Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,58
had fallen on his forehead, no doubt released from its perfection by my grip. I wanted him everywhere. I want to become overwhelmed by Jackson Parker, my mouth filled with the taste of him on my tongue, blinded by his beauty and held captive by his touch. “Please…”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
Tipping his head back, he looked up at the fathomless blue sky while exhaling a deep breath. Sliding his knees further apart, he took mine with them, leaving me open and vulnerable. Being open with Jackson like this was like freedom. I didn’t have to think or second guess what this was anymore. I just had to feel and take in each sensation and revel in the pleasure that followed. I wasn’t embarrassed or self-conscious. I got to want, to need, to demand.
“Now,” I ordered.
Gripping him harder grabbed his interest, and then he was on me, biting and kissing into my neck until I could barely remember my name. His teeth clamped onto my nipple. I bowed from the ground with the unexpected voracity with which he fed on me. His mouth had a direct line to the apex of my thighs, and he sucked until the ache between my legs was deep and pulsing, and then he flicked me with the tip of his tongue. I gasped as his teeth sunk in.
Covering me with his branding bites, he left what I was sure was a long path of impressions, first on one breast and then the other. But he wasn’t done. Starting again, he sucked and lapped at my chest until my nipples were screaming, or maybe I was, from sensitivity.
More, I need more, and I needed him to touch me everywhere, but he followed his design, matching them and deepening the marks that would surely last a lifetime…if I was lucky.
It wasn’t just my groin that pulsed in a torturous ache, but my skin. My breasts were hot and heavy under his attention, yet the heat had traveled along every nerve, and they were begging for the wet glide of his tongue and piercing imprint of his teeth. I’d never loved and hated the cool air of the breeze blowing across us so much in my life. It was an aching blow. I longed for it, wanted to feel the echoes of the rush and the sting as it skimmed over my newly formed imprints that drove both pleasure and pain. They bound me, as surely as I was bound to him.
Whimpers fell from my lips, one after the other, mixing with Jackson’s hungry groan as he licked his way to my navel. He was greedy and impatient as he moved down my body, until he got on his knees and spread my thighs open wide.
Holding me down with a hand on each one, he stared at me through his lashes. “I’m obsessed with your taste, your cries, everything about you.”
A scream burst out of me when he dipped down. That tongue. I loved his fucking tongue.
He flicked my clitoris, and we both moaned. His teeth and lips, and…and… Holy shit… His mouth hollowed out when he took me in without mercy.
“Yes,” I gasped. I gripped his hair, holding him in place as an orgasm took over, and I lost a little bit of my sanity in the white-hot bliss that surrounded me.
Just when I thought he’d let up, when his tongue replaced his teeth and the long slide of it eased against the peak of my high, he started again. Ravenous and demanding, that beautiful mouth was still hungry against me. Involuntary jerks took hold of my muscles as I spasmed beneath him. His hand snaked out and grabbed my breast, pinching it so the ache wasn’t only centered under his lapping tongue, but all around the depraved branding he gave me moments ago.
“Again,” he mumbled into me, his eyes sharp as they pinned me down.
“No,” I cried and wrenched away, but he followed without missing a beat and a pinch of his teeth. “Oh…Jackson.”
“Yes,” he growled, forcing his demand into my flesh as he worked me over. I was lost in the graze of his mouth, and this time when he took me in, his fingers, first one and then another, sunk inside, finding the spot, the amazing I’m-never-going-to-recover-from-this spot, he rubbed in and out, over and over.
“Stop, please,” I begged as my knees drew up and locked around his head. But he didn’t let go. He just kept licking and sucking and…I let go.