Whatever the hell he’d done to deserve this woman, he wanted to assure the gods that he’d really meant it. Didn’t matter if he couldn’t remember the good deed, it was done and he’d be keeping this woman. Thank you very much.
Halfway drunk on the feel of her every minute she was within touching distance was an illness he didn’t want to recover from. He slowly unhooked the front clasp of her bra and slid the cups off her in an open-handed caress.
Jas’ chest was still heaving in deep gulps of air. “And you said you weren’t gentle.”
Blaster’s mouth crushed down on hers, taking a brief kiss. “I don’t take what isn’t offered. Remember that part?”
Jas grasped both sides of his head to pull him back for another sucking kiss. Thrusting into his mouth with her tongue before responding, “I’m offering. I don’t want gentle.”
Both his hands shot down, jerking her legs up around his waist. “Using me to work off the rage at Kauffman?” Blaster thrust into the panty-covered crotch spread around his cock, rubbing with brutal intensity.
“Maybe,” Jas conceded as she pulled his head down to her again.
Both of them undulated, rubbing bodies in fierce demand as the kiss burned between them.
Jerking away from her mouth, Blaster glared at her through narrowed eyes. “I’m not that bastard. What we’re doing has nothing to do with him.”
Jas bared her teeth in frustration. “You wanted to know how that night affected me? Here it is. I need something and I don’t know what it is. I fucking know you’re not doing what he did.”
Blaster was still, panting as he glared into tilted eyes that spat back at him. They were crushed together, straining when there was no need and she wanted more. “I will not play rape games.”
Her elbows and forearms were abruptly against his chest as her legs dropped to the floor. Shoving off him was easy. He let her go. Jas paced away, hands on hips, head down. She drew in air as if she’d been running. The bed blocked her pacing and she stopped with her back to him.
“Is that what I’m asking?”
“Yeah.”
Her hands came up to rub down her face in fatalistic frustration. “Wow, I didn’t know I was still fucked up over this.”
It was difficult to stay away from her. Blaster leaned against the door and crossed his arms over chest to keep from reaching for her. “What made you think you were past it? Have you had a sustained relationship since that night? Ever been with a man more than one night?”
“No, I thought I was busy.”
He nodded seriously and was silent, hoping she’d find a way to get her feelings out. Talking about them, acknowledging the issue was the only way to deal with it. It’d been with her too long. Twisting her emotions to fit a box that guaranteed she was never comfortable. Never relaxed.
“I don’t like to feel trapped. Yet I’m always setting someone up to trap me so I can escape. Aren’t I?”
“Wouldn’t have said it quite that way, but yeah.”
“You’re refusing to play my favorite game.”
“Damn straight.”
Jas swung around. Her face was twisted in a bitter mask. “What the fuck do I do now?”
“Trust me.”
Deep and calm, his voice washed through the choking panic that suddenly gripped her. With the realization of her game had come knowledge that she’d be in Kauffman’s grasp every day of her life since she left the cabin. He’d dictated her relationships as surely as if he were standing beside her.
The only relationship he hadn’t infected was the one he’d created. She and Liana had been such good friends. Now they were sisters because of Kauffman. He had become a suffocating fungus that coated everything. Just because she hadn’t been aware of his putrid influence didn’t make the realization less revolting.
“How do I get him off me? I need to get him off!” Jas wanted to bathe in bleach, anything to get the feel of his ugly influence off.
“Come here. Trust me,” Blaster encouraged her steadily.
Jas launched herself at him, half leaping half running. Blaster stepped into her, catching her flying form as she clamped around him. Legs around his hips, arms clutching his neck. She fastened on to his mouth in frantic need as if his touch could erase the feel of cold fingers she didn’t know she’d remembered.
Blaster kissed her, holding her in steady arms but not letting her drive him with the panic she was feeling. Through the deep kiss he stroked her back, barely having to hold her on him as she strained to get closer. They stood for a long time kissing, Blaster supporting her weight effortlessly as she calmed to his touch.
Jas broke the kiss to bury her face in his neck, fighting sobs she didn’t want to give the monster in her mind.
“I’ve got you,” Blaster crooned, and began walking to the bed. “It’s just you and me, baby. No one else is involved with what we have. How we are.”
Lowering himself to the bed on his back, he held her on top of him, stroking down the curve of her spine in gliding encouragement. Jas held on tightly. She’d straightened her legs when they lay down, but they still bracketed his hips. Her body pressed into his as closely as she could. Shuddering, she fought the emotional meltdown churning inside.
How could she have been this weak, this stupid? Had she been intentionally blind? Questions were bitter-bright barbs, hooking into every aspect of her life.
“Let him go, baby,” Blaster commanded softly. “Feel me. Feel us.”
Jas lifted her head to look into his eyes. “How?”
“Like this.” Blaster reached up to her lips. Sucking her into his reality with soft kisses and rumbling approval as she pressed into him for more. Soon his head relaxed on the pillow and she followed him down.
The kisses intensified and Jas gripped his shoulders to roll them over. Blaster only let her roll them halfway, stopping on their sides. Refusing to roll on top of her.
His mouth moved down her neck, nipping and licking the salty spice of their wrestling match off her. Jas relaxed onto her back and he let her. Leaning over her to eat her taste. But he had to stop to watch his hand frame luscious globes, gently caressing sensitive undersides. He was fascinated as the firm points of her nipples swelled in engorged demand.
He hadn’t even touched her there and her body was shooting fire through his balls. The burn in his body didn’t matter.
“Damn I love these,” Blaster growled. “Look how perfect they are. Just looking at them and I want to touch. Always.”
“Always?” Jas murmured. “Why? Every woman has breasts, ya know?”
“Not like these, heavy and firm at the same time. Not tipped with perfectly formed nipples that beckon a man’s mouth like that. If I could stand behind you and hold your breasts all the time, I’d be a happy guy.”
“Why are men so fascinated with breasts? Is it some childhood fetish?” Jas wanted to know. Mostly she needed to hear him. Let him surround her in every way.
Blaster chuckled as he fondled her with soft touches, not going near her nipples, just softly running his fingers around sensitive undersides and cupping them occasionally. “Does this feel like a child’s touch?”
“No.”
“Good. It has nothing to do with being a child, I assure you.”
Her eyes closed as that long body relaxed, moving to his touch as if he were stroking a cat. A hard shudder ran through him as he took pleasure in her sensual trust. His feral cat was letting him pet her as he pleased. Trusting him to please her, to know what she needed.
Her eyes opened lazily to watch him as he studied her breasts with absorbed wonder. Slowly his head lowered to place his tongue lightly at the bottom of a perfect globe. In lazy licks he explored. Moving around to her breastbone and nibbling softly to the outside of her trembling breast. The cocoa-butter taste of her wasn’t enough. His mouth opened to suck in more of her.
He got lost in the texture of her, the feel of his lips moving over her. He slowly shifted so he could reach more. His
knees between her legs, he was kneeling over Jas’ body but not on her. His wide stance suspended him above her by an inch. Powerful thighs held him with just his cock resting on her belly. Both hands cradled a breast, holding them up. His elbows dug into the mattress as at last he licked around puffy soft centers. Reverently his tongue glided over a stiff nipple and Jas groaned.
The intimate sound of her pleasure was a branding iron burning into his brain. He needed that sound. With slow deliberation he licked both nipples. Dividing his attention with studied resolve. Her lungs heaved, her body rippled in feminine waves of pleasure and Jas moaned for him.
A man could only take so much. Growling, he opened over an engorged peak and sucked in hard, filling himself with her as she arched into him and hissed. The sound and feel of her drove him. Blaster’s body collapsed down on her in instinctive possession, holding her beneath him as he consumed what he needed.
Her claws dragged up his back and his hips bucked into her. Blaster let her nipple pop out of his mouth as he looked at her face. She was biting her lip. A frown creased her brow above closed eyes. The woman was still battling. He needed her full attention on him. With him.
Coming to his knees between her legs, his hands caressed heavy handfuls of natural breast. Open palms caressed her ribs, across straining abdominals and finely to the low ridge of her panties.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he watched her. Every time he saw his rough, scarred hands on her smooth skin, it was slightly shocking. Erotically sensual as his ugly paws moved over the stunning beauty that she was.
Jas mewed and shifted as she watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. His hands molded her in possessive strokes, petting down her burning skin with some sort of otherworldly knowledge of how to do it so she lost her mind. He loomed over her with a wild intensity that should have frightened her. Instead he took her with him into that place were only touch mattered. Where fire jumped between them with every caress.
Hooking his thumbs in the lace elastic he murmured, “Up.” Telling her to lift her legs straight up instead of his moving away from her to pull panties off.
Jas’ legs rose above his head and he slid the panties to her ankles, shackling them together with the delicate material.
“Hold these,” he commanded, pushing her legs forward, bending her in half.
Her hands grasped her ankles and Blaster immediately seized her hips in both hands, his eyes locked on the glistening pussy below him. In slow motion he sank to lick over the prize he was seeking.
His clever tongue dipped into her with hard jabs then dragged up, forcing its way between puffy folds in insistent demand. And the sucking! He apparently wanted to suck every inch of her into his mouth. He couldn’t stop.
He slurped to the top of her cunt and circled his tongue above her clit in teasing touches. She needed to get those damn panties off! If she couldn’t spread her legs in the next two minutes, she’d have to kill someone.
His tongue pushed down into her folds to barely touch the top of her clit in an almost-there brush. Jas hissed in frustration. He did it again and she jerked at the panties. They’d become twisted into narrow strands of silk that were too strong for her to rip. He pushed his tongue down again and her hips jerked up to get more of the contact. With her legs shackled together, she couldn’t get enough!
He held his mouth over her and let her hips rock up. Rubbing herself on him as she snarled and hissed in frustration. The taste of her raced through him. It was his new addiction. He knelt at the altar of her gushing pussy and worshiped.
“Help me!” Jas yelled. “Get it off!”
Blaster glanced up, not lifting his mouth. Reached to the nightstand for his knife and flicked it open. Jas’ lips peeled back in fierce delight as he deftly slit the panties with a quick jerk. His wrist twisted again and the knife was safely embedded in the wall, out of harm’s way.
Her legs opened and his mouth sucked in her clit. Jas gasped in both relief and breathless shock as sensations intensified. Her feet landed on his shoulders, knees open wide. Her head thrashed on the pillow as he ate at her.
Snarling into damp folds, his head butted up never letting go of her clit. Thick fingers entered her, pushing through soft, damp flesh. He buried them deep and began stroking her internally with moving fingertips. Not fucking them in and out, just moving in her until he found the spot that pulled a surprised scream from her. Then he kept his fingertip right there, gliding over the spot in repeated caresses.
Jas was sure she’d lose her mind. His wicked tongue was lashing her clit in an insidious rhythm and now he’d found a spot inside her that was just as sensitive. She had no control of the jerking bucks he could command with those knowing fingers. His head lifted off her cunt and he watched her move on his fingers buried in her.
He wasn’t letting her come. Stroking this way, he could fire up the burn in her body, driving to screaming intensity, and somehow control it.
“That’s it, baby,” Blaster purred as the liquid from her body dripped off his wrist.
Jas was moaning, hissing in breaths in great gulps. She’d never felt anything so intensely in her life. He wasn’t holding her down, controlling any aspect of her body. He’d let her accept or reject how he placed her. He’d very carefully searched for and found a spot within her that gave more pleasure than she’d ever known. But he’d known it was there.
“Trust me,” he whispered, and changed the touch inside her as his mouth sucked her clit back in.
Jas screamed and flew into a convulsing orgasm. Its white-hot intensity was like jumping into a blaze. Her entire body was exploding and he kept on stroking her.
Gentling the touch, he let her off the shrieking high. Jas panted down. Her eyes opened in unfocused wonder. Her body still burned, but once again he was holding it right below the shocking fire he’d just introduced her to.
“Let’s do that again with me in you,” Blaster suggested softly.
“Sure. You can fit both cock and fingers in?” Jas wanted to know dazedly.
“Trust me, baby,” he responded as one-handed he ripped open a condom package with his teeth and sheathed cock in practiced ease while still working his fingers deep inside her body.
He grabbed a pillow. The insidious fingers inside her did something new and her hips lifted off the bed. He thrust the pillow under her. He grasped a leg and pushed it over to the side on top of her other leg, turning her hips on the pillow so pussy was once again displayed and squashed together. Her legs were pressed up at the knee with his large hand holding the backs of both knees. At last his fingers pulled out and Blaster lunged up, his cock finding her opening, its thick head pushing in as he leaned over her hip. Releasing her legs, he anchored both hands on either side of her chest and used his body weight to brutally slam into her.
Both their backs arched in the searing pleasure as he powered into the tight channel. The position gave him full access and stimulated the same nerves he’d been strumming. But this was so much better. Every time the head of his cock powered into her, he drove over those nerves and found new ones at the back of her womb.
Jas looked up at the face of passion and knew what it meant. He was giving her the beast and damn if she didn’t adore the monster it made him. The wild, urgent scent of sex surrounded them as the bed slammed into the wall with each thrust. The pounding announcement to anyone in hearing didn’t bother her. It was earthy, a little nasty and honest.
Jas felt the release building. Her body tightened and he had to feel the clench.
“No, not yet, baby. More. We need more,” Blaster grunted, and slowed his strokes.
“Yes! More. Do not stop!” Jas disagreed.
“Hurting you? Sore?” he gasped.
“No.”
“Then come. Come now!” he commanded in a strangle voice.
Jas let go. Hard and long, her body contracted around him in a screaming orgasm that blew away every thought but the feel of him ramming into her sensitized channel.
He kept on fucking. Pistoning thick male flesh into her. Driving her through the first burning orgasm into the next.
Then he lifted her top leg, holding it in the air. Straddling her other leg he came down on all fours pushing her raised leg high against her shoulder. The position opened her to him and gave him leverage to ram into her with even greater force.
Now he fucked with a twisting thrust that removed all reality from her mind. There was only the feel of him and pounding pleasure. Driving into constricting muscles, he picked up the pace as if he’d simply been playing before. They both climbed the sharp cliff of sensation. Throwing themselves on each harsh burst of pleasure with complete abandon.
This time he joined her, bellowing his completion as she moaned through the shattering release. No longer able to scream, Jas shuddered as wave after wave of shooting explosion accompanied the short thrusts of his cock as he emptied in her.
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