by Finn, Emilia
“Are you ready for me, Jay? You’re so concerned about me being ready for you, but have you considered your own wellbeing?” She squeezes my cock so hard, I could come in this instant. “I’m tight. Tighter than you’ve ever had. But I’m not scared, so you gotta do it anyway, even if you think you don’t fit.”
“God,” I drag the word out. “Yes, please.”
“If you jack early, I’ll hate your guts.”
I laugh. “I won’t go early, I swear.” Catching up, I go to work on her jeans, popping the button and dragging them down her legs. Sitting on my haunches, I toss the denim away and look back at the vixen lying right in front of me. Messy hair because of my hands. Red marks on her skin—again, because of my hands. Her chest lifts and drops fast, and her cheeks flush pink.
She’s scared, but she’s ready. She’s unsure if this’ll work, but she wants me so bad, she’s willing to go to bed with the devil and roll the dice.
Tossing my shirt away and leaning forward, I nip at her firm belly and make my way up to her purple bra. This one has a clasp on the front, so I flick it open with a simple twist of my fingers, and when it falls away, I’m met with perfect tits that taste like…
I take a pebbled nipple between my lips and sample.
“Fuckin’ delicious, Sophia.” I drag my hip over her core, suckle on one nipple, and massage the other with my hand. Arching off the bed, she wraps her legs around my hips and gyrates against me for friction. “You taste so good, babe. So fuckin’ delicious, and I’m a hungry man.”
“Hurry up.” She pulls my face back to her chest, throws her head back, and squirms. But she doesn’t stop rubbing her pussy on my hip. “Hurry up, Jay.”
“Slow it down, Soph. I’ve got the whole hour.” Leaning back, I grab her hip and flip her so she lies on her belly and her legs tangle. When she tries to lift up, I press my hand to the small of her back and push down. “Stay.” I go to work nibbling on the back of her neck, tasting, sampling, and biting until she cries out. I leave red marks on her perfect skin, and I drag my cock against her ass and smile when she tries to lift up and open herself to me.
“You sure about the no lines thing, Soph? No boundaries? Because your ass is right here, and I’m feeling a little adventurous.”
“I don’t mind.” She quivers under my hands. “But hurry up. Please hurry up.”
My heart slams in my chest, slinging off my diaphragm and winding me as I pull back and drag her thong down her legs. Her olive complexion stretches right around to her ass, and a little birthmark in the shape of a star sits on the right side. Leaning in, I press a kiss to the mark, then another beside it, then a third at the bottom of her back. “You’re not scared of me, Sophia Solomon? You’re not scared I might hurt you?” Images of club nights flash through my mind. Women screaming – the good kind of scream. It was always too dark; there was too much cocaine, too many women. “I can’t be gentle. I don’t know how.”
“I’m not scared.” Lifting to her knees, she presents her ass and turns her head so I see her face in profile. “But hurry the fuck up!”
Laughing, I study her long back, the deep line of her spine, and the round globes of her ass. She’s a dancer, and her ass isn’t large, but at this angle, with it right here in front of me, it holds a beautiful rounded shape and invites me in.
Sophia’s body vibrates against the bed. Her hips follow me each time I move.
Releasing her hips and standing from the bed, I stare at her asshole and shuck my boxer shorts down. My cock springs free, seeping with want, thrumming with the need to explode inside her right now.
“This might be the prettiest thing I ever saw in my life, Soph.” Head down, ass up, her breath racing through nervous lungs. “I could stand here and come just from this visual alone.”
“If you come before me, I’ll chop your dick off.”
Grinning, I step forward and slide my hands over her hips. “You’re so bossy,” I tease. “So demanding.”
“Condoms are in the bedside drawer. Hurry up.”
Leaning across and dropping to my side when I can’t reach, I laugh and yank the metal cabinet drawer open. She calls it a bedside drawer; I call it a filing cabinet. Whatever floats her boat. Blindly rummaging through the drawer, I fist the foil packets and pull them back until the stack lands on the bed beside us.
“Extra-large Trojans?” I study the foil, turn the package, then meet her eyes. “Babe, who the fuck do you have in your apartment when I’m not watching?”
“Shut up and put it on.”
Laughing, I tear the package open and make noises of pleasure in the back of my throat. I’m one stiff breeze away from blowing my fucking load and making her lick it up just so I can watch. “Extra-large is a little tight, Tiny Dancer. Next time, I’m gonna need you to shop for the Magnums.”
“Shut up.” Flipping over, she opens her legs and presents her pussy in all its welcoming glory. “Please just hurry up.”
Sliding the condom to my very base, I move back to my knees, pick her up, and toss her back over so I see her ass. She lets out a squeak of surprise, then a mewl of pleasure when I line my cock up and nudge the tip inside her pussy. “No need for foreplay, huh? You’re hot as a fire, babe.”
She pushes back with a moan, but I’m stronger; I’m in control. She wants to swallow me up and get this over with, but I’m not here to use and run. I want it to last, so when she pushes back, I pull back so she has just an inch of me.
Frustrated, she tries to push back. “Dammit, Jay!”
“Patience, beautiful.” I push in another inch and grit my teeth. I’m playing with her, but she’s so fucking tight, I’ve gotta stay in control, or I’ll embarrass myself.
Glancing back toward the filing cabinet, something interesting catches my attention, something shiny and black; it’s too big to be a bullet vibrator, but too small to be a dildo. Reaching across and taking her body with me, she cries out as I snatch up the toy and study it.
Turning the dial at the base, I grin when it starts buzzing in my hands. “Well, well, well. What’ve we got here?”
“That’s mine.”
“I sure hope so. Is it for your pussy or your ass?”
“My pussy,” she pants. Desperately taking advantage of my distraction, with a deep grunt, she pushes back and spears her body until my cock is seated to the base.
“Fuck, Soph!”
“Jesus,” she whimpers. “So big.”
I was obsessed with her toy, but now the tip of my cock touches something deep inside her, and my lungs decide now is a good time to stop working. Dropping the toy on the bed beside my knee, I grab her hips, push her forward, and when she knows what’s coming, when she closes her eyes and latches her teeth onto her own arm, I pull her back and slam in until she cries.
“Oh, God!” Panting, her back lifts and drops as she struggles to breathe. “Oh my God, Jay. Don’t stop.”
“No.” I hold my breath as her tight body squeezes me until I want to weep. “Not stopping, I promise.” Pushing her forward, I drag her back until our thighs slap together and her breath pushes out on an explosive puff. My balls slap her clit; my chest broadens as my lungs oxygenate my body. They struggle to provide me with enough air, but I’ll be damned if I let damage from months ago ruin this for me.
Pushing her forward until my cock is completely free, I hold her with strong hands, line her up, and slam inside until she screams.
“Jesus, Sophia. You’re so fucking tight.” Bringing my hand back, I swing it down and slap her ass until I feel the burn beneath my palm. She cries out as I ride her. Her cry says pain, but her pussy clenches me in a vise until I come to an almost standstill.
“You like that, don’t you?” I swing again and redden the same patch of skin. “Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight. You love being spanked, you dirty girl.” I smack again, but my hand lands just a little to the side so I don’t hurt her reddened skin.
I want her to feel me; I even want her to feel th
e pain, but I don’t truly want to hurt her.
Remembering the toy, I pick it up, lean over her, and lubricate her ass with my saliva. “You’re gonna like this, I promise.” She tenses, stiffens, panics, and when her terrified eyes come around to meet mine, I keep her gaze and bring the tip of her toy down to her asshole.
The toy is an inch around, not so big it’ll hurt her. But having me deep inside her pussy while I do this will make her feel full in ways I’m not sure she’s ever known. “Relax, Sophia. Tell me to stop if you want me to stop, but try it first. I promise I’m listening to you; you’re safe. Just say stop.”
Tapping her ass, I grin when her pussy clenches and she lets out a long mewling sound. When she turns back to the top of the bed and drops her head, I slide the toy in an inch and groan when she clenches tight.
Her body spasms. Her ass clenches tight.
Slowly dragging my cock out, I stroke her back and slide the toy in. One inch, then two. I slide my cock back in and groan at how much tighter she is.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” She fists the blankets and buries her face in the mattress. “Jay…”
“Want me to stop?”
Frantically, she shakes her head.
“Attagirl. You like being naughty, don’t you?” Sliding my cock out again, I nudge the toy another inch in, then, like she’s accepted it, her ass pulls it in until it’s seated deep inside, and her pussy pushes me out. “No way, Sophia Solomon. You need to take both.” Leaving the vibrating plug in her ass, I take her hips and slowly push my cock in. It’s so fucking tight, I swear it can’t possibly work. My cock squeezes, molds, slides into the available space until we’re both breathless. “Jesus fucking hell, Sophia.”
“It’s too much,” she pants. “Too much.”
“It’s never too much.” Pulling out, I slide back in until our thighs slam together. Powerless, she drops her face against the comforter until her whimpers are nothing but muted groans.
“Tell me to stop if you need me to stop, Soph. But don’t stop it just because of what you’re supposed to like. If it feels good, enjoy it. You’re allowed to be a naughty girl when it’s just us.” Lifting my left hand, I bring it down over her ass and grit my teeth at the way she crushes my cock. “You’re my naughty girl, aren’t you? For tonight, you’re all mine.”
* * *
We lie on her bed and breathe heavily. Her air is mine, and mine is hers, because neither of us can muster the energy to get up and move.
The only sounds I hear are those of the building’s pipelines clanking when someone flushes downstairs, the heat blowing through the floor vents so I sweat for the first time in months, and our hearts slamming in tandem.
I study Soph’s face, her sharp cheekbones and her dark eyes. Hers are almost black like mine, but when she comes back to earth and focuses on me, a blush rushes to her cheeks. “Shut up!” She turns and hides her face in the covers. “You said you wouldn’t tease.”
“I’m not teasing!” Smiling, I lean over her so my chest rests against her back. I lift a leg over her thighs, and slide my hand over her hip. “I didn’t say a single word.”
“You’re thinking it!”
“I’m not thinking anything.” I press a kiss to the top of her delicate shoulder. “Except maybe next time we put the toy in your pussy and my cock in your ass.”
“Stop!” She throws an elbow back and slams it into my stomach. She winds me, injures me as my aching lungs protest her assault.
“Sophia! You hurt me.” Laughing, I grab her arm when she takes a second swing. “Don’t hurt me, beautiful. I’m so fucking relaxed right now; don’t ruin it.”
“So stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like that.”
Laughing, I slide my hand around to the front of her pelvis, and when she stills and her chest fills and stops, I slide my fingers over her clit and grin when she sighs.
“I’m not teasing, Sophia. I’m basking. I haven’t been this relaxed in…” I consider the past few months, come up empty, then I cast my memories back further. “I don’t even know. Forever.” I lean away so she can drop to her back, then I work my fingers between her legs and match that movement with my tongue in her mouth. “You help me relax. So I’ll help you.”
Last time was fast, hot, and bordering on angry. But this time, I swallow her sighs and groan when she lets go and fills my hand. “So beautiful.” I slide my tongue over her bottom lip. “I noticed you too, just so you know. Months ago. Since the first time I saw you in the stairwell.”
Her eyes are closed, her chest lifting and falling. But her lips quirk up into a tiny smile. “Really?”
“Uh-huh. I followed you to that diner. I followed and made myself comfortable being Ginnie’s new regular until I could get my bearings.”
I was injured, dizzy, sick, trying to figure out my new sleep cycle, missing my brother, and trying to wait out the headaches that would haunt me and drill through my brain. Sophia Solomon was sunlight in a dark world and brought my aching brain comfort when little else could. Where everyone else was dark and painful, she was light and easy. She felt good to look at, even if she’d huddle in her coat and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Back when I first got here, I wasn’t in a place where I could approach a girl – I mean, shit, I’m still not in that place. What if Ace calls me up tomorrow, or I get word on whoever’s hunting Kane? What if the danger comes here and hurts Soph? Or what if it takes me away, and I never see her again?
Lying back and staring at the ceiling, I blow out a long breath and pull her naked body against mine. “There are a million reasons I shouldn’t have followed you, Soph. My world is way too dangerous for you, but I followed anyway, because I could see your beauty, even when you covered up with a coat and tried not to be seen.”
With twitching lips, she opens one eye and meets my gaze. “I didn’t realize selling fridges could be a dangerous career.”
“Shut up.” I smack her thigh and swallow her yelp. “I’m so fucking hungry; you have no clue. I need to get up and eat before I die of hunger.”
“Okay.” Rolling to the other side of her bed and the filing cabinet on that side, she yanks the top drawer open and takes a protein bar out. Tossing it at my chest, she grabs one for herself and tears the wrapper open. “I keep protein everywhere. You ever get hungry in my place, just open a drawer and you’ll find something that’ll get you through the worst of it.”
My stomach protests my starvation. I couldn’t see past my hunger for Soph, but now that I’ve satiated that craving, the rest make themselves known. My stomach aches at how empty it is, and the steady hands that demanded Sophia’s attention and obedience just minutes ago now shake from low sugar.
Tearing the wrapper open, I shove the bar in my mouth and bite off half with a grunt. The girl with the trust fund buys the expensive bars, the kind that help you make gains on your jaw just to get through them.
The taste of dark chocolate and berries covers my tongue, and though I have a beautiful – naked – woman right next to me, I groan for food now, and not her. “Jesus, can we order something up? This ain’t gonna be enough.”
“Yeah, I got it.” Standing and chewing on her own bar, she walks across her apartment and stops at her desk. Naked as the day she was born, but not self-conscious about her slim build, she snatches up her phone to dial, stops, and frowns.
“Something up?” I sit up on her bed and rest my head against the wall.
“Just work, like always.” Her eyes meet mine. “I told you I couldn’t afford time off.”
I take another bite and roll my eyes. “They’ll survive without you, Soph. I only want an hour. What do you feel like eating?”
“Chinese.” Shaking off her frown, she hits dial and brings her cell to her ear.
“You’re not gonna ask me?” Teasing, I lift a brow. “I might be allergic to Chinese.”
“You’re allergic to a whole culture? You�
��re dumb.” She turns away with an adorable huff. “Hi, can I get an order for delivery? Yeah, the usual, but double it.”
“Triple!”
She shakes her head and walks to the long couch. “Maybe add a dozen spring rolls.” She turns to me. “Want dipping sauce?”
“Duh. Don’t be obtuse.”
“Obtuse?” Her brows almost touch when she frowns. “You’re obtuse.”
She talks to the food place for a couple minutes, drops down onto the couch with a huff, and when she hangs up, she spends a minute scrolling her phone. I don’t move a single inch, because the second I leave her bed, I get the feeling I’m going to be given my marching orders. So I make myself comfortable, watch her work for a bit, and when the doorbell rings twenty minutes later, I stay put while she shrugs into a dressing gown that shows more than I’d like for the delivery boy to see.
Touché.
I should’ve gotten my ass out of her bed and answered the door myself.
If we were downstairs, I would’ve already pulled my clothes on and jumped into my electric blanket. But up here, Soph has her thermostat set at a toasty seventy-five, so I pull nothing on except my boxer shorts.
“Are you going to work some more tonight?” Having divvied up the containers, I sit on Soph’s bed with my back against the wall and a plastic tub of steaming hot food in my hands. Sliding a forkful of Mongolian beef into my mouth, I hiss when it burns my tongue. “Anything I can help with?”
“No…” She sighs. “And no. Tonight, I’m watching Project Runway and pretending the rest of the world doesn’t suck. I have a tub of ice cream in the freezer, and a bag of M&M’s to drop on top. Those are my plans, and if anyone wants to fight me, I’ll take them out. Tomorrow…” She blows out a gusty breath. “I’ll deal with the rest tomorrow.”
