Explosive (The Black Opals) (23 page)

He had such marvelous hands.
Alyssa closed her eyes, content for a moment to bask in the light fall of his breath against her ribcage and the pleasure of his strong fingers. Each deliberate squeeze brought his fingertips a fraction closer to the wet, sensitive flesh between her legs. The swollen tissues began to throb for contact.

If he touched her, she’d come in a heartbeat, but then he’d give her time to reach another peak.
Time enough for the atrocities hovering at the edge of her mind to return. She amped up her deliberateness, and instead of allowing the touch her body needed, twisted out of his grasp and sank to her knees. She slid her palms up his muscular thighs and took the brass button to his jeans between her fingers. Jayce’s entire body tensed beneath her hands. She lifted her gaze to find his eyes closed, his lips parted, his expression that of something between pleasure and pain.

“Take these off, Jayce,” she murmured as she unfastened the button.
“Let me touch you.”

Not waiting for him to reply, she tugged until his hips angled off the mattress and she could pull his jeans off his legs.
Then, she folded her hands in her lap and rocked back on her heels, waiting for him to open his eyes.

When he did, puzzlement clouded over his face.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered.

“Fuck, Alyssa,” he muttered.
“You’re going to ruin me this way.”

She shook her head.
“I don’t think so. You seemed to survive the other night just fine.”

Jayce chuckled.
“That’s debatable.”

Alyssa arched an eyebrow.
“Should I tell you what I want, then?” Leaning ever-so-slightly forward, she blew a light breath over his swollen cock.

“Alyssa,” he groaned.
The muscles in his thighs and abdomen bunched like cords of steel, and a drop of moisture seeped from the smooth head of his erection. “You’re—”

“I’ll tell you what I want,” she murmured.
Bending deeper, she feathered her lips over the underside of his engorged length. “I want to feel you on my tongue.” She flicked the tip of her tongue across the ridge beneath his swollen head. “I want to taste you.” Trailing her tongue up, she lapped at the drop of moisture, then swirled around his circumference.

As he shuddered and his knees fell open, she leaned back.
“Is that what you want, Jayce?”

An oath hissed through his clenched teeth.
Long sooty eyelashes lifted, and his heated stare bore beneath her skin. But he made no other response. He wouldn’t; he would never yield in word. It wasn’t his style. Instead, he issued silent directive with those captivating eyes and wrapped a thick shank of her hair around his hand. With one slow tug, he lowered her mouth to his cock.

Alyssa obeyed the command by closing her lips around his smooth head and sliding her tongue over the thick veins of his shaft.
She gripped the base of his hardened length in one hand, and eased him into the depths of her mouth. Jayce’s low groan reverberated through her. He untangled his fingers and slid them to the back of her head, arching his hips forward to slide toward the back of her throat.

T w e n t y – s i x

T
he firm pull of Alyssa’s mouth made Jayce nearly delirious. Pleasure crawled through his body at the feel of her tongue gliding over his throbbing length, the way she twisted her head ever-so-slightly from side to side and corkscrewed down his shaft. But it was her face that threatened to send him headlong into oblivion. The smile that played at the corners of her closed eyes, the hint of upturned lips at the corners of her mouth, the absolute pleasure that radiated in her expression. She’d suck him dry if he let her.

He arched his hips forward, slowly thrusting deeper into her delightful mouth.
Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled, the sight of which knocked the wind from his lungs. Gasping, he tightened his fingers against the back of her head and guided her up his cock to the swollen tip again. As she flicked her tongue against the sensitive ridge beneath his engorged head, Jayce let out a hoarse groan. His balls pulled into his body, ecstasy threatening to strip away his ability to function.

“God, Alyssa,” he murmured.
He felt her body shake and knew she was fighting her own battle with desire. “So perfect. Look at me.” Releasing her hair, he cupped her chin and grazed his thumb across her cheek.

Jayce experienced a whole new layer of torture as she lifted her long eyelashes and her burnished amber gaze locked with his.
Her flushed cheeks only added to her natural beauty, and the gleam of arousal in her eyes sent another wave of ecstasy arcing through his body. He caressed the line of her jaw, watched transfixed as she eased forward and his cock penetrated her mouth again.

When she tipped her head a fraction and Jayce felt her throat muscles close around the head of his erection, his body refused to have anything further to do with nice and slow.
He eased back, drawing himself down the length of her glorious tongue, and thrust in harder.

Alyssa made a soft pleasured sound that vibrated into him.
The sound alone was enough to render him senseless, but the way her eyes flashed with satisfaction eroded his ability to think. If her beautiful mouth didn’t kill him, those eyes surely would. He stared straight into heaven.

Jayce drew back, pushed in again, fucking her mouth with no care for anything but the intense pleasure that saturated his blood.
Sweat trickled down his abdomen. His breath came in short, harsh gasps. It was too much—he was going to come if he didn’t stop now.

And damn it, he wanted to feel her orgasm surround him when he came.

With a guttural groan of protest, he braced a hand on her shoulder and eased himself from between of her wet, sultry lips. The shock of leaving that warm haven jolted through his body like someone dumped ice-water over his head. His body convulsed, and his hand instinctively dropped to his cock, his fingers gripping just enough to lessen the pleasurable pain.

“
Fuck,
Alyssa.”

Her momentary surprise morphed into a sweet, angelic smile that seemed totally out of place given what she’d just done to him.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Taking her arm in one hand, he dragged her upright and captured her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. “I’m not coming without you.”

The heaving of her breasts against his chest betrayed her own heightened arousal.
She looped her arms around his neck, fought him for control over the kiss. Jayce let her have the upper hand for an instant, indulged in the velvety demands of her tongue until the throbbing in his cock tempered enough he could let go. He slid his hands up her narrow waist to her breasts and gathered them in his palms.

All playful teasing fled her voice as she whispered, “Take me, Jayce.
However you want.” She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Just
take me
.”

Aw hell—carte blanche.
And damned if he couldn’t indulge in that free ticket—he was too primed for much more than burying his cock inside her sweet pussy and pumping into nirvana. The minute she looked up from beneath him, he’d lose it completely.

But he could sustain his release a little while longer.
He nodded at the bed, his voice rasping through the quiet. “Hands and knees.”

Alyssa set one knee on the mattress, then the other, and with cat-like grace positioned herself horizontally across the quilt.
Her toes dangled just off the edge, she rested on her elbows, her perfect ass lifted up in welcome. Jayce fought back another groan as he rose to his feet and stood behind her. Fitting his hands around her hips, he drew her back a fraction. She swayed easily, no hint of protest, no trace of anything but trust.

Jayce ran his palms over the rounded globes of her ass, slid one hand up her elegant spine as he used his thigh to nudge her knees further apart.
Spread before him, her body open to his will, she shivered.

“Are you cold?” he whispered, drawing one finger to the underside of one well toned cheek.

She shivered again and answered with a breathless, “No.”

He dipped his gaze to the wet and ready flesh between her legs.
The sheen of moisture there beckoned to his fingers, and Jayce dipped one into her folds.

Alyssa’s hips sank into his touch.

That she could find such pleasure in simply seeing to his amazed him. It also humbled him. But then, she’d always had that effect on him. What she’d ever seen in him, when she could have had her pick of any guy in the school, he never had been able to understand. Yet, she had seen something.

And he treasured the gift he’d been given.
He treasured her.

He drew his finger through her slickened folds again and swirled it around her clitoris.
Alyssa let out a muffled moan. Her back arched, and she pressed her hips downward, increasing the pressure against her clit.

Jayce leaned forward and brushed his lips across the small of her back.
“You always have liked it from behind.”

“Yes,” she murmured, rolling her hips against his caresses.

He circled her clenching opening, then drew his damp fingertip over the tight pucker at her rear. She let out a hiss, and her body trembled.

“And you’ve always liked it here.”
Pressing against that rosette, he edged his finger inside.

Alyssa dropped her forehead to the quilt with a whimper. His cock bobbed against his abdomen, the insistent rise of desire choking him once more.
He took a half step forward and guided the tip of his throbbing erection against her wet opening.

“I need to be inside you too much right now,” he whispered.

“God, Jayce,
stop talking.
” She pushed back against him, her body trembling from shoulders to thighs.

Jayce couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Sweetheart, you like it when I talk.”

“Yes.”
Clenching the quilt in both hands, she turned her head side to side, frustration creeping into her voice. “No. Just…” Bucking into him, she protested with a strangled mewl. “Do
something.
”

“I am.”
He used his free hand to grip his cock and drag it between her folds, through her quivering, ready flesh. As her warm juices lubricated his length, he closed his eyes to sheer bliss. “Tell me when, Alyssa.”

“Now,” she murmured.

Jayce bit down on his lower lip, tempering a sharp oath. He was only torturing himself, but damned if he didn’t like hearing her beg. “No,” he managed through clenched teeth. Slowly, he pulled his hips back, then eased forward, stroking her once more. “I don’t think you’re ready.”

Alyssa’s knuckles turned white against the dark blue quilt.
A broken whine tore past her lips. “Now, please, Jayce.
Please.
”

Granting them both what they needed, Jayce angled his lower body and pushed slowly inside her slick sheath.
The walls of her pussy clamped around his penetration. He let the grip and release guide him deeper. Breathed through flared nostrils as he combated the urge to slam home hard. The sound of Alyssa’s low, drawn-out moan as he filled her echoed through the room.

When he could sink no deeper, Jayce fitted his hands around her narrow waist.
“God, you feel so damn good.”

“
Jayce.
”

There was an urgency to Alyssa’s voice he couldn’t identify.
But the insistence fringing it was impossible to deny. He withdrew slowly, dragging his cock deliberately through her so he stroked the most sensitive part of her body. His restraint was rewarded with her high-pitched keen.

“Tell me how it feels,” he coaxed hoarsely.

She shook her head, rested her cheek on the mattress. He caught the press of her teeth against her lower lip. “Can’t,” she panted.

“Yes you can, Alyssa.”
He repeated the same, slow, mind-numbing thrust and retreat, aware his own body had begun to shake. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So…good…” She punctuated each word with a twist of her hips.

Fucking perfect.

Jayce pushed in deep, then eased out and drove into her slick flesh with short, little strokes.
Christ, he was so ready he felt like the top of his head was going to explode. Barely clinging to the last vestiges of his control, he choked out, “Are you…going to…come?”

Alyssa clawed at the quilt, and her body slammed back into his.
“Can’t…yet.”

There was no denying she was as ready as he was; her protest had nothing to do with a physical response.
She was waiting for his instruction, the way she always had.

“That’s right, baby doll,” he soothed as he fastened his hands on her hips.
“You can’t yet.”

At her plaintive whimper, Jayce gave in to instinct and drove inside her hard.
Her body moved beneath the forceful thrust, but she pushed back with equal demand. He thrust into her again and again, jerking her hips into his body. Their flesh slapped in the quiet; the bed jostled and creaked. He could feel her flesh straining around him, feel the rise of her orgasm. She fought it back with broken gasps.

His own body blistered with the need for release.
Ecstasy built to intolerable limits, and his arm muscles twitched. “Now,” he choked out. “
Now,
Alyssa.”

As she turned her face to the quilt and let out a scream, Jayce’s orgasm exploded through him.
His vision winked into blackness, his knees buckled. He bit into his lip to stop from shouting, and momentarily incapacitated by unspeakable pleasure, he crumpled onto her back.

Dimly, he became aware of his surroundings.
His raspy breathing droned in his head. Tingles spread down the back of his legs. Against his chest, Alyssa’s damp skin pillowed him.

Jayce opened his eyes to find them laying flat on the bed.
She lay panting beneath him, a good several inches further across the mattress than where she’d started out. Completely drained, he smoothed a palm down her arm and clasped her fingers. She gave his hand a weak, but affectionate, squeeze.

“Stay with me,” she whispered.
“Don’t go.”

As he swallowed to wet his throat and promise her he wouldn’t leave, he remembered his promise to
Jordan. Regretfully, he forced himself to ease from within the gentle clasp of Alyssa’s warm pussy and rolled onto his back. “I’ll stay for a little while, but I promised Jordan I’d take her to the movies tonight.”

Alyssa curled around so she faced him.
A soft smile played on her lips, accenting the pink in her cheeks. “I can’t argue with sibling obligation.” Nestling into the crook of his arm, she pressed a kiss to his chest.

Jayce turned his head and brushed his lips across her hair.
“Rest, baby doll. I’ve got you.”

“Mm.”
Despite her closed eyes, her smile broadened. “Yes. You do.”

And if the conversation they’d started earlier meant anything, he might actually be a step closer to having her for more than these few moments.
Progress.
They’d definitely made progress. Now wasn’t the time to push for more.