Fever (45 page)

She went soft under his touch, her entire body going lax as her sigh of contentment filled his ears.

She turned and looked at him again, her gaze so sweet and loving that his heart clenched.

He leaned down and kissed the dimple just above the crease of her ass. “Be right back, love.”

He fetched the thin paddle from his closet and took his time walking back across the room to the

bed, savoring the sight of her on hands and knees, ass perched enticingly in the air as she waited for

him. He caressed one ass cheek and then stroked over the other until she arched into his touch and

quivered beneath his fingers.

“Give me your pain. Give me your pleasure,” he growled. “I want it all, Bethany. Every sound.

Every reaction. I want all of you.”

He snapped the paddle across her ass and she flinched, emitting a gasp of surprise. He smiled. It

wasn’t a sound of pain. It was a sound of discovery. Experiencing something new.

He popped again, a little harder this time, and then inflicted one on the other cheek. A red, rosy

glow shimmered, turning the skin pink. The contrast between the pale areas he hadn’t yet touched and

the spots he’d struck was enticing. He couldn’t wait to redden her entire ass.

But he paced himself, wanting them both to experience ultimate pleasure from the moment.

“Ten,” he whispered. “I’m giving you ten. This is new for you, baby. I don’t want to overwhelm

you. Just give you a taste. Count them out for me. Start at one now.”

He cracked the wood over the fleshiest part of her ass, satisfaction gripping him when the red

immediately popped.

“One.”

It came out as a moan that made his balls ache.

“Two,” she whispered.

He made himself slow when he realized how quickly he’d administered the third, fourth, fifth and

sixth blows. She tensed in anticipation, waiting for the seventh, but he smoothed his hand over her

reddened ass, petting and soothing.

“Please,” she begged.

He gave her what she asked for. Seven. Eight. Nine and then ten, featherlight, much softer than the

others. She sagged downward and then she turned her face, gazing at him with drunk, drowsy eyes that

were now intoxicated with far more than alcohol. She was high on lust and the haze brought on by that

edgy line between pain and pleasure. She’d slipped beyond the here and now and he wanted to bring

her back down just so he could work her up in an entirely different manner this time.

“Turn over, baby.”

He held his hands out to guide her as she unsteadily turned, falling onto her back, a dreamy smile

curving her luscious mouth.

“Gonna have to be bad more often,” she purred. “Had fun and then got to come home to you. Best

night ever.”

His heart went soft and he leaned down to gather her in his arms, wanting to hold her before he did

anything else.

“You’ll always come home to me.”

“Yeah,” she said in contentment.

“Love hearing you say that, baby.”

She smiled and reached up to brush his hair from his forehead. Then she tipped her mouth up for

his kiss and he took the silent invitation, feasting greedily on her lips. Tasting her. Making love to her

mouth just like he was going to feast on her pussy.

“You sobering up yet?”

She shook her head, opening her eyes so he could see they were still fuzzy with the remnants of

alcohol and the haze of pleasure. There wasn’t a better look on a woman. Drunk on pleasure. Dreamy.

Looking at him like he was the only man in her world. Like there’d never been another.

“Going to eat that pussy now,” he growled against her mouth.

“Oh.”

Her excited gasp escaped into his mouth and he swallowed it up, inhaling her deep into his lungs,

savoring her there at the very heart of him.

“Prop those sexy heels up on the bed and grab your knees and hold on. Spread yourself and don’t

move your hands. Open yourself for me, baby. I’m feeling greedy tonight and I want you to come all

over my tongue.”

She arched her body and awkwardly propped her feet on the bed, digging the spiked heels into the

mattress. Hell, she’d probably put holes in it but he didn’t give a fuck. He’d buy a new bed tomorrow.

The fantasy of fucking her in those heels like she’d wanted so badly was worth the cost of a new

mattress. Later he wanted to have her hold the heels of the shoes all spread out while he fucked her

ass. Oh yeah, definitely worth whatever damage they did to the bed.

Her hands cupped her knees and she shyly spread her thighs, pushing her legs outward until her

pussy lips opened, baring her glistening flesh. The contrast of the dark curls and the puffy pink flesh,

moist with her juices, made his mouth water. He knelt on the floor so his head was at a perfect angle

and he moved in, dying to fuck her with his tongue.

The moment he licked her, she bucked upward and cried out his name.

“Hands, baby,” he commanded. “Keep your hands on your knees and keep yourself spread for me.”

She opened farther for him and he took a long, leisurely swipe with his tongue from her entrance up

to her clit, where he toyed and teased, running a lazy circle around the taut nub before flicking it over

and over with the tip of his tongue.

She squirmed and fidgeted, but she kept her hands on her knees and she kept her thighs splayed

wide.

She got wetter as he ate her, grazing his teeth ever so lightly back down to her opening. He tongue-

fucked her, pushing in, licking from the inside out, sucking in her taste and the sweetness of her

arousal.

“This is the sweet, baby. You took the pain, now take the sweet.”

“Jace,” she whispered. “Don’t you know? Everything you give me is the sweetest pleasure I’ve

ever known. The pain is pleasure. The pleasure is pleasure. Your love is more than I could have ever

dreamed of.”

Her words were earnest and so damn sweet that they took his breath away. He tasted her. Ate her.

Drank from her and still he wanted more. He wanted to give this to her. Wanted to make it last.

Wanted her crazy with lust and high on more than just alcohol.

“I want your cock,” she said, the words thick and clumsy. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol

slowing her or if it was her intense arousal and need.

He glanced up and then grinned when he took in her unfocused gaze. She was staring hard at him

but she looked to be having difficulty directing her stare where she wanted. So damn cute.

“You’ll get my cock, baby, just as soon as I get you off. You’re going to get a damn lot of my dick

before we’re done tonight.”

“Oh yum,” she said with a cheeky grin. “I want to taste you like you’re tasting me.”

He groaned. Alcohol definitely made her less inhibited. She was adorably shy, but tonight the

alcohol had given her liquid courage and he may not survive it. He was already about to come in his

pants, and he was nowhere near inside her yet.

He had to pace himself. It was something he constantly had to remind himself or else he’d toss

those killer heels over his shoulders and fuck her brains out right here and now. And if she knew what

he was thinking, she’d be encouraging him to do just that. Tonight she was an impatient, greedy wench

and he loved it.

Lowering his head back down he began to lick and eat more boldly, applying more pressure,

touching her in the places he knew she was particularly sensitive. He knew every inch of her body.

Knew she loved when he slid his finger into her pussy and pressed just so against her G-spot. She

loved when he rolled his tongue around her clit, but she didn’t like when he sucked it too hard. And

she loved to have the rim of her pussy opening toyed and teased with his tongue, his fingers and his

cock. The quickest way to drive her insane was to fuck her with very short, shallow strokes with

barely the head of his dick inside her.

“You are a genius with your mouth,” she said dreamily. “I gotta tell Mia about this. All she said

was that Gabe fucked her just inside the door, but I bet she doesn’t get
this
.”

He raised his head, leveling a baleful stare in her direction. “Not cool, baby. Not cool at all.”

Her eyes danced merrily and she giggled, momentarily releasing one knee to cover her mouth to

stifle her laughter.

“Hands,” Jace growled.

“Oops!”

“And while I’m giving my beautiful submissive her orders, do not mention my sister while we’re

having sex. Ever.”

“Yes, sir,” she said primly. “Or maybe I should say ‘yes, master.’”

“Cheeky wench,” he said with no heat.

He loved the lighthearted exchange. Loved the fun, flirty mood they were enjoying. Bethany had

enjoyed herself tonight and it showed. He was seeing another side of her. He was seeing her
happy
. It

made him ache because here and now he was getting a glimpse of the future. Of how things would be

between them. And he loved every goddamn minute. It made him hungry for more and he was a greedy

bastard where Bethany was concerned.

He licked her roughly from her opening up to her clit, rolled the nub with his tongue and then

flicked repeatedly until she squirmed and went rigid beneath him. He worked a finger gently through

her swollen, damp flesh and as he teased her clit, he pushed in to the knuckle, flexing the tip of his

finger into the wall of her pussy.

“Jace!”

“Want you to come,” he said roughly. “Going to work you right up to that point and then I’m going

to suck you dry while you come all over my tongue.”

“Oh God,” she said weakly.

She convulsed around his finger and bathed him in a flood of quick moisture. He caressed the slick,

velvety tissues while he worked her clit with his tongue. When her breaths grew desperate, like she

was starved for oxygen, he pulled his finger out and quickly put his mouth over her entrance, shoving

his tongue deep and sucking.

She went off like a rocket, hips bucking, her hands flying off her knees to tangle in his hair. She

gripped the strands so hard that it was nearly painful, but she held him tightly against her pussy as if

she were afraid he’d let her go right in the middle of her orgasm.

She arched and rose, pushing herself more firmly against his mouth, her movements frantic. He

sucked and licked, eating like a man starved. When she began to relax and her pussy quivered against

his tongue, he nuzzled more gently, working her down from her explosive release.

Lapping slowly and leisurely, he alternated swipes of his tongue with tender kisses to the still-

trembling flesh.

“Can I pass out now?” she moaned.

He chuckled against her pussy and then lifted his head so he could meet her gaze. She looked even

drunker than before, her eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and her words slurring past stiff lips.

“I’m still going to fuck you, baby. Whether you’re conscious or not. I’d prefer you be awake for the

event.”

“Mmmm, me too. Jace?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“I’m drunk.”

He laughed. “I would have never guessed.”

“But it was worth it to have you fuck me in these shoes.”

“Haven’t fucked you yet, baby. I’m getting to that part.”

She let out another dreamy sigh. “I like these shoes.”

He grinned. “I like them on you while I’m fucking you.”

“You gonna fuck me now?”

He laughed at the pouty impatience in her tone. Then he moved up and over her, her breath

quickening as she stared up at him, the flirty lightness gone, replaced by lust.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours just as soon as I get rid of my clothes.”

She licked over her lips and his dick screamed for him to get out of his fucking pants.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

“That I can do,” he murmured. “While I’m undressing, I want you to lie on your back, head toward

me, and slide over the edge so the back of your neck is on that edge. Wait for me like that. Going to

fuck your mouth just like it was your ass on the edge of the bed, your pussy all spread out for me to

fuck.”

Though he’d told her to do it while he undressed, he stood next to the bed until he was certain she

wasn’t going to fall on the floor. He helped her position her head and made sure she was comfortable

before stripping out of his clothing in record time.

His dick sprang free, painful as hell after spending so much time stuffed into his damn pants. His

balls ached and he was ready to dive deep. Knowing he planned to fuck her three ways before he

came in her ass made him temper his movements. They were both going to enjoy this even if it killed

him.

He palmed her face, holding her steady as his dick bobbed just above her lips.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he ordered. “I want you to relax and let me do all the work. Just lie there

while I fuck you.”

Her lips parted on his command and he pushed inside her liquid warmth. The tip slid over her

tongue and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Jesus, he was going to come all undone in two

seconds flat.

He arched over her, pushing up in a position of dominance. He flexed and slid deep, gliding over