Cliff and I did...that was making love. He cherished me every time he touched me, making me feel precious and perfect.
But with Jericho, he brings out the other side of me. The side that wants to be fucked and fucked dirty.
“No,” I tell him seriously. “What are you going to do about it?”
In answer, Jericho growls. Then he sits back on his heels and yanks my shorts down, panties and all. Not one to just let him run the show, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull that off too, and my sports bra goes next.
And then I’m bare to him, as naked as he is.
“You look...” His dark, hungry eyes run over every part of me so intimately that I get a chill from his gaze alone. “Decent.”
I blink at him, my lust-addled brain taking a second to comprehend what he said. “Decent? What the motherfuck? Are you trying to get cock socked?”
He tips his head back and laughs, and the sound is so uninhibited that I can’t help but lose a fragment of the scowl on my face.
“Oh, shit,” he says, his abs tensing with his chuckle as he leans forward again. “You should’ve seen your face.”
“I changed my mind. I don’t like you anymore.”
He grins, flashing his white teeth. “Liar.” To prove his point, he reaches down and cups my sex. Without preamble, he parts my folds and shoves a finger right into my waiting heat.
“Shit.” My hands fly up to grasp his forearms, and a very un-Jetta-like whimper falls out of my lips as his finger curls and hits the most delicious spot.
“Mmm. Do you feel how wet you are? All of this, just for me.”
Not only can I feel it, I can fucking hear it.
My pussy squelches as he adds another finger, curling both of them inside of me like he’s trying to scoop out the cream from my center.
“Are you gonna come just from this, Jet?” he asks huskily. “Are you going to squeeze my fingers and get even wetter for me?”
“No,” I say, just because I like to argue. I absolutely could orgasm just from this, and the male hasn’t even touched my clit yet. But the sexual energy between us is off the charts. He makes me feel completely carnal.
“Lying again,” he says, nipping at my throat. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson about that.”
“You can fucking try,” I retort.
A wolfish grin takes over his face. “Gladly.”
When he sees me biting my lip, he leans down and captures it between his teeth instead, nibbling a little before releasing it. And all the while, he’s pumping into me, his fingers brushing against my G-spot like a threat and a promise all in one—the threat that he can give me the pleasure I just denied, all while promising me that I’ll get it whether I admit it or not.
“Tell me again, Jet.”
When I don’t answer, he pulls his fingers out of my heat and then rocks his hips until my thighs are once more squeezing his cock. He pushes against my sheath, coating himself in my wetness as I do my best not to whimper again.
I squirm beneath him, my nails digging into his skin and ready to draw blood. I want more. I want to be filled to the hilt. I want to stop the teasing and pussyfooting around we’ve been doing for weeks, and I want the electric charge between us to finally strike home.
“You needy bastard, just fuck me already!”
Looking immensely pleased, he reaches down and hikes up my right leg, hooking my calf over his hips. And then he thrusts his cock deep inside of me, so hard that my body goes sliding up against the dirt.
He drags me right back down, pinning me with a hand over my hip as he tilts me up, and then he starts fucking me like he wants to bury himself so deep inside of me that he won’t be able to come back out again.
I lose all sense of time.
Seconds change into breaths, and breaths turn into moans. All I have are my senses. No mind, no heart, just feeling. He plunges in and out of me at a relentless pace, and my world caves in against all other comprehension.
“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now, taking my cock with that snarl on your face.”
My lips curl into a sneer, because I love the fight just as much as he does, and my blood