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“Fuck,” he breathed out.
Everything happened in a blur after that. Neither of us were interested in taking our time or taking it slow. He was done using just his hands. I wanted to feel how badly he wanted me. The man who usually couldn’t be forced to move any faster because he so thoroughly enjoyed torturing me with the anticipation was nearly feral trying to move as quickly as he could. I rose up just enough for him to get his shorts out of the way. He couldn’t be bothered to even spend the extra half a second that it would’ve taken to untie the strings at my hips to remove my suit bottoms. He just moved them to the side and held them there while I tried to lower myself back down onto him. I hadn’t exactly forgotten how big he was, but I definitely couldn’t make myself just drop onto him to take him all in at once. He groaned and slammed his head back against the chair when his hands shifted to hold onto my hips.
“You’ve got about nine seconds to take every inch of me yourself. Make it happen or I’ll do it for you, baby.”
I couldn’t begin to guess why I smiled at the threat. “Fuck you, J.”
“Please do. You’re down to six seconds before I take over.”
It helped significantly when he shifted one hand from my hip so he could use his thumb on my clit. The sting from being stretched by the size of him faded out almost instantly. I had no idea how much time he actually gave me, but the growl that vibrated through his body when I had him fully inside brought my soul back to life.
Finally connected again.
I sat still on him for just a second, proud of myself for having done it. Like I deserved an award for it, even. Jersey chuckled and grabbed my face with both hands to pull me against him to kiss me again.
“I’ll take it from here,” he whispered and reached underneath the lounge chair so he could lay the back of it flat. He laid back under me and grabbed the back of my neck with one hand then wrapped the other around my lower back to pin me there on top of his body. My fingernails went straight for his ribs when he started thrusting. He didn’t start slow. He didn’t work up to a steady rhythm to let me get used to it. He was savage and needy. Desperate for depth, like burying himself in me as deep and as hard as he could might let him live through me rather than having to figure out how to do it in his own body anymore. I hadn’t even realized I started squirming on top of him. I tried to raise my hips ever so slightly to make it more comfortable for myself and his arm moved instantly from my lower back so that his hand was across my ass to hold me even tighter to him. His middle finger rested on my asshole for just a second before he started applying pressure there and then his grip on the back of my neck tightened too.
“You couldn’t possibly think I was going to let you get away from me right now,” he hissed and somehow put even more pressure on every part of my body where he was touching. Nothing about that statement should’ve made me feel better, but it still did. This was the Jersey I remembered. The crazed possessiveness that wanted me and only me. I couldn’t make my brain or my mouth work to respond to him in any form that would make sense. Instead, I just turned my face against him and bit into the thick, tattoo-covered muscle across the right side of his chest.
“If you’re trying to get me to be gentle with you, that’s for damn sure not the way to make it happen, baby.”
He pushed me up and sat up so quickly himself that it nearly scared the shit out of me and made me think that we’d just unleashed that terrifying version of him that he was so afraid of me having to face. He shifted to swing both legs to the same side of the chair so he could stand up, still holding me entirely against him while he did it. Once he was upright, he lifted me up just enough to slide himself out of me. His sudden absence had me fucking whining while he lowered me until my feet were on the ground. He laughed and grabbed me by the jaw to kiss me.
“Don’t worry. I’m not done with you,” he said and spun me away from him. “I just want to see every piece of you again.”
He stepped all the way against my back a second later and both his arms came up around me until his hands were on my breasts. One moved up from there to my neck while the other found its way into my suit bottoms to start circling my clit.
“Jersey,” I gasped out and locked my hands around the wrist that was up by my neck to try to hold myself up while he quickened the pace with his fingers. He groaned right in my ear.
“Fucking missed the way that sounds when you say it.”
He shifted the hand from my neck until that whole arm was across my breasts to hold me up when my knees buckled at the sudden orgasm that ripped through my body and my brain.
“I still want to hear you scream it, cry it. Beg,” he whispered against the side of my head and slapped my clit with the hand that was still between my legs.
“Son of a —!” I tried to scream at him, but he interrupted me just as quickly.
“On your knees, Triss. On the chair. Now.”
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
jersey
She didn’t even try to put up a fight, and I couldn’t tell if I was disappointed by the lack of a struggle or even more turned on by her willingness to just fucking do as she was told for what was probably the first time in her entire life. Either way, I stood there stunned into silence for a second at the sight of the perfect arch in her back while she waited for me on all fours on that lounge chair. Then I watched goosebumps raise all across her skin when my hands grazed both her hips once I did step up behind her, straddling the whole fucking chair. I moved the bottoms of that ridiculously small swimsuit to the side to run my fingers from one hole to the other, and then up the full length of her spine.
I definitely also made a mental note to burn the whole fucking suit after this because there were way too many sets of eyeballs attached to bodies with other swinging dicks staying on this property now and none of them deserved to see as much of her as I did. That shaky sigh that she was so good at releasing to unravel every thread of patience I possessed had me slamming my way right back inside her while she screamed about it. I grabbed her by both biceps to raise her up off her hands until every muscle in her back was flexed while she tried to also hold herself in place against my thrusts without the use of her hands. I hooked one arm through her elbows to keep her arms trapped there behind her so she couldn’t use them and held onto her hip with the other hand to keep us both steady.
“Fuck, Jersey. Fuuuck.”
When every rock of my hips was rewarded with the most beautiful fucking combination of a whimper and a gasp, I let go of her arms to reach around and put my fingers on her clit. I grabbed a fistful of her hair in the other hand to pull it until the back of her head was against my chest and the bend in her spine was nearly unnatural.
“Open your eyes, Triss.”
I took my fingers from her clit when she didn’t.
“Please,” she whispered not even a full second later.
“Look at me.”
