The Glass Knot-mmf (31 page)

I
blushed—damn it, I knew I would—and memories came flooding back. Me
on the bed with my legs open wide, my clit aching, throbbing, the need for him
to lick it, suck it into his mouth, so strong it took my breath away. Me
bending over the bed, hands on the mattress, feet apart on the rug, begging him
to
fuck my cunt
from behind. I’d said those words and more, my God I
had, but could I say them again?

He
continued. “Jacob, suck my nipples. God, yes, suck them harder. Suck them until
they hurt. That’s it, baby, bite them. Hold them between your teeth and pull.
Harder. Fuck, Jacob, fuck I’m so wet...”

And
I was wet now. As I shifted slightly from foot to foot, my labia glided and
juices seeped, dampening my inner thighs. My channel clenched, a sharp spasm
that coincided with my clit expanding. I dug my nails into his back, drawing
them down to his buttocks, and counted to ten. He kissed the top of my head,
his hands exploring, casting warming circles on my arse. We stood this way for
what seemed a long time, me rolling those words around in my head to test them;
see how they sounded years after I’d last spoken them.

“Fuck
my cunt,” I whispered, tasting the delicious filth of those words on my tongue.
“Suck my nipples,” said with a little more courage and a little less
embarrassment.

“Just
a bit louder, love. I didn’t quite catch what you said.”

I
knew he had, knew he was doing what he always did. Encouraging me. Letting me
know I could do anything I wanted if I put my mind to it. I lifted my head, a
surge of desire swelling my folds, and swallowed the last of my nervousness.

“Do
it, Jacob,” I said, staring straight at him, a challenge to myself to see this
through. “Fuck my cunt and suck my nipples. Hard.”

CHAPTER
TWO

In
what seemed less than half a second, Jacob had spun me around and pressed my
back to the window. His big hands were firm and determined and radiated brute
strength, the action just rough enough to send yet another wave of giddy
excitement through me—that damn book again.

The
thick, tempered glass was cold, a shock of ice that brought more goosebumps. My
heart was beating so hard and so fast that the sound of my pulse drowned
everything out except the rasping of our breath. It was the accompaniment to
the dull thuds, a sexy scratch of noise that scuffed the air, our own form of
music.

“Fuck,
it’s good to hear you’re back,” he said, bending his head to lick up and down
the column of my neck. “I’ve missed you.”

God,
I’d really let things go, hadn’t I? There was no time to ponder that now,
because his wet tongue was working wonders on my libido, preventing anything
other than what he was doing from filling my mind. His breath heated my skin,
raising the hairs on the back of my neck, and a small shiver went through me.
It spread inside and out, encompassing me as though it were a live being coming
out of hibernation. It left me giddy and hyper-alert, sensitive to everything
related to heat—the mugginess of our close proximity, the slowly warming
glass at my back and arse, the hotness where our bellies and chests touched.

I
clutched his arse, massaging with slow kneads, pulling him towards me a little
more so his erection pressed against my lower belly. He was so much taller than
me, and the need to have that hard length between my folds prompted me to place
my arms around his neck and stand on tiptoe.

“I
need to feel your cock on my cunt,” I said into his ear, more forcefully than
I’d intended. I was still trying on my old self, seeing if it fit me these
days, and for a pleased moment I realised it did.

Very
well.

Bolder,
I went on. “Need it rubbing up and down my slit. Wet from my juices. You like
that, right? Yeah, you like it, don’t you, Jacob?” I smiled a small smile as he
stiffened further, and it gave me courage. “Fuck, yes, you like your cock
covered in my wetness. Like me licking it clean.” I raised one leg, bent at the
knee, indicating I wanted him to pull me, hold me over his rigid length. “Come
on, Jacob. Lift me up so I can press my sopping pussy against you.”

His
sharp intake of air made my smile grow wider, and a stutter of breath huffed
out of his mouth and onto my neck. I had him right there, right where I wanted
him, and it hadn’t taken much effort at all.

Back
into the swing of things, growing more daring by the second, and adoring the
fact that he was loving my words so much, I said, “I want to get off just by
sliding up and down. Just from your fat, wide cock head brushing my clit.” The
thought of it snatched the air from my lungs for a moment, but I recovered
quickly enough to say, “And you remember when we did that before, don’t you?
Yes, you remember. You came too, my pressure dragging down your foreskin...”

“Jesus,
Karen. You’re fucking killing me here.”

He
lifted me, settled my slit against his cock, and grabbed my arse. Pressing
down, he applied light force and, my God, I could’ve come just from that. I
buried my head in the crook of his neck, willing myself to calm down. It was
difficult, though—my clit throbbed in time with my heart, and that
thought returned, the one about someone using binoculars, and I found myself
more turned on than ever. This wasn’t indecent exposure, it was
decent—
fabulous, exciting and off-the-charts hot.

Not
being so ‘good’ now, was I?

He
began to move, sliding and rubbing through my slick folds. I hooked one ankle
over the other and gripped as best I could, thankful that he was holding me so
tight. I was weak with desire—all my energy had been diverted to my cunt.
All I could think of was the pressure of his shaft working over my clit and the
sensation of my pussy moistening further for him. It was so wet I imagined it
dripping down my thighs, trickling to my knees and soaking onto the plush
carpet.

“Talk
to me some more,” he demanded, his lips just touching my left temple. “God,
talk to me some more, love. Talk dirty, talk filthy, whatever comes into your
head, just say it. I want to hear it. I want to hear all of it.”

A
whole host of words tumbled through my mind. Foul, rank words, utterances
suitable for porn films or worse. Words I wouldn’t have said to him before when
we’d talked dirty. But we were older now, life had moved on. We had been
through so much together.

As
though my inhibitions had become as transparent as the window I was pressed
against, I suddenly found it easy to let loose these new words. This was
Jacob—I could say anything and it would be okay.

I
took a deep breath; surprised by how husky my voice sounded when I started to
speak. “Your cock is like a steel rod fucking against my clit. But I want more.
I want you to ram it anywhere you want. Take me and do whatever you want with
my body, Jacob. I’m yours. What I want doesn’t matter—this is all about
you and sating your needs.”

He
grunted, and, although he kept one hand tight on my arse, he slid the other
upwards and tangled it in my hair, squashing it between my crown and the glass
pane. He pulled me closer, my head and my arse, as if he couldn’t get near
enough despite the fact that the fronts of our bodies were connected
completely.

“Yes,
that’s it, harder, rougher,” I gasped. “Do whatever you want. I’m just a rag
doll. I’m here for your pleasure. It doesn’t matter what I feel. Hurt me,
overpower me, drag me to hell with your most primitive desires and fuck me into
oblivion. To a place that’s so dark and hot that I won’t even remember my own
name. You own my cunt, my mouth, my...my arsehole. It’s all yours. Fuck me
harder, Jacob, so much harder!”

“Jesus
fucking Christ,” he said, easing his head back to look at my face.

His
eyes were wild and flashing; swirling vats of lust. It thrilled me utterly to
see something so new and exciting in irises I’d stared into so many times, and
knew like the back of my own hand.

“I’ve
got to get inside you, now,” he groaned. He bent his knees and shoved his cock
deep into my cunt.

I
cried out at the forceful stretch of his invasion, but he silenced me with a
savage kiss, his open mouth hot and wet and frantic. Against my cheek his
breath was hard and fast as he pistoned his hips back and forth. Squeaks from
my sweat-damp skin rubbing on the window filled my ears, and I had a fleeting
mental image of what my soft, pale body must look like from the
outside—my flattened arse pressed to a bloodless white with a big, hairy
hand digging into the left cheek and creating dents. My pussy and the dark
cleft of my anus exposed and my spine and shoulders shifting with the force of
his thrusting.

Gasping
for air around our passionate kiss, I locked my hands at his nape. My pussy
squeezed him tight, building up to a fantastic orgasm. I remembered how much I
enjoyed fucking while we were standing. His rock-hard pubic bone bashed into my
clit so perfectly, dragging it upwards with each sublime thrust. Why had we
gone for missionary so many times over the last few years when this was so
divine? What else had we forgotten that was so good?

“More,”
he said sharply into my mouth. “Come on, tell me more of what I should do to
you, Karen.”

I
willed my mind to work. It was hard when I was flying high on the thrilling
ride to climax, but there was a scenario in my head. Like a seedling bursting
through the soil, it stretched to my mouth.

Out
it spilled.

“Don’t
say my name.” I gasped as a particularly forceful thrust had his glans stroking
my G-spot. “You don’t know me. This is a dark alley. I was going home after
seeing friends for the evening. A lone lady, vulnerable, heels loud on the
cobbles.” I paused to heave in a breath, my lungs desperate with the effort of
talking as he pounded into me with fervour.

As
if sensing my struggle, he slowed his hips but increased the depth of
penetration. Every time he was seated to the hilt he jerked, hitting my cervix
and reeling my clit into a wondrous state of building pressure.

With
a little less air being shunted from my lungs I carried on. My lips touched his
neck, just a fraction below his ear, where he smelt masculine and raw and the
texture of his skin was smooth but tough. “You saw me, walking into this alley.
You were rock-hard for a fuck, so hard, but you were sick of your own hand.
Tired of getting yourself off while you looked at porn. So you decided to just
take me against my will. It didn’t matter that it was me, it could have been
any woman, but I happened to be there, that night, when you were feeling hard
and brave and desperate. So damn desperate.”

“So
how did it happen?” he whispered, breathily. He kissed across my cheek and
nibbled the shell of my ear, the tempo of his hips a wonderful rhythm that kept
my orgasm within reach but also under control. “I need to know. Tell me how we
got to this stage. The me-fucking-you stage.”

I
shut my eyes to the harsh daylight of the room. “I heard your footsteps behind
me and turned, scared. When I started to run, you chased me, grabbed me, hauled
me against a wall and ripped off my skirt. You were so big and strong and so
damn determined.” The image in my head was scarily vivid. I could see us
wrestling, limbs tangled, and hear the sound of material tearing. Jacob all
horny and powerful; me scared and helpless. “You tore off my panties. I
screamed for you to get off me, let me go home. But you clamped your hand over
my mouth, you didn’t care. You wanted me. You wanted to fuck my pretty cunt
hard and fast.”

Gripping
his tense biceps, I built up to that moment of bliss, where climax is
inevitable; a beautiful knowledge spreading over me that satiation would soon
be mine.

“Ah,
love, talk while we come. Keep telling me the story.”

I
shook, feverish with need now. “You’re thrusting into me, your big, bad cock
penetrating my pussy, your hands groping my breasts, harsh and cruel. I bite
your shoulder. You’re furious and twist me to face the wall. My hands flail
against sharp brick. The wall is cold and gritty. It smells of damp and rotting
food.”

“Then
what? Tell me, then what?”

“You
fuck me from behind.” I was almost shouting now, the syllables juddering as his
pace increased. “You don’t care that I’m not wet for you, you shove into my
poor abused pussy over and over. You’ve still got a hand clamped over my mouth
so I can’t scream for help and you ride into me like a marauder. I’m
overpowered... I’m... Oh, God, Jacob...I’m...going to...”

“Me
too, me fucking too.”

We
came together. It was intense and furious. Our groans and shouts of delight
unmuffled and uninhibited.

“Ah,
yes, that’s it, oh fuck, yes,” I cried, actually sinking my teeth into his
shoulder.

“Oh,
baby, fucking fantastic.” He jerked, lodging deep inside me as he spilled his
seed high into my body.

My
pussy clamped and squeezed him, clit bobbing on his pubic bone, drawing out
every last, luscious spasm of ecstasy. Suddenly his mouth was on mine again,
and he kissed me, deep and profound.

Running
my hands over his sweaty shoulders, I clung on, forcing my breasts into the
coarse hairs on his chest and battling for breath and sanity.