by Skyla Madi
His irises dance with indecent excitement as he taps the side of his cup. “There’s never a good place, Kitten, but you’re right. After last night. I’ve decided I don’t like the idea of someone else hearing your husky voice as I make you come.”
I inhale and hold until my lungs burn. How does he say those things? How do they just tumble from his mouth and make my pussy swell? I pull my cup to my mouth and take one large mouthful, then another. I swallow it and grit my teeth before pushing my cup across the crate. He gets the hint and with a sexy half-smile, he grabs the cup, pushes out of his seat and saunters across the room.
Fucking hell.
I bunch my hair up in one hand to expose my neck while I fan my face with the other. How am I going to make it through the rest of the day without having Jai take me against a tunnel wall? Using only his words, he has all of my nerves heightened. If we were elsewhere, and alone, I’d have made him tear my leggings with his teeth already. I can tell he wants to.
I want it too.
More than anything.
***
When Jai returns with full cups, conversation lightens up. I’m grateful. My nipples were beginning to sting they were rubbing that hard against the fabric of my halter.
“I really am sorry for breaking your tablet,” he admits after I tell him about my studies and how long I’ve been doing them for.
His eyes are no longer wide and alert. The whiskey has slackened them, turning them into tired slits. My eyes feel the same—tired and heavy with impure thoughts. I stopped at three cups, deciding here wasn’t the place I should completely lose my mind.
“Thank you. Although, if you had come clean in the first place, I wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Jai shuffles his small crate chair closer to me and when he rests his arms on the makeshift table, his arm brushes against mine. Hyperawareness of his warm skin sizzles through me.
“If you can tell me with absolute honesty that you actually enjoyed your life before you came here, I’ll apologize for that too.”
My brows furrow. I certainly didn’t hate my previous life, but it did lack the excitement every other twenty-five-year-old was having. I haven’t really thought about it. In a way, I’m kind of unbothered by the thought of losing my place in my studies and not completing the course. I don’t own much and I’m late to pay rent on my apartment, also. My landlord told me she wouldn’t wait for me again, so it’s safe to say I’m officially homeless. And...I don’t care.
“I don’t want this to be my life, if that’s what you mean.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”
“Then what are you saying?”
He inches closer, his face unbearably close to mine. “I see the way you react to the fights. I feel your body tighten and relax. Your pupils dilate. Your breath becomes heavy. You hate being down here, but you love the darkness of it all—the dirtiness.”
I swallow the pool of moisture in my mouth. Every word he says is true. I need this. I needed to be pulled from my old life and forced into a new one. I don’t ever want to go back. I can’t do plain now I’ve experienced the flavors of another life. My heart is set on Italy. If I don’t get Italy, I’ll die.
“You’re observant,” I say, involuntarily tilting my face towards his.
Jai’s eyes darken, filling with desire. “It’s important. It drives me crazy, you know.”
“What does?”
“Standing so close to you when you’re watching a fight and knowing your thoughts and your attention isn’t on me.”
My lips part as I expel a heady breath of air. There’s something animalistic about this man. There’s something he has that I want to be a part of, but as turned on as I am, I refuse to slip under his thumb so easily. “You’re fishing for something. I’m not as naïve as you think, Mr. Stone.”
His lips pull on one side. “I don’t need to trick you, Emily. You’re a big girl. You know what you want.”
Why? Why is he trying to get under my skin all of a sudden? Why is he talking to me as if he wants my legs around him more than anything else in the world? Fucking wasn’t a priority yesterday.
“And what do I want?”
“Me,” he states, simply. “And I want you.”
My throat dries. Word by word, he’s killing me, winding me tighter than ever before. I’m about to implode. Every sense is heightened. Even the rogue drop of sweat rolling between my breasts feels erotic as it teases my pores.
“What’s changed?” I ask, curiously. “You’re so certain this is what you want. What’s made you so adamant?”
“Something happened.”
Hooked, I raise my brows. “What happened?”
“You. You came so tightly and so perfectly around my fingers, agreeing to everything I said. Your hot breath blew across my face again and again as your body rocked beneath mine.”
He pauses to glance at my chest as it quickens in pace. Satisfied, his irises come back to mine, and a flash of something beautiful and raw sparks in them. It rushes through my body like lightning, relentlessly striking every nerve.
“My cock is jealous. It wants to accomplish the same feat.”
Holy.
Fuck.
Chapter Ten
Shameless
With a gasp I stumble forward but catch myself against the wall, my hands shoulder width apart. Jai’s body covers mine, pushing me harder against the dirty tunnel wall, his hard cock pressing fiercely into my ass cheek. I don’t know what happened between our conversation in the bar and our tiny nook, but somewhere between there and here, we decided we were going to fuck.
Hard.
His hand skims the arch of my back and the feel of his rough, calloused flesh sends my body into overdrive. As it slips onto the curve of my ass, my exposed skin tingles where he touched it. I expect my body to calm with every breath I take, but I only work myself up more.
With his free hand, he brushes my hair to the side and presses his hard body against my spine. I shiver as his breath blows across my ear in heavy, excited pants. As one hand grips my ass, the other brushes away hair at the nape of my neck, only to replace it with warm, wet lips. I sigh as his lips part and he grazes my skin with his teeth.
“I’m not going to lie,” he speaks, letting an arm slide around my waist. “I’ve thought about this since the first night.”
“You have?”
His hand presses firmly against my taut tummy, urging my ass on to him. Jai groans his yes, sending rough, glorious tingles down my spine. “From the second I pushed you up against the warehouse and saw your fuckable lips.”
I simper. “Refresh my memory? Was that before or after you insinuated I was a crack-whore?”
He pushes forward and snags my earlobe between his teeth. I hiss and push back on him, making him grind harder into my ass. I love the way his body covers mine, like a warm blanket of sex and alpha male. It creates a surge of electricity inside me and I can’t stop it. I need him. I need him like I need air.
Pushing against him, I turn around and pause when we stand torso to torso. His abs clench against my stomach, and his eyes hold mine in a grip so crushing, I’m certain I’m going to drown if he doesn’t let me come up for air. Throwing me a safety net, Jai’s lips crash to mine and I moan as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. He’s so male.
Dominant.
Assertive.
Certain.
I’m burning up and drenching my leggings with desperation and need. Teasing me with his tongue, Jai slips a hand between our bodies and presses a long, hard finger against my sensitive spot. I inhale against his mouth and feel the muscles around his lips try to smile, but he fights it. His firm fingertip circles me with a soft, almost absent pressure, but tingles grow with his touch regardless. Then, I feel his fingers curl around the band to my tights and push. I move my hips, helping him get the fabric down over my ass. When the fabric touches my knees, his mouth releases me and he grips my shoulders. I barely
have time to lick my lips and savor his taste before he turns me around and pulls my ass towards him. I grip the wall as best I can, digging my fingertips into the eroded concrete as he undoes his belt. The sound is all the foreplay I need. Even the rustle of a foil packet being torn is enough to keep me heated.
In the next heartbeat, I feel him pressed into my back and the length of him settles between the cheeks of my ass. My breath hitches and his cock spasms. It turns him on. His hands come around my waist and onto my breasts. With a grip much too tight but all too arousing, he squeezes me in his hands, flicking my nipples between his fingers. I haven’t known Jai for long, but there’s no denying he’s a force of nature.
Caught up concentrating on my breathing, I don’t realize Jai has moved his hips until he places the tip of his long, thick cock in the gap of my thighs, directly beneath my entrance. The warmth of his flesh makes me gasp loudly. Smiling against the shell of my ear, he rocks his hips and I feel the fabric of his pants against the back of my legs. He’s kept his clothes on. To passers-by, he looks fully clothed.
Gripping himself and moving his hips, he works the head of his cock across my folds, pushing into my opening only to transfer my arousal onto him.
I whimper, with arousal or agony, I don’t know. All I know is I want him.
Bad.
So. Fucking. Bad.
“You have to keep it down if you don’t want others to hear you,” he whispers into my ear and I bite my lower lip.
If he didn’t feel so good, staying quiet wouldn’t be a problem. But he does feel good. Oh, he feels fucking amazing, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.
“Fuck them,” I pant, resting my forehead against the concrete wall.
We could be in the cage, in front of everybody, and I still don’t think I’d give a shit as long as Jai kept touching me.
“Not them,” he murmurs into my ear. “Only you.”
With a rough pull on my hip, Jai enters me and a rush of air is forced from my lungs. I barely have time to register the feeling of him entering my body it happens so quickly. The first jolt of pleasure as he stretches me, seizes my spine and my entire body stiffens at the feeling. He chuckles darkly in the back of his throat as he slowly drags himself back out again. Then he pumps into me, stroking me deeply, and I moan low in my throat. Warmth from his chest exudes onto my back as he presses harder against me. I close my eyes and groan feebly as his teeth graze my ear, making a bolt of excitement shoot through me.
“You feel too good. Too tight. Too wet,” he groans, his voice husky and heavy. “I can’t take it. No more playing, Kitten”
Without warning he moves faster, harder, fucking me for real and I just about lose it. Electricity frissons down my spine and mixes with my arousal, creating a dangerous chemical reaction of desperation and need. Jai’s movements speed to a frantic pace and he grunts and growls low in his chest, pushing me towards release as he continues to fuck me. He grips my ass, squeezing with all his might as he continues to thrust in long, quick strokes. Pleasure zips through my body and dances along my spine. I’m quickly falling away from reality. Nothing else matters in this moment; nothing except my desires.
Letting go of my ass, Jai trails a trembling hand over my hip and down between my legs. His breath hitches against my earlobe when my wetness coats his finger as he drags it over my clit, making me shudder. He pulses inside me once, twice, before exhaling in defeat. He’s going to come. He doesn’t have the strength to hold on. I won’t let him. Another shudder shakes my body as his thumb strokes me. I reach between us, pushing his hand away.
“You don’t need help making me come,” I pant, swallowing hard. “Fuck me harder.”
I don’t want the sensation of his calloused thumb to distract me from the feel of his hardness. I desire that more. I desire to be fucked, not rubbed. I don’t need it.
He yanks me back and flicks his hips, forcing his cock deeper. A sharp jolt of pleasure seizes my spine and my entire body stiffens at the feeling once more.
“Too much?” he asks, and I hear the amusement in his tone.
“Not for me.”
He chuckles darkly in the back of his throat as he slowly drags himself back out, leaving only the tip inside me. A shiver makes my thighs tremble as I squeeze the tip of him as tightly as I can. I smirk when he gasps under his breath. Jai grips my jaw and pulls my face to the side, as far as it can possibly go. Then, his lips crash to mine, and he forces my mouth open with his tongue. His kiss sends my head whirling, sucking all rational thought from my brain and the air from my lungs. The thought of him taking everything from me and coming into the latex sleeve that separates our bodies has me leaking everywhere. He trusts again, harder, and I feel him deep inside me, painfully deep. My mouth parts against his to let out a sharp hiss, but he doesn’t care. His mouth devours my hiss and he thrusts again, drawing another from me.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back. “Give me more.”
Over and over I beg him until I explode, the spasms in my pussy tightening rhythmically around his cock. That’s all it takes for Jai to find his own release. He groans into my mouth, squeezing my jaw until it hurts. The movement of his hips becomes uneven, powerful still, but uneven. He holds me in place, his tongue caressing my lips for a small eternity afterwards. His body is heavy, but I don’t mind it pressing so protectively against me for the time being.
When the euphoria wears off, that’s when the feeling of humiliation kicks in. It was nice being shameless in public for a little while, but now I’m back to reality with dirt on my face and a semi-erect cock still inside me. It’s not my proudest moment, but at least I feel a lot more relaxed.
Taking his mouth from mine, Jai brushes my hair away from my neck and replaces it with his lips. Heat stokes itself in my stomach as his cock pulses softly inside of me.
“I want you again, Kitten,” he murmurs, his voice holding the alluring tone it did when we were in the bar area. “You fit me so well. I need it again.”
My eyes thin, my lids growing heavy with lust once again. “When?”
Gripping my waist, he slips out of me and turns me around so my back is flush against the wall. Seeing his face so close to mine takes my breath away. To think someone like him, someone so perfect, would want me does crazy things to my body.
“Now. Later on. Tomorrow,” he groans and leans in, bringing his mouth to mine. “I wish we weren’t here. Your pussy feels so good, I want to taste it too.”
My sex clenches, completely sold on his words. I let my stare fall to his lips...what I wouldn’t give to feel them against my core. “That’s all you want?”
His blue eyes flare and he shakes his head. “I want to rub my cock on your lips, feel it deep in your throat.”
Oh. Sweet. Fuck. Me. Saliva pools under my tongue and I swallow it.
“Every hole you have, I want to claim.” He surges forward and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, smirking when I wince and my knees wobble.
I sigh as the back of his hand caresses my abdomen before slipping between my legs. I inhale sharply and fall against the concrete wall as a jolt of pleasure engulfs me. All I see is Jai’s smile and his heavy lids. It’s a look that promises me ecstasy.
A look that promises me escape.
It’s a look I never thought I’d see on a man like him.
And it’s all for me.
Chaper Eleven
The Pardon
I groan. My head hurts, and not in the same way my vagina does. While a pleasant ache pulses between my thighs, a not-so-pleasant ache throbs over every inch of my skull.
I didn’t drink to get drunk in the bar, but it seems I drank just enough to acquire a hangover.
Oh, joy.
Normally, when I drink enough for a hangover to hit, I walk it off in the fresh air. Here, there is no fresh air. I groan again and force my head up. I blink a few times and wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It’s not quiet in the tunnels. Cheering, roaring and rattling chains
echo all around me. It seems more round one fights are occurring just down the tunnel. If my brain had a voice box, it’d scream right about now. Instead, it pulses agonizingly in my skull.
When my sight comes around, I glance down at the body underneath me. I can just make out his face as he watches me back, blinking tiredly. I slept on Jai. Again. I shift a little, but pause when I notice every single inch of our bodies are naked. The only thing that covers us is a large, blue cotton shirt and even then, a big portion of our legs are still exposed. He feels amazing underneath me, his skin as smooth as silk, and muscles firm and safe.
My fingers twitch against his bare chest as silence quickly begins to thicken the air between us. I wonder what he’s thinking. Was it okay for him? Does he want me to go? Does he want to go? Am I too heavy? Question after question filters into my mind and I’m powerless to stop them. This is the curse every woman has to deal with—endless questions that don’t need to be asked. When they’re asked, a shit storm ensues because we’re always given the answer we don’t want. Still, we ask them, don’t we? If we don’t ask, we become paranoid, then depressed, until finally, we morph into all kinds of bat-shit crazy.
I laugh nervously. “This is when the regret settles in, right?”
I don’t want his answer. I don’t want to hear him say he regrets it, because I don’t. Liberation mixes with my shame and it’s confusing me. In a way, I’ve never felt as free in my life as I did when we fucked. It was real, raw and unadulterated. It was my initiation into this new life—however short.
His fingers play along each side of my ribs, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous. The strongest backhands always come from those who caress the softest.
“Do you regret what we did?” he asks, his face betraying no emotion.
“No,” I reply with absolute certainty.
