,” I whispered, feeling his body tremble against mine. The way that word affected him was the only thing holding me together in the moment.

A mischievous scoff fell from him, “We’ll just have to keep buying more than, won’t we?” His fingers trailed back up my body, stopping to circle my sensitive nipple with his thumb. “They’ll be a reminder of how pretty you look when you’re begging to touch me.”

I scrunched up my nose at him, trying to stifle the moan building in my throat as my hips rolled to meet his. He leaned down, capturing one of my peaks in his mouth, sucking and teasing with his teeth and tongue until I was nothing but a writhing mess beneath him.

Fuck. “I think you like that idea, being tied up at my mercy…” he said, his voice muffled against my skin.

“I hate it,” I argued, but in reality it was reigniting the heat between my legs.

“Liar,” he smirked. “You love it, needy and waiting for me to touch you.”

“Then touch me, Jensen,” I snapped, “quit running that mouth.”

His smile gave away just how much he loved my attitude. He enjoyed pushing buttons and it showed. “Maybe I should just ignore you,” he said, his fingers tickling my overly sensitive inner thigh. I’d kill him if he did and he knew it. It was all over his face.

“Can you?” I teased, even indisposed and bound, I could remind him just how we got in this position. My eyes flickered downward between his legs, I could feel how hard he was beneath his boxers.

Jensen let out a low hum, his fingers tickling the skin close to my core. He wasn’t ready to give up control just yet. He spread my legs with his knees, giving himself better access. “Can I, what? Leave you all wet and wanting” He purposefully avoided touching me, his fingers ghosting over my skin.

“You’re only tormenting yourself,” I bit out, trying to constrain the slight tremble. “You could leave me here, sure…” I teased, “but eventually your ro ommate will come back.” My eyes cast over to the closet, where another Hornets jersey hung.

Todd.

Even the idea of it caused him to tense. Jensen paused momentarily, following my gaze. A flash of panic crossed his handsome features before he caught himself. He leaned down, and growled softly from the base of his throat, “Low blow, Belle. Very low.”

He shifted back off the bed and shoved his boxers away. I had it in my right mind to let the whiny whistle of adoration leave my lips at the sight of him. His heavily tattooed body built of hard ridges and thick muscle, all bathed in the moonlight shining through the window.

I couldn’t find the words to tease him because in that moment the only thoughts stringing together in my mind were, large, thick and is that going to fit…

And then, Kaia is going to have a field day with this story.

“You’re drooling,” he chuckled.

“Shut up and fuck me already,” I snapped but the command was laced with soft laughter.

He stood there for a moment, his chest heaving. Clearly torn between continuing to tease me and his need to assert dominance in the situation. A feral grin spread across his face at my blunt demand. He quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Say please,” he teased, coaxing himself with his hand.

“ Please baby ,” I said, giving him all I could as I arched my back against the ties and spread my legs wider. He wasted no more time, positioning himself between my spread thighs, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust inside me in one smooth motion.

“Fuck, that ‘baby’ shit will get me every time,” he pushed in deeper, filling me fuller than I’d ever been in my entire life. My body trembled at the intrusion, adjusting to his size as he pumped out slowly once.

“Breathe,” he whispered and he meant well, but fuck, the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes made me come undone around his cock.

His strong hands squeezed my thighs in reassurance as he slowly pushed in again, hitting every sensitive wall and leaving nothing untouched.

I was struggling to breathe through the small ache of how much my body needed to stretch to accommodate him.

“You can take it,” he praised, pulling out again.

When he rolled back, his shaft brushed the raw inside of my g-spot and dragged a vicious moan from me that blanketed the dull sting and left room for the pleasure to flood in. Jensen let out a satisfied groan as I clenched around him.

“There it is,” he moaned with me, his hips moving in a deliberate rhythm. He was hitting the right spots and making it his mission to continue to do so.

“If this is you… proving a point,” I gasped as he rolled against me again. “It’s only going to make me more of a brat.” I curled against the restraints, my ass lifting off the mattress into his hips as he surged forward.

His thrusts picked up pace as he watched my body writhe against the restraints. A low dark groan of pleasure escaped him as he slammed into me, the force of his thrusts making the headboard slam against the wall.

“Then, I guess I’ll just have to keep you tied up and fucked stupid more often,” he said, all the restraint he had snapped in that moment. “Might improve that smart mouth of yours.”

“You think?” I gasped as my vision started to get fuzzy and my head started to feel light.

“I know,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my thighs painfully as he continued to smack his hips against my ass. Everything was tangled together creating the most toxic mix of pain and pleasure that was going to push me over the edge for the second time that night.

My walls fluttered around his cock and his smug smile told me that he could feel how close I was to the edge.

His pace became brutal and the room was filled with the sounds of slick skin and the creaking bed.

My breathing was ragged and my heart was pounding faster than I’d ever felt it on the pitch.

“Baby,” I gasped for air, my ass flush with his hips as he touched every inch of me. I could fucking feel him in my stomach. “I’m going to…” my words died out as the pleasure ripped through me .

Jensen’s eyes flashed with dominance as he pushed me to the edge, reaching down between our bodies his thumb pressed against my clit applying just enough pressure to throw me over.

“You wanted to be a brat, now show me exactly how much you can take,” he groaned, battling with his own building release. “Come for me.” His demands were insane and made my skin so hot his touch burned.

Whatever words I managed to form died on my lips as the second orgasm wracked through my body even more violently than the first. It came in hot flashes that felt like electricity coursing through my veins. I yanked desperately against the jersey on my wrists, all I wanted to do was touch him.

I came completely undone beneath him and like a rubber band snapping he was quick to follow. He buried himself as deep as possible, and unleashed himself. His hips shook erratically as he spilled out, the sensation of the heat against my walls almost overwhelming as I fought to hold it together.

Jensen’s abs contracted as he watched me fall apart, my cries echoing through the room. “Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back slowly, both our bodies trembling.

“You untie me right fucking now, Jensen,” I demanded, needy to touch him after all of that. A lazy smirk formed on his face, breathless and spent he sat up on the bed and started to unknot the jersey from around my wrists, his fingers massaging the red marks from where I had pulled too hard.

Once I was free I crawled into his lap as he leaned back against the wall and wrapped his arms around my back.

Settling down against him, it felt like bliss to have his skin beneath my fingers.

I pushed them up into the thick hair sweaty around his neck and kissed his jaw until I couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t mind though, his hands roamed up my back and he caught my mouth as I pulled away, offering me a slow, deep kiss that did nothing to help the fuzziness of my head.

I cupped his chin, turned his face away from me and kissed the delicate lover tattoo behind his ear, reciprocating the moment, making sure he knew it was mine.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life,” I whispered, pulling back and Jensen’s hands found the sides of my face.

He was searching my eyes for signs of insincerity or teasing but he wouldn’t find anything because I was staring at him with genuine adoration and complete satisfaction .

“I didn’t know it was possible to feel this relaxed,” I leaned back in his arms, letting my head fall back and closed my eyes as the last of the sensations rolled through me.

I was so fucking content in his arms. He nuzzled his face against my collarbone, pressing his ear to my chest and listening to my heartbeat slow back down to its normal pace against his cheek.

Jensen shifted, pressing a kiss to my chest as his eyes looked up at the shredded jersey hanging limp from the headboard.

“Coach is going to fucking kill me,” he mumbled and I started to laugh, wrapping his head up in my arms, tangling his hair between my fingers and pulling him tightly against my chest in a pile of laughter.