Playing Jax [Wylde Shore 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Jan Graham

  “What does not wearing panties indicate to me, darling? Tell me what you hoped I’d do when I found out.” His fingers slipped between her thighs, and he began to slowly press them into the wetness, circling her clit, exploring the opening he’d liberated just the day before. Rhia arched her body toward him in response and tried to compose the words.

  “Sex,” she gasped, as a second finger penetrated her. “I hoped we’d have sex.”

  “We’re not going to have sex, Rhia.” She whimpered as he removed his fingers from inside her. “I’m going to show you what happens to naughty girls who walk around without panties on.”

  “W-what happens?” She watched as he sucked the juice from her body off his fingers.

  “I fuck them senseless.” His lips reclaimed hers, his fingers clamped tight in her hair. His other hand cupped her breast and pinched at the nipple beneath the thin cotton dress she wore. He moved his mouth to her neck, laving his tongue over her flesh, biting her neck, and licking away the sting. She suddenly realized he hadn’t devoured her before, because he was consuming her now.

  “I love this short little summer dress. Do you have more of these?”

  “Yes, one more. I have one…why?” She couldn’t think, could barely speak. Why on earth was he asking about her dress?

  He didn’t answer her. Instead he kissed her once more, another ravenous kiss that made her moan. She knew he was moving them backward, or forward, she didn’t care. The kiss, combined with his hands roving over her body, disoriented her. The arousal pulsed through her, and moisture spilled between her legs. He could take her anywhere, as long as he kept touching her. Steve lifted her slightly, sliding her onto the dining table. Spreading her legs, he stood in between them. He released her lips, and began to move her away from him, lowering her onto the table.

  His eyes, filled with a dazed lust, surely resembled hers. As her back connected with the table, his hands moved to the front of her dress. He ripped it open, buttons flying into the air. She let out a cry of surprise, or was it another moan of delight? How could having her clothes torn be so erotic that her pussy clenched in delight? He sucked one nipple firmly into his mouth, the pull so firm it bordered on pain. He ripped the rest of the dress down the middle until it lay beneath her like a sheet.

  He continued to eat at her breasts, devouring one nipple then moving to the next. Stinging little bites across the soft flesh and a quick lick of his tongue accompanied each transition between the hard peaks. The pleasure with a little sting of pain had her crying out and moaning beneath him. His hands moved between her legs, but they weren’t touching her. The thump of something on the table next to her made her look to the side. His wallet lay open, a trail of condoms poking from between the leather. He raised his head, standing at full height over her.

  “Look what you do to me, sweetheart.” Steve’s husky voice, deepened with his own arousal. Rhia looked at him, raised herself onto her elbows and watched him sheath his erection. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  He positioned the head against her opening as he spoke. She didn’t know if she said yes or just thought it, but it didn’t matter, he was already pushing inside her. She watched his manhood disappear between her legs, and the look of pleasure on his face was undeniable. Rhia arched as he penetrated her. One thrust, two, and three, he was fully embedded inside her. She cried out with each movement, grappling to make sense of opposing stimuli, pain as her body stretched to accommodate his girth and the pleasurable slide along nerve endings that eased the discomfort. He gripped her hips and pushed into her with a sense of urgency she hadn’t experienced before.

  Waves of erotic delight filled her as he began to pound her forcefully. The strokes drove her wild with desire, each one building the need for the next, for more. The sensations built quickly. Her pussy quivered and pulsed around the intrusion. He raised her legs to rest over his shoulders and leant forward, taking her deeper. The first orgasm hit her like a freight train, pushing the air from her lungs, the scream echoing in her head, not making it to the outside world. His hands rested on the table, his wrists abutting her shoulders, holding her in place.

  “Look at me.” Somehow the words penetrated her mind.

  She looked at him, his face above her. Her calves framed his face. His eyes now appeared to be the deepest sapphire, nearly black. His hair fell around his face, perspiration trickling down his brow. He didn’t let her recover. The next orgasm, more powerful than the first, as he continued to relentlessly thump into her like a man possessed.

  “You’re so beautiful, Rhia. Your cunt wrapped around me like a tight fucking glove. Your face dazed with pleasure. Come again, baby, I love when you come all over me.”

  Rhia could barely understand the words. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. He was true to his word because as the next orgasm struck, her mind became senseless. The only thing that registered, the constant pleasure, wrapped around her, running through her, exploding through her mind. Steve’s masculine cry as he came echoed in her head. He eased back from her and lowered her legs. She heard a chair scrape the tile floor, and the soft sounding words of fuck me escaped his lips as he collapsed onto it.

  Rhia couldn’t move. She lay totally exhausted, sated, in a dizzy state of bliss trying to catch her breath. She thought she should feel self-conscious, lying spread on her dining table, a man possibly staring at the hole he had just so effectively filled. She didn’t care. The soft kisses began to trail up her leg and she smiled. Steve stood up and lifted her from the table, carrying her to the bedroom.

  Rhia sat on the edge of the bed and let the torn dress fall from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor as she climbed into bed. She watched Steve undress. They’d had sex with him still wearing his uniform. Shrugging off his jacket and removing his shirt, he smiled at her as he stepped out of his already open pants then hung them, along with his other items, over the chair in the corner of the room. She admired his body. Muscles rippled as he stripped and walked over to the bed, his cock once again becoming hard as he lay down beside her.

  * * * *

  Steve pulled Rhia into his arms. She nestled against his chest, curled into his side and let out a comforting little sigh. Everything about her felt right. The way she curled around him, like a contented little kitten. The way she squeezed against him when he filled her. Most of all the way she eased his lonely soul. She was perfect.

  He gently ran his fingers along her spine, feeling her soft skin, still warm from the pounding she’d just taken. His dick had hardened on the drive home to her, and when she appeared on the porch in that flimsy cotton dress, the urgency to get inside her became overwhelming. He hadn’t intended to take her so harshly, but when he discovered the tempting little minx had neglected to put on panties his cock nearly exploded in his trousers. Still, maybe he should have slowed down and at least taken his uniform off.

  Rhia hadn’t seemed to mind, nor did she appear to mind the fact he gave her little preparation to receive him or the frenzied fucking. She was a surprise on nearly every level, and he wondered if she would surprise him if he decided to introduce her to the more kinky aspects of his life. Time would tell. She definitely had an interest in being spanked, or that was the impression she gave. Steve needed to be certain though. Rhia was only just discovering herself and her sexuality. He didn’t want to push her too far too soon.

  She stirred next to him and her breasts brushed his skin, causing his cock to flinch in reaction. He wanted her again, but she seemed so relaxed and contented lying in his arms he was disinclined to disturb her. He watched as she moved her hand over his chest, fingers running through the smattering of hair and then circling around his nipples. Her hand moved lower, across his stomach. The sheet covering them tented over his groin as her hand continued to roam.

  “If you go any lower, you’re in all sorts of trouble.” Hell, she was in trouble whether her hand moved lower or not. He was just giving her recovery time so she wouldn’t be too sore for him to
have her again.

  “Maybe I want to be in trouble.” The giggle that accompanied the statement, a delight to his ears. He’d obviously made her happy.

  “And what will being in trouble get you, my sweet?” The curve of a smile edge at his lips.

  “Well, you might spank me. I mean…if I did something naughty. Isn’t that what you’d do?” Rhia braced herself up on her elbow and gazed into his eyes.

  “Do you want me to spank you if I believe you’ve been naughty?” Steve’s palms began to warm at the thought. She had the most delectable ass, nicely rounded, fleshy. It would be perfect to land his hand against with a firm hard smack.

  “Well, I though being a Dom and all, you’d want to do that. Angel gets spanked when she’s in trouble.”

  Steve smiled knowingly. He’d make sure Angel got more than a spanking from her two Doms if she didn’t stop talking to Rhia about BDSM and trying to manipulate what was going on between him and Rhia.

  “Angel is Christian and Daniel’s submissive. They have a D/s agreement, and she not only gets spanked, but she gets caned and flogged as well. You’re not my submissive, and this is sex, not a Dom/sub relationship.”

  Rhia frowned at him. He could almost see the thoughts whirling through her head.

  “Meg got spanked by Barry. She’s not a submissive. In fact, I think she’s the boss in that relationship, but he still spanked her.”

  “That’s not a visual I want in my mind right now, Rhia.” Steve gave a mock shudder, causing Rhia to laugh. “All it proves is that some people experiment with kinky play, but it doesn’t mean they’re Dominant or submissive. They’re just adventurous.”

  “Well, I know you still need to spank me. That’s what Doms do, and you’re a Dom so…” Rhia rolled away from him and lay face down on the bed, her head resting on her folded arms. “Go for it, I’m ready.”

  Steve laughed as she raised her ass slightly, wiggling it in the air. It definitely was a gorgeous ass. He moved over the top of her, parting her legs with his knees. He lay on top of her, his cock pressed between the folds of her pussy lips, angled toward her clit. He rested his elbows either side of her chest, bracing his upper body away from her so as not to crush her delicate frame.

  “If I’d known you were going to turn into such a seductive little vixen, I would have left that little membrane of yours intact.” He nipped at the side of her neck and pressed his hips forward slightly, brushing her clit with the head of his erection. Her gentle moan carried a tone of annoyance. “Don’t you like this, baby?” He moved his hands under her chest, cupping her breast.

  “You’re supposed to be spanking me.” Another moan left her lips, this time without any sense of frustration. He continued to push the head of his cock against the sensitive bud between her legs, slow little nudges, each one eliciting a variety of soft mewling sounds from her. “I was tempted to spank you for not wearing any underpants today. That was very naughty. Tell me why you decided to do that.” He found her nipples and rolled them gently between his fingers.

  “I thought you’d like it. I know that’s something Angel’s husbands insist on her doing. I assumed all Doms did that.”

  “No, not all, and not me. Now, apologize for being presumptuous and promise not to do it again.” He pinched her nipples firmly between his fingers, increasing the pressure steadily until she answered. Her pleasured moan at the tightening of his fingers surprised him, as did the raising of her hips to thrust against the head of his cock. He gave a harder pinch, and her words gushed forward along with a scream.

  “I promise not to do it again. I’m sorry for being presumptuous.” Steve quickly released her nipples, cupped her breasts once more and kissed along the curve of her neck. “How does that happen, you pinch or bite my nipples and I feel it as pleasure between my legs?”

  Rhia gasped for breath. Steve could see the pulse in her neck beating wildly. So his Rhia didn’t mind a little bit of painful pleasure.

  “Arousal is a strange thing, Rhia. Different people react to different things. There nothing wrong with liking a painful pinch or a bite. It’s all about learning what turns you on.”

  “I’m turned on, really turned on. Now can you spank me?” Her words were filled with aroused desperation. Her lower body writhed beneath him as she rubbed her engorged little nub against his cock. She was trying to make herself come, but that wasn’t what Steve had in mind just yet.

  “No.” He moved his hips back, planting a trail of kisses down her back as he rose to his knees. He ran his hands over her ass, gently squeezing each globe, spreading her cheeks. “I think I’d rather fuck your ass than spank it.”

  Rhia gasped in surprise. “I’m not sure about doing that. I might need convincing. Besides, isn’t that illegal?”

  “Not at all, and I should know. You remember the uniform I came home in, don’t you?” Steve dipped two fingers into the moisture between her legs and dragged them back toward her puckered opening. Rhia whimpered softly as he gently rubbed one finger over the little hole, rimming it lightly. “Now, I want to discuss your panties. But I need to see your face while we talk so…roll over.”

  He removed his finger from between her cheeks and resisted the urge to slap her ass. He had a lesson in mind for Rhia, and giving her a spanking was not part of it. If he didn’t get her to roll over so he couldn’t see her lush offering before him, then he just might slip up, and the point of this exercise would be lost.

  She rolled over making a slight humph noise, as she pouted her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. She glared at him in annoyance. He leant forward and kissed her forehead before stretching out on his side next to her.

  “Naughty girls who pout don’t get to come.” He wanted to laugh as she forced a smile across her face.

  She still glared at him, obviously annoyed, but she fixed the smile on her face like an expert brat. He took her hands and raised them over her head, holding them locked together by the wrist with one hand. He let his free hand roam over her body as he leant in to kiss her. She responded instantly, opening her mouth to allow his tongue access, sucking it, letting him explore her depths. He swallowed the deep moan that came from her when his fingers rolled one tightly budded nipple between his fingers. When he released her from his kiss, the annoyed glared had been replaced with a lustful gaze.

  “Do you trust me to keep you safe and only give you pleasure when we’re together, Rhia?” Steve asked as his mouth descended onto one of the red little buds at her breast. He sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue, eliciting a moaning yes from her.

  “Even if there’s a little pain associated with the pleasure?” His fingers pinched her other nipple, clamping it tightly, increasing the pressure as his mouth returned to suckle and tease its twin.

  “Oh my…yes.” Rhia arched beneath him, her words spoken through a tormented cry.

  Steve released her breasts, returned to kiss her mouth and allowed his hand to move downward to find the heat between her legs. She opened for him as his fingers caressed her wet folds. He circled her clit tenderly and waited for her aroused moan before sliding one finger down to circle the opening to her channel. Rhia let out another moan of delight. He knew the ache to come would be building within her. He continued to alternate the two actions, delighted in the flush that spread over her body, the scent of agonized arousal filling his nostrils as he continued to tease.

  “Do you want to please me, Rhia?” Her lips moved, but words seemed to fail her as she panted for breath. He took her nod to indicate yes. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” was her breathy reply. She looked at him with pleading eyes. He knew she was desperate for relief. He pushed his fingers along her slit, driving the moisture of her lust along the crevice leading to the forbidden entrance that tempted him. His thumb rested over the enflamed bundle of pleasure between her legs so his fingers could explore the puckered little entrance of her ass.

  “It would please me if you wore panties unless I request you to d
o otherwise. I want to be able to lift your skirt, or get you to bend over knowing I’ll see the delicious sight of your bottom straining against those sexy little boy-short panties you wear.” Steve loved those damn things. They hugged her ass like a glove. The lower globes of her butt showing just at the base of the panties were a teasing delight. “I want you to do this for me, Rhia? Do you understand?”

  He eased his moistened finger into her ass as he spoke, his thumb pushing over her clit, massaging it with each little thrust into her rear entrance. Rhia jerked against him and let out a startled cry. Her eyes widened and confusion fought with arousal for dominance in her gaze.

  “I’m waiting for an answer, Rhia.” He eased a second finger between her cheeks, stretching the puckered hole further. The cry she made was a combination of a moan and a scream, as she began pressing onto the fingers penetrating her ass.

  “Yes, I want to please you. Yes, I’ll wear the panties unless you don’t want me to… Steve…” A strangled cry filled the room as he teased and stretched her hole. His fingers moved firmly over her clit, adding pleasure to the initial burning he realized she would be experiencing as he fingered her ass. “Oh God, it hurts and feels good. How can that be? Please, Steve... oh God, tell me what to do.” She pushed against his fingers, taking them deeper. Her cries now filled with pleasure as the tight muscles relaxed over the intrusion.

  “Come for me, Rhia. Let it feel good and come.” She shuddered, her body trembling through a violent release of pleasure, her cries filling the room. Steve eased his fingers away, released her hands, and moved over her. “You’re such a good girl, Rhia, and good girls get lots of rewards.”

  Steve slid his cock into her saturated cunt with ease. She folded her arms around his neck as he began to thrust.

  “I like being a good girl. And I love this reward system you have.” She pulled at his hair, her fingers coiling tightly through the strands as her channel began to clench around him. He knew she wouldn’t take long to come again, which was perfect because he was ready to explode. He raised her legs around his hips, taking her deeper, delighting in the soft moan she breathed out. He moaned his pleasure as her cunt gripped against his hardness and she began to orgasm. Her pussy sucked at his erection, beckoning him to come along with her. He needed no encouragement. Steve allowed the hot jets of cum to explode into her, his loud cry of release mixing with hers. As he eased away, rolling to his side so he could pull her into his arms, he glanced at the bedside table.