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“We’ve all been burned by those meant to protect us.”
He bit down on my pulse point, and the pain was sharp and incandescent as he sucked a hickey into place. I didn’t even have to look to know it would be there.
Running my hands down his back, I slid them under the band of his boxer briefs. His ass clenched at the contact.
“You are not alone. No matter how much it hurts or what happens, we will always come for you. We will catch you, and if we can’t, we will fucking jump right after you.” Head rising, he fixed his gaze on mine as he gripped the collar of my t-shirt, then it ripped right down the middle splitting it open.
The cool air on my nipples sent a fresh bolt of need right through me.
“I have you,” he whispered, dipping his gaze to my chest. Shifting my hand around, I tugged his briefs down until his cock was free between us. Pre-cum beaded along my hand as I stroked him. “Have me,” he continued. “However, and whenever, you want.”
“Help me?” I was stroking his cock, fisting him from base to tip and back. I didn’t want to let him go. He gripped the side of my thong and it snapped before he dragged it off.
I wasn’t usually wearing thongs. However, Mickey had been so thrilled with the one he stole at the funeral, I’d decided to wear a few more just to see what the guys thought.
A shiver rioted through me as Jasper held it up and smiled. “Have I mentioned how much I like these? Though, I’m fine with commando…in fact, in the suite, I’d be good with you wearing nothing at all.”
Despite the tears and the pain clenching in my chest, a laugh burst out of me. “If I’m always naked, you guys will get nothing done.”
“Don’t you worry about that,” he mused as I guided his cock right along my slit. We both hissed at how wet I was. Wanting him was like an eager burn in my blood. “We’d get you done.”
Yes, they would.
The bite of his teeth punctuated his declaration sharply as he slid a hand down to hitch up my leg. The weight of him pressed into me, his tip right there at the entrance. “You would have so much cock, you’d get tired of it.”
Once upon a time, that might have been a threat. Now? It was a promise I found myself craving. “Impossible,” I said as his back muscles clenched beneath my fingers. His dark gaze held me riveted as I kept teasing us. His dick was so fucking hot, and the skin velvet beneath my fingers. I kind of wanted to jack him off until he came in my hand.
At the same time…I wanted more. When only a breath separated our lips, I tilted my hips and angled him as he lifted his own. When he clasped my face and kissed me until I had no breath of my own left, he sank into me with one full thrust.
One of us groaned. Maybe both of us. The kiss turned deeper, more drugging, and I was seeing spots for lack of air, but I didn’t want to let him go. I stole little gasps every time he shifted his head or moved to change the angle of the kiss.
With a growl, he surged deeper into me. His balls slapped against my skin as he rocked faster and harder. It was a brutal pace and I relished the challenge of meeting it.
The thrusts promised pain; they hit so hard, and I wanted more for pleasure was raking over my nerves. “You feel so good,” I whispered, and he let out a growl.
“You have no fucking idea how good you feel,” he uttered through gritted teeth. “Sweet, tight little cunt, taking my cock so fucking well. I want to fill you up, fuck you until you can’t walk, then roll you over and fuck you again. Look at how good you take me…”
The litany of words acted like an aphrodisiac, and I writhed every single strike he scored. The scrape of his teeth, the burn of his beard, and the hot sucking kisses just added to the streaks of fire racing through my system.
What might have been languid heat when we first began to kiss had turned into white-hot tension, coiling tighter and tighter. The snap—it was right there, and when it finally burst, I came on a scream that he tried to smother in another kiss.
Only the brutal pace didn’t cease. If anything, he lifted me, pressing both of my thighs back so he could hook my legs. Then hands to the bed, he shifted so he could rock into me at a furious pace. The angle let him watch himself slide in and out, and I dug my nails into his shoulders as I shuddered.
I wanted to watch, and at the same time, my vision white-edged as the pressure became too much, too intense… “I can’t…”
“You can,” he growled, twisting his hips with every thrust, which robbed me of speech. “Look at you fitting me like the hottest glove. Beautiful cunt, swallowing my cock with every thrust. You can take me, Swan. You can…”
Head thrown back, I screamed as I held onto him and he powered me right through the orgasm unfurling in my system. The force was beyond exquisite. Even when I thought I should beg him to stop, when it was too much, I struggled to hold on.
Fresh tears hit my cheeks as another scream broke free. He fisted my hair and slammed his mouth down, fusing his lips to mine as his hips stuttered. The first hot pulse of his release seemed to ignite another inside of me, new flames to lick up every last drop of passion.
How long we hung there suspended, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. His kisses turned slower, lazier, but no less profound. We were bound together, his cock hot and tight inside me. Then he rolled us over and slid his hands to my hips, keeping me in place.
“Sit up,” he ordered, and I rose on shaking limbs to look down at him. “Squeeze me inside you…” Trembling, I flexed around him. The spasming of my inner walls seemed to make it even harder, and I swore we were soaking his bed as cum leaked out around him.
He was still stiff, not all the way hard, yet still there. “That’s my girl,” he said, tightening his grip on my hips and then moving me. Pleasure was sharp and bright, almost overwhelming when I was still shuddering. “That’s my girl, be good for me, take me more and we’re going to get there again, you and me…you’re going to come until you can’t take it, and then I’m going to get you another cock to fill you.”
The difference between flying in the silks and flying in his arms was all in the control. Jasper lunged upward, his mouth latching onto my breast as he sucked a nipple against his teeth. He thrust up even as he ground me down, and I let go. Flying in bed or in the air—it was all freedom, and he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d catch me.
