Dirty Sexy Sinner (15 page)

“Look at me, Tara,” he commanded gruffly.

Her lashes fluttered open, her soft, hazy blue eyes meeting his desperately. Without words, she was begging him to give her the release her body was clamoring for. Another deep plunge of his fingers, another rhythmic caress of his thumb against that sweet spot between her legs, and she whimpered as she started to unravel from the inside out.

Her breathing grew erratic. Frantic hands gripped his shoulders for something to hold on to as her inner walls clenched around the fingers buried deep inside of her, and a flood of arousal coated his hand. She shuddered, her hips jerking hard as sensation battered her body, and the fucking icing on the cake was when Tara screamed his name, letting him know she was completely aware of exactly who’d taken her over that edge.

She’d been worried that this first time would be awkward, and he was pretty fucking sure he’d dispelled that concern. In fact, he couldn’t remember seeing anything as stunning as Tara in the throes of ecstasy, and he couldn’t wait to take her there again.

When she finally came back to the present, he removed his hand from her jeans, and he made sure she was watching when he brought his wet fingers to his lips and sucked two of them into his mouth. Her eyes widened in shock, and he gave her a wicked grin as he slowly pulled them back out with a low, delectable sound of pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he said on a blissful groan. “Hot and sweet, like goddamn honey. I can’t wait to lap all that sugar up with my tongue.”

Even in the dim lighting from the one lamp she’d turned on in the living room, there was no mistaking the self-conscious way she bit her bottom lip and wouldn’t meet his gaze. Clearly, she wasn’t used to such explicit dirty talk or even filthier sexual games. Then again, she had six years of catching up to do, and he was guessing any lovers she’d had prior to him had never been so frank about what, exactly, they wanted to do to her.

He didn’t have that problem. He was going to have all the fun of stripping away her inhibitions, all the satisfaction of corrupting her. Lucky him.

First things first, he touched her jaw and made her look at him. “Don’t go getting all shy on me now, sweetheart. That was just orgasm number one. We still have a whole lot of sinning left to do.”

“I’m not being shy. I’ve just never had a guy . . . do that before.”

“What, lick the delicious taste of your pussy from his fingers?” He chuckled, because she looked adorable when she was flustered, and he couldn’t resist teasing her. “It’s no different than me going down on you with my mouth, which fucking sounds like a great idea to me right now.”

Before she could say another word—because he was done wasting time talking when they had better, hotter, more pleasurable things to do—he swept her up into his arms, dismissing her gasp of surprise as he headed in the direction she’d indicated earlier. Ignoring the way her bare breasts bounced with each step he took required much more effort.

“Which room?” he asked, seeing a few doors to his right and left.

“The one at the very end on the right.”

He walked inside and set her on her feet by the end of the bed. The adjoining bathroom was a few steps away, and he walked over and turned on the light so there was just enough illumination for him to see her alluring body and her breathtaking curves as he came back to her again.

He toed off his shoes and removed his socks. Her jeans were still unbuttoned and unzipped, and he grabbed the waistband of her pants and slowly pushed the denim material and her silky panties over her hips and down to her thighs, then helped her out of the tangle of clothing. She stood in front of him, completely naked, with a vulnerable glimmer in her eyes that told him this wasn’t just any ordinary fuck for her.

It wasn’t for him, either. There hadn’t been anything ordinary about her, or the feelings she evoked in him, since the first moment they’d met.

“Sit down on the edge of the bed,” he murmured.

She complied, keeping her legs demurely together, which he’d allow for now, though that momentary show of modesty did make him smile as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. It was as though she was struggling with two distinct versions of herself—a sweet good girl who didn’t want to appear too overtly eager and a wanton dirty girl who wanted to indulge in provocative, steamy fantasies. Tonight, he was going to coax the uninhibited bad girl to come out to play.

He reached into the front pocket of his jeans and withdrew the half dozen rubbers he’d brought with him and tossed them onto the bed next to her. She glanced at the foil wrappers, then back up at him with an impressed smile on her lips.

“That’s a lot of condoms,” she said, one of her dark brows rising inquisitively. “Feeling extra lucky tonight?”

He smirked. “Oh, you have no idea just how lucky I’m feeling.”

When he slowly began opening the front of his jeans, her gaze dropped to where his hands were, and yeah, he was fucking gratified to hear the hitch of anticipation that tangled in her throat as she caught sight of the thick bulge straining against the boxer briefs he wore. He stripped the rest of his clothes off and straightened, and that uneven inhale of breath he’d just heard turned into a low, strangled moan as she stared unabashedly at his sizeable erection.

Her jaw dropped open slightly, and she absently licked her lips, as if she were already tasting him on her tongue, in her mouth. The hungry look in her eyes had his dick jerking in response.

“Stop looking at my cock like that, or you’ll be on your knees with it halfway down your throat within the next thirty seconds,” he warned, almost not recognizing the harsh, dominant sound of his own voice.

She blinked up at him, her hands clutching the comforter on the bed as sublime lust played across her features. “I don’t think I’d mind that at all.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. His dick was totally on board with that idea, and he had to seriously remind himself that tonight was all about Tara and not watching her lips slide up and down his shaft as she sucked him off. “I’m going to hold you to that promise, another time. Right now, I want you to spread those gorgeous legs for me. Show me that sweet pussy I’m dying to taste again.”

She did as he’d ordered, and he knelt in front of her, his gaze devouring all that erotically smooth skin, the soft lips of her pussy, the pretty pink petals of her sex. He glanced a little higher and saw a tattoo on the lower left side of her bikini line. It was all script and read:
The struggle is part of the story
.

There was so much emotion and meaning behind those words, and while he was curious to know the significance of the ink, he saved the question for later. Right now this was part of
their
story, and he wanted his first time with her to exceed her expectations and leave her completely sated.

“Lie back and close your eyes,” he instructed as he pressed his hands to her knees to open her even wider. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

T
ara was a
slave to Jackson’s every command. Whatever he asked, she obeyed without question, wanting to experience every single level of intimate pleasure with this man. She’d never felt so worshipped, so beautiful and desirable as she did with him.

She lay back and closed her eyes as he’d requested, and once she was supine, he lowered his head and placed a warm, openmouthed kiss on the inside of one of her thighs, then used his teeth and tongue to inflame her even more. Leisurely, he made his way up one quivering leg, then did the same to the other, and there was no holding back her desperate, needy moans as he finally reached the place she was dying to feel his mouth the most.

He draped both her limbs over his broad shoulders and slid his hands up to grip her hips, then moved in closer, the warm gust of his breath against her exposed flesh shooting tingles up her spine. The tip of his tongue teased through her folds, tantalizing her with the lightest of touches, and she made a sound of frustration that did nothing to speed up his torment. He took his time, learning what made her sigh, what made her moan, and ultimately, what made her whimper and writhe beneath the onslaught of his incredibly talented mouth.

“Jackson,” she whispered desperately as desire coiled tight in her belly and the ache he’d created between her legs swelled hotter and higher inside of her. Beyond any semblance of modesty, she fisted her fingers into his hair and lifted her hips toward his mouth, seeking . . .
more
.

With a low, ragged groan, he finally obliged, the slow, lazy licks along her slit increasing into firmer, deeper strokes that had her panting, a wild need racing through her body. His ravenous lips slid across every inch of her pussy and sucked on her sensitive clit, devouring her as if she were the sweetest dessert imaginable. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue relentless in its quest to send her over the edge and straight into ecstasy.

She was nearly there. Her orgasm swelled to epic proportions inside of her, and she arched her back, twisting her fingers tighter in his hair as she shamelessly, brazenly, bucked against his depraved, proficient mouth. Her trembling thighs tightened against the sides of his head, the chafing of his stubble on her tender skin amplifying all the other arousing sensations battering her. The light, erotic scrape of his teeth across her clit and a deep thrust of his tongue had a monumental climax slamming into her so hard she cried out as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure consumed her, physically and emotionally.

She collapsed back onto the mattress and released his hair from her fingers. As her body pulsed with the delicious aftershocks of such a fierce orgasm and her gasps slowly ebbed into sated sighs, Tara was vaguely aware of Jackson standing and reaching for one of the condoms he’d tossed onto the bed next to her.

Through heavy eyelids that she could only manage to open half-mast considering what a limp, boneless heap she was, she blatantly ogled his naked body. He was gorgeous—lightly muscled, with defined abs, lean hips, and . . . Jesus, he was well endowed. Thick, with way more length and girth than her battery-operated boyfriend, that was for sure.

He glanced up at her as he sheathed his engorged dick, catching her sudden wide-eyed stare. A cocky smile eased up the corners of the sinful mouth that had just given her such unparalleled bliss. “Don’t worry,” he teased with a devilish twinkle in his dark eyes as he stroked his shaft in his hand. “You’re so wet and slick it’ll fit just fine.”

She laughed softly, even as her body responded to the way his fingers tugged on his erection. “Arrogant much?”

“Nothing egotistical about the truth,” he said, his gaze dropping to where her legs were still splayed open. Where her sex was glistening from the orgasm he’d just given her. “In a minute, when I’m buried balls deep inside your soft, wet pussy and you’re stretched tight around me, I’m sure you’ll agree.”

She licked her lips at the thought of taking all of him and realized she was way more excited than nervous. “Six years,” she reminded him as she started to move up the bed to make room for him. “Go easy on me.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” With a wicked grin, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back down to the foot of the bed so that her ass was right on the edge again. “I’m going to fuck you right here, just like this, so I can watch you take every inch of my cock.”

His big hands slid down her calves to the backs of her knees, his fingers gripping there as he widened her legs, then bent them toward her stomach. The unobstructed view he had of her sex, from her unveiled clit all the way down to her opening, was shocking and indecent. The hold he had on her was assertive and commanding, making it difficult for her to move, even if she wanted to.

Adrenaline rushed through Tara, and she instinctively grabbed on to the comforter for some kind of anchor. God, she’d never felt so sexually vulnerable. So exposed. So undeniably excited as she waited for him to take her in such a dominant way. There was nothing conventional about this man when it came to sex, but that’s what made him so hot. So sexy. So thrilling.

He let go of one of her knees, just long enough to drag the tip of his cock through all the moisture he’d just enticed from her, then aligned the head at the entrance of her body. His hand returned to her leg, repositioning it wide open so he could still see everything as he pushed his hips forward, and his cock demanded entrance. She moaned at the initial pressure, inhaled a sharp breath as he breached her tight channel, and was purring with pleasure by the time his shaft was seated completely inside her.

She’d never felt so indulgently, wonderfully full. “You fit me more than just fine,” she said, compelled to give credit where it was due.

“Told you so,” he murmured seductively, arrogantly, as he leisurely withdrew, then gradually impaled her on his cock again, his eyes never leaving the place where they were joined.

He slow-fucked her, sliding all the way in with a deliberate grind of his hips, then pulling almost all the way back out, drawing out every intimate sensation her pliant body had to offer. It was pure torment and the most exquisite temptation. Every sleek stroke of his cock along her inner walls was an erotic massage and a completely maddening tease, and all she could do was moan and let him have his way with her.