by Lacey Thorn
“Fuck it,” he said. “I tried, Jacey, I really tried.” Then he was shoving away from the counter and his shirt was on the floor. She found herself backed against the wall with him plastered against her. “No more Mr. Nice Guy. Tonight I’m going to take what I want.”
“Yes,” she moaned in agreement as his lips found her neck and he began sucking and licking along the column. “Tonight you’re mine,” he stated and nipped her jaw with his teeth, making her cry out. “Say it, Jacey. Say you’re mine,” he ordered.
“I’m yours,” she agreed, hungry for his kiss.
“Anything I want, any way I want,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Good,” he said, and nodding, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen, heading down the hall to the stairs that led to his bedroom. She’d been in there before. But not like this, not with the intention of sex. They were up the stairs in a blur and at his bedroom door.
He stopped then and turned back to look at her. “Be sure, Jacey. Be very sure,” he told her.
“I’m sure,” she nodded.
He opened the door and set her away from him as he shut it. He leaned back against it, crossing his arms and looking at her. He was incredibly sexy wearing nothing but his slacks, chest and feet bare. God, he was sheer perfection. She licked her lips in anticipation of seeing him naked.
“All right, Jacey.” He broke into her thoughts. “Strip.”
Chapter Three
Jacey gulped. “Strip. Just like that?”
“Scared, Princess?” he asked with a smirk and she knew he didn’t think she’d do it. He was purposely trying to piss her off or scare her into leaving. Not fucking happening.
“Fuck you, Jonas,” she said.
“Exactly what I have in mind,” he agreed and the wicked gleam in his eyes had her pussy so wet she bet her panties were soaked. Who knew Jonas had such a dominant side? She hadn’t, that was for sure. But, god, he was turning her on.
She reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the floor. Jacey undid the snap and zipper on her jeans and shimmied her hips until they slid down enough for her to sit on the side of his bed. She bent to take her sneakers off first, making sure her breasts dangled just right in her bra. Jacey heard him catch his breath and felt smug. Take that, she thought.
She took her socks off and then stood to push her jeans down her thighs. When only one foot remained, she kicked the pants in his direction and stood there in her bra and panties. Jacey could see her image in the mirror on the door behind him. The red-lace set went perfectly with her skin tone and her black hair. Her blue eyes were bright and filled with seduction. She moved toward him but he held a hand up.
“All of it, Jacey,” he commanded. “Take it all off.”
She lifted her eyebrow but just shrugged. If he wanted her naked, then she’d get naked. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp on her bra and slowly let the straps fall from her shoulders to her elbows. She squeezed her breasts together as she slid it all the way off and then moaned and grasped them, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples before moving her hands to her hips.
She watched Jonas and didn’t miss the throb of his cock in his pants. He liked that. Wait until he saw the rest of her. The girls had just had a spa day so her pussy was freshly waxed. She liked to keep it bare, liked the way her hands felt on the sensitive flesh. She hoped Jonas would like it too.
She gripped the sides of her panties and slowly pushed them over her hips, bending forward and blocking what she was revealing as she continued sliding them down her legs to pool around her feet. She toed them aside and stood back up, running her hands up her thighs, over her pussy, across her belly to cup and lift her breasts. She gave her nipples a slight pinch and then raised her eyes to meet his face.
His eyes were all over her, seeming to touch her everywhere. “Like what you see?” she murmured, her voice husky and hopefully seductive enough to have him joining her soon. She wanted to see all of Jonas, as naked as she was.
“Oh yeah,” he answered but made no move to come toward her yet. “Bend over the bed, Princess,” he ordered her.
“What?” she asked. “Why?”
“Didn’t you say something about discipline? Me spanking that ass of yours until it’s nice and rosy from my hand?”
She gulped and looked at him.
“Scared?” he asked, and damn it, he knew just how to flip her switch. No way would she ever admit to being scared, even if she was. But in all honesty, she was hotter than hell and the thought of his hand on her ass, even in a smack, had her pussy clenching in need.
“Hell no,” she said and turned to face the bed. She leaned into it, letting her hands catch her weight as she lowered her upper body flat against the mattress. She wiggled a bit, knowing he was watching her every move, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“It’ll work,” he said and finally pushed away from the door and headed toward her. “Face forward, Jacey.”
She sighed but did as he told her. And somehow not being able to see where he was, what he was doing had her all that much hotter. She could feel him behind her, feel his eyes on her, but the wait for his touch was killing her. She was trying to hold as still as she could but her mounting desire had her wanting to wiggle and grind her soaked pussy against the mattress for a little relief.
The smack came out of nowhere. No touch, just a firm slap at the bottom curve of her right cheek. It was an explosion of fire and heat and the startle of pain but it faded quickly. He cupped where he had spanked her and ran his thumb over the place she assumed held the mark of his hand.
“So beautiful, Jacey,” he murmured, stroking over her flesh. “I’ve always loved your ass. Always wanted to see you just like this, bent over my bed with your ass just waiting to blush for me.”
“Jonas,” she began but he shushed her.
“Don’t make me gag you, Jacey,” he whispered.
Fuck! she thought. Her pussy was clenching with need. He was killing her with his sex talk and turning her on to the point that she was ready to slip her hand down and give herself a little touch or two or four.
He smacked her again and she cried out. It was the other cheek this time, high. His hand fell again and then again, each time touching a new part of her until it felt as if her entire ass was on fire. But, god, it hurt so fucking good. Who knew a spanking could be such an incredible means of foreplay. She’d fantasized about it—probably even confessed that to Jonas.
“Jonas,” she moaned his name, burying her face in his comforter and inhaling the scent of him. She wiggled her ass, couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.
His lips touched her then. She felt the stroke of his tongue, the brush of his kiss over the hot cheeks of her ass.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice laced with sincere concern. “I’ve never really spanked anyone before.”
“What?” She reared up, knocking Jonas to floor and coming to stand over him. “You spanked me like that and you didn’t know what you were doing? You could have hurt me, Jonas.”
He smiled at her. “I didn’t say that I didn’t know what I was doing, Jacey. I just said that I’d never really done it before.”
“What does that mean?” she demanded, her hands fisted on her hips. “You either have or you haven’t.”
“I’ve read up on it. Researched, watched videos on how to do it correctly. Spoke with some professionals to get the right technique down.”
How perfectly Jonas. He researched everything. Apparently even how to spank someone. And she’d bet he’d done it as soon as she’d spoken of interest in it.
“So I’m the only woman you’ve ever spanked?” she asked.
“Trust me,” he said with a shake of his head, “you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to spank.”
She wasn’t sure if he meant that sexually or not. But as that was how it was playing out, she would take it.
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“What else have you wanted to do to me?”
“A lot,” he stated, moving up to his knees in front of her and running his hands up the outside of her legs to her hips. “Everything.”
“Like what, Jonas?”
“You’re wet, Jacey. I can see your juices on your pussy. Your sweet bare pussy.” His hand moved over to trace her mons, rubbing over the baby-smooth flesh there. “You’re so soft. I want to taste you, to feel you under my tongue.”
“Yes,” she moaned her agreement, and when he nudged her back to the bed, she let him. She sat on the edge and then reclined back for him. She opened her legs wider as he moved into her. Her ass was a little tender where it touched the bed but every nerve seemed to focus on her pussy and the pleasure in store.
She watched as he lowered his head between her thighs, sighing as he finally placed a soft kiss where his fingers had just traced over. Several more kisses and then his tongue stroked out to taste and explore her bare flesh. Her fingers clenched in the cover as she waited. She could feel her thighs trembling in anticipation.
His tongue traced her lips, dipping inside here and there, but just teasing. She wiggled a little bit and he glanced up to meet her eyes.
“I’m going to make you come,” he promised and she realized he’d discarded his glasses at some point. His eyes were deep-chocolate pools that she wanted to dive into. “With my fingers and my mouth I’m going to make this pussy come and then I’m going to lap it all up. Just like I’ve dreamed of for a long time.”
She wanted to ask how long. How long had Jonas wanted her like this? And how had she not realized it? How had she not seen that he wanted her? How had she not really looked at Jonas and realized just how much she wanted him?
Then his fingers parted her and those soft lips of his wrapped around her clit and started sucking. All thoughts fled her mind, save one. Jonas.
His mouth suckled, his tongue played, licking and tapping while he traced one finger down between her folds to her wet opening. One finger rimmed her then slipped inside. He pulled it out then used two fingers to pump back into her. He fucked her with them, rubbing her walls and stroking every nerve to screaming awareness.
His mouth fed, sipping at her clit and soon he had her bucking and moaning. He pulled his head back and she cried out reaching for him and wrapping her fingers in his thick brown waves, trying to urge his mouth back to where she wanted it. He chuckled and nipped her inner thigh with his teeth. He kissed and sucked at her labia, continually working his mouth lower to where his fingers still fucked her.
His other hand was suddenly spreading her lips even wider and his thumb stroked out and over her clit, rubbing small circular patterns over and over. First soft, then hard, then soft, in a constant switching pattern. His tongue dipped inside her, fucking in tandem with his fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She knew she was crying out but didn’t care. She was so close, so close to an orgasm that promised to be earth-shattering.
Jonas picked up on her cues and pulled his mouth back from her. “Look at me.” Her eyelids were dipping closed but she jerked them wide at his command.
She couldn’t deny him. And when she met his eyes, he rewarded her instantly. He fucked her hard with his fingers and pushed her over the edge when he pinched her clit between his thumb and finger.
She came with a scream, bucking and thrusting her hips up against his hands. He held her gaze for a long moment then finally released her when he ducked his head and began licking her pussy again. His hands gentled on her and his mouth laved and sucked at her, easing her down while he lapped at her juices.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against her skin. “So incredibly beautiful.”
“God, Jonas,” she moaned.
“What?” he asked with a smile. He couldn’t seem to keep his mouth off her skin and kept returning to trace kisses over whatever part of her he was closest to.
“That was incredible,” she keened. “So amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“So tell me something,” she said as her heartbeat slow down and her lungs finally ceased their pant for air.
“What do you want to know?”
“What else did you picture doing to me?” she asked. “Did you dream of fucking me?”
He grinned. “Oh yeah, all the time.”
She leaned up on her elbows and used one hand to beckon him to her. “Well, don’t leave us both waiting then. Come on and take me.”
Chapter Four
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he rose to his feet in front of her. She eased back on the bed, moving so that she was centered and her entire body was now reclined.
Jonas was an engineer, a thinker who seemed to always be on his laptop. He wore suits and ties daily. Who knew those suits hid such an incredible body. His chest was broad, sprinkled with a light dusting of hair that blended into a thicker happy trail that led to what she was dying to finally see.
God, please don’t let him be small, she prayed and then felt horrible. But damn it, she could at least be honest with herself. She liked her men to have at least a little length and thickness. It had to be a man who said that size didn’t matter, because, honestly that was a lie. A man had to have something to work with. The bulge in Jonas’ pants said he definitely had something to work with, something that promised to be spectacular.
Jonas’ hands finally had his belt undone and the button and zipper released on his slacks. He pushed them down and off, kicking them aside. He wore men’s bikini underwear. She’d never seen a guy wear them before, had snickered at them in the past. But on Jonas they were incredible, leaving little to the imagination. Then with a jerk of his hands they were down and off and he stood in front of her with nothing but a hard-on bobbing in front of him.
He was big, thick, perfect. The head of his cock was slightly larger than the shaft, crowning over it, giving it a mushroom shape that she loved. The head was already wet with arousal and she wanted to touch him, taste him like he had her.
“Meet with your approval, Princess?” he asked, palming his length and giving it a stroke and squeeze while she watched.
“Oh yes,” she breathed and sat up. She loved it when he called her princess. She didn’t care for pet names in general but she’d allowed it from Jonas since he’d first started it years ago.
“Don’t move, Jacey,” he said. “You look so good lying in my bed.”
“I want to taste you.”
He shook his head. “Not now. I’m on the edge here and I want to be inside you.”
She nodded her agreement, licking her lips. Yeah, she wanted him inside her too.
He walked to the side of the bed and opened a drawer in the bedside table. He pulled out an unopened box of condoms and she almost laughed as she watched him turn it so that he could check the date on it. Always practical. They must have been okay as he ripped it open and pulled a strip out. He ripped one free and tore it open. Within seconds he had it rolled on and was joining her.
She started to ask him a question and then thought better of it. She didn’t want to take the chance that she might say anything that would stop him from thrusting his cock deep inside her. Instead she opened her arms and legs wide, making room for him between them.
He moved over her and braced one hand on the bed, lifting the other to trace over her nipples.
“I’ve always loved your breasts. So perfect.”
“They’re just average.”
“There’s nothing average about you.”
Then he dipped his head and licked over her. He let his body cover hers, his head aligned with her chest, his hard abdomen pressing against her pussy. He used his hands to plump and shape her breasts while his mouth moved back and forth between them, kissing and licking over the mounds and nipples. Finally he took one nipple between his lips and sucked greedily on it. Hard pulls that had her rubbing her pussy up against his stomach.
“Jonas,” she moaned.
He sank a little ways inside and they both groaned. His hands gripped her hips, holding her while he thrust hard and filled her with his cock. Perfect, as if he were made for her body. She fit him like a glove and she flexed and squeezed around him, letting him feel how perfect they were together.
“Fuck,” he moaned and began pumping inside her.
She could tell he was trying to take it slow but she wanted none of that. She wanted it hard and fast and now. She grabbed his shoulders and urged him on. Her hips lifted to meet every thrust and she gripped him as he pulled back. Then he stopped.
He shifted to his knees between her sprawled thighs and lifted her legs high in front of him until her feet rested on his shoulders. Holding on to her calves he thrust into her again. Slow and easy, as if he were testing to see if she could handle him in this position. She could. She used his shoulders to brace herself as she lifted her hips into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
She could see the sweat on him. The sheen of it on his chest and arms, felt sweat coat her skin as well. For her there was nothing better than hot, sweaty sex. She loved the smells, the sensation of taking a man’s cock inside her. She loved every position, every facet and, honestly, there was little she hadn’t tried. But for some reason, this was different. Sex was different with Jonas. Somehow it was better, more intense.
He pulled free again and damn it, she had been really close.
“Roll over.”
She hurried to comply. Doggy-style was one of her favorites. She loved the feel of a man behind her, coming over her, gripping her hips and driving into her again and again.
