Fling

by Erin Havoc

  Muffled cries grow into soft moans. I try to hold them back, reminding myself of the driver. But my hands run down his chest and his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips.

  Sexual frustration makes me whimper and move my hips against him. He groans in satisfaction and finally pulls my dress up an inch.

  I gasp as his hand closes around my exposed knee. It’s such a tender touch and yet… Yet it makes me flush with expectation. I want his hands on me. All over me. More than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

  Jasper’s strokes are gentle as he kneads his way up my thigh, inch by torturous inch. Is this supposed to drive me mad? I grip the collar of his shirt until my knuckles bleach.

  “God,” I moan against his mouth, a sound so unabashed it makes my cheeks light up with warmth. I clench my teeth together as Jasper explores the length of my throat and nibbles so deliciously along my pulse.

  Leaning back against the seat, I soak into the warmth of his kisses. Every press of lips is bright as a flame, searing my skin from jaw to collarbone. My moans purr through my chest as I keep my mouth shut, my hands gripping his hair, his shirt. His hand brushes along my thigh ever so slightly, tenderly, and I spread myself open to his pleasure.

  Jasper brings his face to mine and presses a kiss to the corner of my closed mouth. “Open your mouth, Christine.” It comes as a soft order at first, but the line of his jaw is so hard it could cut glass. As I don’t obey him, meeting his eyes with my brows pressed together, Jasper reaches up and grips my chin. “Open it, Christine. I want to hear every moan of yours.”

  He licks along the line of my lips and I open myself for him, a torrent of moans leaving me as the hand on my thigh pushes my dress up, up to a really dangerous place.

  “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he grunts against my lips as he takes my mouth in his. My blood fizzles in my veins as his fingers reach up beneath my dress and toy with the hem of my panties. “I can’t wait to be balls-deep inside this tight pussy of yours, Christine.”

  His voice has dropped to a husky I-want-you tone, and my folds are slicker than they’ve ever been. Wetness gushes from me as I cry out against his lips, coating the inside of my thighs.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, toying with my panties. “So wet.”

  Good God, I’m dying. I’m dying, I’m sure of it. Air rushes out from within me, my heart beating so loud in my ears I can’t hear anything else. The motion of the car is the only thing keeping me grounded, keeping me from passing out.

  How silly would it be if I literally passed out before he even touched me sexually?

  I have never known intimacy could feel like this. I expected flowers and lovemaking and whispers. Not white-hot lust. My mind is pinpointed on the place his hand touches along my crotch. I circle my lips, frantically begging him to touch me there, but he moves away in time. I want him to make me come so hard I won’t even remember my name.

  The car jerks to a halt and I pry my eyes open. Jasper’s gaze is so wild, his hair all over the place from how hard I’ve been gripping it, he looks like sex. Like pure, bright lust.

  Like a sex god.

  He sits back and tidies me up. “What a shame. I thought we’d have more time.” He looks back at me with a smirk as he opens the door. “I expected to make you come at least once before reaching my place, but I’ve missed the chance.”

  I breathe a laugh, letting him take my hand and help me out of the car. My legs quiver as we stride across the hall. We’re inside an elevator a moment later, another man joining us. Jasper stands close to me, his hand around mine. The man shoots me a glance, and I’m so flushed I’m sure he can read my arousal on my face. Jasper bares his teeth and roars next to me, making both the man and I jump. The man doesn’t look at me again.

  Raw heat slams into me.

  This feels amazing. It feels like I belong to him. Like he owns me. Like he doesn’t want anyone other than him looking at me.

  Possessiveness was supposed to be a no-no. But I love it.

  And I could get used to his, but I can’t. I can’t because I’ll only have him for one day.

  As he guides me out of the elevator and into his place, I run a hand up and around his arm.

  Just for tonight. I will let myself pretend I’m his just for tonight. And then...

  Then I’ll have to deal with the fallout.

  He unlocks his door and guides me in with a hand to the small of my back. This is the moment I’m supposed to describe his place.

  How the living room looks like. The style, the color of the walls, if it’s tidy or not. How it smells, how much sun soaks through the windows and covers the floor.

  But I can’t pay an inch of attention to anything but Jasper.

  Jasper’s body, his muscles moving beneath my fingers. His lips on me. His tongue tracing my jawline, setting my body aflame, bringing something from deep inside me I had no idea of.

  His big palms rake down the sides of my ribcage and over my waist to circle my hips. His fingers leave a flame-hot trail along my skin, even if he’s not touching me directly.

  Kicking my shoes off, I let my purse drop so I can lift his shirt and explore his abs. Yess, as perfect as I expected. He growls against my lips as I scratch my nails down his corrugated stomach. After a moment, he curls his digits around my bottom, and he pulls me against his chest.

  I gasp, color kissing my cheeks. I ask myself if I’m really letting an almost-stranger touch me like this. The next moment, Jasper’s pulled me up, my legs coming around his waist on their own volition and I forget it all. He slams me against the wall, my pussy brushing against his hardness and I liquefy.

  Good thing he’s holding me up, because I wouldn’t be able to stand by myself. I would melt and turn into a puddle around his feet.

  Is that his member? Good God, it won’t fit me. I’m a virgin, I’ve never had more than a finger inside me. This whole plan is shitty. I can’t believe I let the girls convince me of advertising my need to lose my virginity online.

  Gripping his shoulders, I feel his muscles rippling beneath his shirt. His mouth never leaves me, exploring every inch of my skin with such hunger it truly feels like we’ve wanted each other forever.

  I keep forgetting I don’t know him. Forgetting I won’t see him again tomorrow.

  Because my body reacts so promptly to his I’m afraid no other person will ever suffice. He drags his tongue along my collarbone and bites on my shoulder, sucking until he leaves a mark. His mark.

  “J-Jasper,” I call his name amid pathetic whimpers I can’t believe are mine. Clearing my throat, I pull back to meet his eyes. “You can put me down. Your arms must be tiring.”

  He scoffs before he brushes his lips against mine, his breath coating my tongue. “Baby girl, your place is in my arms. What are you worried about?”

  The intensity of his gaze almost makes me forget what I was going to say. Running my fingers through his soft hair, I face him. “I’m kind of heavy for you to carry me around like this.”

  He opens a sly grin, palming my backside. “No real man would think you’re too heavy for anything, baby. You’re perfect.”

  Pressing my knees around his waist, I feel his hardness again. Rubbing, probing against the neediest part of me. He’s so going to ruin me. His body, his words, the way he looks at me.

  How special and desired he makes me feel.

  Literally just want to fuck.

  His biceps flex underneath his shirt, and I am two seconds away from slobbering over him. I mean, are men even allowed to be this good-looking? I had no idea. Not that I had ever seen anyone like him.

  He presses his chest against mine, and I’m so sensitive the brush against my beaded nipples make me gasp. His lips are on my jaw and my neck, running down the length of my throat. His breath wrestles goosebumps from me, shivers from the depths of my soul, and leave me whimpering against his strong, hard body. Hips pressed against mine, he keeps me up easily as one of his hands comes up my exposed arm.

 
Every touch of his makes my body respond, jerk, react. He commands my cells, my will, my sex. His kisses are so out-of-this-world I’m shook. Jasper shifts between my legs, and I feel his manhood brushing against me.

  “God,” I gasp, and he devours my sounds, not letting a single syllable leave my mouth without him tasting them. How does he manage to make it feel like he wants this all as much as I do? How does he make me feel like this?

  Like broken and whole at the same time. Hot and cold. Shivering and melting.

  He bucks and my mind goes blank.

  A new bout of lust curls between my thighs.

  “Fuck, Christine,” he grunts against my ear. His teeth rake up my jaw to nibble on my earlobe until I’m almost passing out. “You make the most delightful sounds. I want to fuck you on the wall, make you cream on my cock until you’re bursting at the seams.” He releases a pent-up sigh. “But I have to be nice for your first time, right?”

  Jasper’s rough hands slide underneath my dress to grip my exposed backside. His touch scorches me, but I don’t move. I let him move me slowly up and down along his shaft. Manipulate me. Use me. He brushes himself along every inch of my soaked panties, up until the head of his member touches my clit and I’m a shivering, mewling mess. Digging my nails into his shirt, I’m trying to move and trying to kiss him, but my mind’s scattered. I can’t focus enough on anything else that’s not his power over me and his body against mine.

  He laps up at my throat and across my lips like I’m a rich delicacy, his lips ravishing down the column of my throat to the dip between my breasts. He feasts on me, on my mounds, his digits brushing over the hardened knots of my nipples.

  Pressure grows inside me, low. With every buck of Jasper’s hips, every lap of his tongue across my lips, I’m closer to that powerful, ridiculously great release. I see it rising like the sun on the horizon, dazzling and all-consuming.

  No guy has ever managed that feat with me. And here I am, at his mercy, clothes on, being dry-humped against a wall.

  “Oh, Jasper,” I breathe out and it sounds a lot like a plead.

  “Yes, love?” He hushes and I almost come apart. How can he be so gentle and powerful at the same time? He looks at my face, studying my features as if he wants to memorize them. The black of his pupils have bled into his irises, and I can see he’s holding back. “Are you almost there, baby? Come on, come for me.”

  His fingers find my ass under the dress again and he palms me. But this time, his digits snake beneath the edge of my flimsy panties and find my wetness.

  Jasper positively growls against my mouth. I quiver out of lust, pure and unbridled. And I don’t care if it’s my first time and if it’s going to hurt or not. I want him to take me.

  “Jasper,” I groan, rolling my hips over his erection. “Jasper,” I beg, my brain unable to form anything else.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?” He bites my lower lip between his teeth and pulls. His fingers run up and down my entrance, my juices covering them. “Ready for this fat cock to pop your cherry?”

  “I am.” I nod, my head banging back against the wall. “Please.”

  His pace picks up. He presses his forehead against my shoulder. “Fuck, Christine. You’re driving me mad.”

  Fisting my hair, he pulls my head sideways and bites down hard along my neck, his rhythm never faltering. My dress has ridden up, and I look down over my breasts to the place we meet. My panties are dark with my arousal, the bulge in his trousers thick and long. He moves against me, my femininity begging, pulsing, throbbing.

  “Oh,” I babble as his motions send one of the straps of my dress down my shoulder. My breasts bounce and one of my nipples slowly reveals itself.

  Jasper’s eyes darken more, if possible. His hold on me turns bruising hard, and I’m holding on to him for dear life as a ridiculously powerful orgasm barrels down on me. I try to move, but he controls the rhythm, dragging my pussy along his hardness. Up and down, grinding against the bundle of nerves between my legs until I’m there.

  I’m there, teetering on the edge, pleasure threatening to blind me. It coils low inside me, so tight I could have never imagined it felt like this. My toes curl in and I let go.

  Climax hits me with the force of a lightning strike. I bellow his name as my body tenses and relaxes, quaking between his arms.

  Jasper fondles my breast and flicks my nipple for a second and that’s all I feel. My mind is lost in hazy pleasure. His fingers leave my chest and I whimper, begging for his warmth, but he’s carrying me away.

  A moment later, I’m sprawled on his bed. When I come down, I’m already out of the dress, my tits spilling over my ribcage, my legs wide open. Unabashed, wild.

  The way Jasper looks at me makes me feel powerful as hell. His pupils wide, his eyes never leave mine as he undresses. He’s down to his boxer briefs in a second, licking his lips as if he’s starving and I’m his next meal.

  And I want to be devoured. Consumed.

  I want to be his.

  06

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  JASPER

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  eed almost knocks me out.

  I’m the luckiest motherfucker this city has ever seen. Christine’s sprawled on my bed, exposed, her body on full display. Her big tits, the perked nipples, every inch of her luscious curves, down the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip. Her white panties are see-through with how wet I made her and sheer pride rushes through my veins when I recall the bliss across her face.

  And I’m giving her more. I’m giving her everything.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as I kneel between her legs. “You’re stunning.”

  She flushes, half-opened lips, bright eyes. I made that. I made her feel this good.

  Christine licks her lips slowly, and it almost makes me blow in my pants as I prowl to her. Shaking my head, I cover her body with mine. “Don’t do that, little girl. You have me by my wit’s end.”

  Her hands come up my hips to my waist and the touch of her bare skin against mine makes my balls squeeze. Her eyes flicker as if she feels the electricity too. We’re half-drowning in so much feeling. There’s so much between us now, and I had no idea it was even possible.

  She parts her knees to take me, her throat bobbing. “Oh? I didn’t mean it.” She pouts her lower lip in fake regret.

  I grin. “You’re naughty, aren’t you? You know you’re making me crazy and still, you tease me.”

  I lower my body over hers, her hard nipples rasping against the hairs on my chest. Her hands run up my body to my shoulders and she holds onto me.

  Stamping my mouth to hers, I kiss her, taste her. There are so many things I want to tell her. So many things on the tip of my tongue. But this stuff would only scare her away.

  She doesn’t need to know I want to marry her. She doesn’t need to know I’m already choosing the names of our kids.

  What she needs is utter pleasure. So much pleasure she won’t run from me. She won’t even think about any other man for the rest of her life.

  Fuck one-night stands. I want her forever.

  Fisting her hair, I tilt her head to expose her beating pulse. Nibbling down on it, I savor the taste of her sweat, heady and decadent and addictive. Fuck, I can’t even imagine how luscious her cunt must taste.

  But I can’t taste her sweet juices now. I’m sure I’d come on the spot.

  This woman. She has me at her feet, crazed. A fiend.

  Christine circles her hips against my erection, my hardness brushing along the seam of her pussy. She’s so fucking hot I can feel her through layers of clothing.

  “Oh, Jasper,” she cries out, and my name on her tongue sounds like sin. “This is… so good…”

  A succession of “oh, ohs” falls from her as I hump her warmth. I thrust my hips until the two of us are left heaving, sweating and cursing under our breaths. I kiss a spot behind her ear that makes her shiver, then dreadfully drag myself from on top of her.

  She claws at me, whimpering.

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sp; “Just a second, love.” The endearments escape me, but she doesn’t say a thing. “I need these clothes out of us.”

  She hooks her fingers on the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down. My cock springs out, proud and hard as a rock. Precome sticks from the slit, and Christine moves, her eyes flickering with heat.

  Leaning forward, she opens her mouth and I have to stop her, my cock twitching in response.

  “Baby.” I chuckle, forcing her back down over the bed. “Not now. I need to take you or I’ll die. And I’m serious.”

  My heart beats so fast inside my chest it fucking hurts. Her beauty bedazzles me with how bright she is and I know I can’t spend another second of my life away from her. It would be pure torment.

  So I pull her panties off and let them drop, my hungry gaze fastened to the blooming lips between her thighs.

  “Fuck, look at that,” I gasp before curling my fingers around the base of my member and yanking at it. The head is swollen and purple with how much I need to be inside her. I’m enthralled by the sight of her folds, glistening.

  I need it bare. I need to feel every inch of her walls clamping down around me. Feel her when I break her virginity.

  But I can’t. She would never allow me. I’m a stranger. A stranger who’s obsessed with her, but a stranger. And I have to respect her wishes until I’m able to prove her we’re meant to be.

  Regretfully, I pull my wallet from my pants and run the condom down my length. I swear I can read disappointment across her features, but she says nothing. She doesn’t stop me. She doesn’t ask me to do it bareback.

  She just waits.

  Once I’m done, I pry her legs open and circle my hands around her ample hips. Her fingers find my hair, and our breaths mingle.

  I lick at the seam of her lips, and her ankles hook behind my back. Easily. As if we’ve done this a thousand times.

  Her eyes flicker with heat.

  Pressing my cock to her entrance, I squeeze the first inches in. She moans, her eyes wide, and I stop, gnawing on my lower lip. My heart jumps to my throat as I study her face, trying to read every little expression crossing her features. Is there pain? Is there any discomfort?