Page 36 of Pleasure & Prey: Vol. 2

“I think…” he trails off to bite at my throat, in the spaces his fingers don’t cover. “If you wouldn’t be against it, next time I want to see you dripping from all of your holes. Would you let me, Saylor?” He doesn’t give me the chance to answer. Not when his lips close on my nipple and he laps his tongue over it.

My hands fly up to his chest, nails scraping against his skin, though I don’t pull him away. It’s awkward, and I can’t figure out what to do or where to hold on to him.

Finally, Jed makes the decision for me. He grabs my hands and lifts them over my head to the pillows over my head, pushing them down to make a point before he goes back to kneading and teasing my breast while he fucks me.

“You didn’t answer me,” he murmurs, and I realize he’s right.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” I remind him with sharp inhales. “Didn’t I say that already?”

“I know you said some things I could make you regret.” Jed chuckles, hoisting one of my knees up so my calf is resting over his shoulder. It gives him a deeper angle, and I swear I can feel him impossibly deep inside of me. He shifts, and I notice that his breaths are finally coming in sharper, harsher pants. He’s getting close, and somehow, I am too. Though I have no idea how I’m about to come for a fourth time tonight.

“God,” I whisper, closing my eyes hard as heat surges through me. “I can’t come again. I just did⁠—”

“You can though,” Jed goads, his thumb finding my clit for encouragement. “You definitely can, princess. Come for me, won’t you? I need to feel you come around my cock. I love feeling your body so desperate for my cum.” His words and tone are enough to drag me back toward that edge, and my foot flexes over his shoulder, my muscles trembling as I look for any release to the tension building in my core.

“I don’t know,” I whine, eyes on his as he stares down at me with so much intensity I can barely meet his gaze. “It’s a lot. I just⁠—”

“Trust me,” he promises darkly. “I can feel how you’re clenching around me. You can come for me, Saylor. One more time for me.” He keeps on with the words, the dirty encouragements winding around my brain until I can barely see straight.

All I can do is mutter a quick ‘oh’ when I suddenly hurtle back into another orgasm, digging my heel into his shoulder and dragging him closer, deeper into me. This one isn’t like the ones before. It’s raw and ragged, and on the edge of painful. But that just makes it better, somehow. Especially when he curses and spills into me, pulling my hips tight against him so I have absolutely nowhere to go and he’s filling me up, just like he’d promised he would.

But by the time he’s pulling away from me, leaving me horrendously empty and loose as a rag doll on the bed, I can barely focus on the ceiling that spins above me.

Still, I can feel his fingers tracing my slit. I feel when he scoops up some of the leaking cum on his fingers, only to shove it back inside of me, drawing a small, soft mewl of protest from my throat.

“Shhh, shhh.” Jed drapes himself over me, drawing me to his body. “I’ve got you, Saylor.” He does it again, pushing more of his cum back into me and this time dragging a more forceful cry from my throat. “Sorry,” he chuckles against my throat. “You just look so good like this. All ruined for me and dripping my cum. You don’t have to stay awake. I’ll clean you up, princess. I’ll take care of you.”

“Do I still get a grilled cheese?” I murmur, turning into his chest to press my nose against his skin and inhale. “Because you totally promised me a grilled cheese.” As hungry as I am, unfortunately, I’m starting to think that my exhaustion is going to win out.

“Yeah, Saylor,” Jed chuckles. “I’ll make you a grilled cheese. As soon as you wake up.” I barely register the end of his words. The only thing I can really feel is his hands on me, running up my side to cup my jaw lightly. His thumb runs along my lip, and he pulls me closer against him. “Go to sleep, perfect girl. Everything will be here for you when you wake up.”

I don’t need any more encouragement than that. My consciousness escapes when I take another breath of Jed’s scent, and within seconds, I’m asleep.

18

Ican feel him watching me when I finally wake up in earnest. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I remember inhaling two immaculate grilled cheeses that could make angels weep with their perfection. But I’m pretty sure halfway through the second one, I fell back asleep on Jed’s chest.

“Please tell me I don’t snore,” I mutter, not bothering to open my eyes. He chuckles, knuckles stroking my cheek as he pushes a lock of hair back behind my ear.

“I can’t tell you that,” Jed purrs in my ear. “But it’s cute how enthusiastic a sleeper you are, Saylor.”

I groan and bury my face against his chest, glad for the warmth. “That’s embarrassing.” But that’s not the only problem, or even the worst one.

In the light of day, everything feels so much different from last night. My fears eat at me, and the terror that I’ve felt around him for days is back to prickle at my fingertips. After all, dreaming of his slaughter-shed had brought that particular fact right back to the forefront of my mind.

And suddenly I don’t know how I’d forgotten it.

“You’re thinking very hard.” He sounds…nervous. Terse, short, and like he’s unsure of where we stand with these thoughts running around my skull. But then again, that makes two of us. I’m also not sure where we stand in the light of day that’s impossible to hide behind.

“I know,” I agree, finally opening my eyes. “I wish I wasn’t.”

He sighs and shifts against me. “Yeah, I wish you weren’t either.”

But I am. And it’s impossible to stop now. My eyes crack open and I sit up, hair falling around my shoulders as I stare down at Jed, who looks amazing in the morning light. But then again, he looks amazing in any light, or in the shadows at night. He just looks…gorgeous. His blue eyes are wide and calculating as he watches me, though he doesn’t say anything. Not even when I reach down to stroke my fingers along his jaw, relishing the feel of his skin.

“I know,” he murmurs at last, turning to kiss my palm. “I get it, Saylor.”

“Get what?” I whisper, reveling in the stillness of the cabin that’s nothing like my apartment. Sure, the trepidation and fear make my heart beat against my ribs like a trapped bird. I remember all the things he’s done, and what he told me last night.