Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,26

out unintelligibly, her hands fisting the comforter now while she pressed her bottom back toward him.

He gritted his teeth, knowing that like the last time he’d been inside her six months ago, he was not going to last long. He held her hips tight, keeping her from squirming while he focused on anything but how damn good it felt to have her pussy wrapped around his cock. Failing that, he blew out a breath and let himself ease out of her warmth before thrusting back into her again.

Libby continued to shove herself closer to him, pushing with her hands as if somehow she could get more contact.

He lifted one hand and swatted her reddened bottom. “Stay still, baby girl.”

She moaned. “Please. Oh God, Jason. I’m so close again already. I need…”

“I know you are, little one. But you need to stop squirming. I’ll decide when and if you come. Understood?”

Another delicious shiver all down her body. “Yes, Sir.” She stopped trying to control him, though he could tell by the tight grip she had on the comforter it wasn’t easy.

He watched as he slid in and out of her, the sight almost his undoing by itself. She felt so damn good wrapped around him. The only chance he had of ever lasting longer than a few minutes inside her would be if he took her more than once in the same night.

He kept his movements as slow as he could manage, but every inch of friction pushed him closer to nirvana no matter what speed he assumed.

Needing to hear her cry out again, he reached around her belly and found her clit. The moment he stroked the swollen nub, she lifted her face. “Jason…” Her voice was strained.

“It’s okay, little one. Come with me. Do it now, baby.”

She clenched her pussy at his command, her body pulsing around his cock, a long moan coming from her lips.

He thrust harder as he pressed against her clit, holding his breath as he reached his peak. He had never enjoyed a woman as much as he did this one, and that thought didn’t escape him as his orgasm pulsed deep inside her.

He was totally wrapped around her finger, and it would be impossible for her not to find that out.

Jason lowered her to her side finally, easing out of her. He wished he could stay inside her warmth forever, but that wasn’t practical. Instead, he patted her ruddy ass and slid off the bed.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up, he returned to her side, rolled her sleepy body onto her back, and spread her legs so he could wipe her pussy.

She moaned, her eyes closed, her body pliant.

He hauled her up the bed, settled a pillow under her head, and then grinned to himself as he had an idea.

She didn’t move a muscle while he reached into the drawer next to his bed and pulled out the perfect toy. She didn’t fight him as he lifted her left arm over her head either. It wasn’t until the click of the handcuff disturbed the silence in the room that she opened her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she murmured.

He attached the other end of the handcuff to the bedpost. There were two feet of chain between the cuffs, giving her plenty of wiggle room. “Making sure you can’t sneak out on me in the middle of the night again.”

Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious.”

“Very.” He wiggled his brows. “I’m exhausted. I’ll sleep much better knowing you can’t escape.” He climbed over her, pulled the covers up both their bodies, and maneuvered her onto her side so he could spoon her sweet body from behind.

“Jason.” Her voice was high-pitched.

He slid his hand up between her breasts and held her close. “Sleep, little one.” He couldn’t keep from smiling at her shock but tried to keep his mirth out of his voice.

“You expect me to sleep handcuffed to your bed?”

“Yep.”

She tugged on his hand with her free one. “I promise I won’t sneak out.”

“Mmm.” He flipped his palm over and grabbed her smaller hand with his, wrapping his fingers around her fist. When she squirmed, he rolled her onto her belly and slid his palm down to her warm bottom. He gave a squeeze and then a quick, hard swat.

She gasped, but a moan followed. “Jason…” Her voice was breathy.

“Stop fighting me, Libby.”

“But—”

Another swat, and this time he reached between her