“Tell me what you want.” His breath tickled her ear as he tormented her swollen clit. “Say it, Dakota.”
“I want your fingers inside me,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Like this?” He slid one lean digit between her folds, rubbing up and down.
“More,” she moaned.
“How about this?” He slid her jeans and panties down until they were to her knees, exposing her ass, her cunt and her golden creamy thighs. Then, slowly, he slipped the finger back up to brush her clit before driving it down again, this time close to the opening of her vagina but circling it without penetrating her.
“Jonah!” The sound was almost a wail. The walls of her cunt fluttered with need as they sought something solid to grasp.
But Jonah was determined to tease her, torment her with his clever touch. As his thumb chafed a nipple, one finger of the other hand continued its slow journey through her wet folds, brushing her clit then moving in a circular motion. She could feel every ridge of the callus on that slowly moving digit. Down, up, round and round.
Dakota leaned back against him for support, her legs trembling as tremors skated through her. She was melting and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet. She rocked back and forth, trying to urge his finger deeper.
He chuckled, his breath a warm caress against her skin. “Eager, are we? Is this what you want?”
He dipped his hand lower and one finger slid into her hot, wet channel. It scraped lightly against the tiny nerves bundled in her flesh, setting them off in riotous response and sent a fresh spate of her honey coursing onto Jonah’s finger. She clenched the inner muscles of her cunt, tightening against him, needing more inside her. He’d barely done anything to her yet already her skin felt hot and too tight.
When he pinched her clit and her nipple at the same time a small orgasm rolled through her, catching her unawares and leaving her needing more. She tried to turn, to touch him, to urge him toward the bed but one arm moved to band around her waist, holding her in place.
The finger wet with her cream slid from her pussy, around her hip and through the cleft of her ass until it found the tight rosette. The moment the tip of his finger began to circle that sensitive bundle of nerves her pussy spasmed again and icy heat raced through her. Her breath caught on a gasp as she reflexively pushed back against him.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here, Dakota?” His voice was a purr, like that of a jungle cat on the prowl.
She shook her head, incapable of speech.
“Would you like me to?”
As he asked the question he pressed the tip of the finger just past the ring of muscle guarding her rectum. It moved in a fraction beyond the first knuckle, making her catch her breath again.
He pinched her nipple. Hard. “Answer me. Do you want me to fuck you in this gorgeous ass?”
“Y-Yes.” Why was he making her talk? Her mind was so scattered she could hardly put two words together.
“Yes what?” The finger pressed in more insistently.
“God!” The word exploded from her as he moved his finger in all the way and rotated it.
Jonah laughed softly. “You can just call me Jonah.” He moved the finger again. “Yes, what, Dakota? Let me hear you say the words.”
“YesIwantyoutofuckmeintheass.” She clenched her buttocks around the intrusion, her breathing erratic, hot and cold skating over her.
“We’ll have to work on it a little, darlin’. This sweet ass is really tight. You couldn’t take my cock now and I don’t want to hurt you.” He sighed against her skin. “What we need is some good lube and a proper plug.”
Dakota dragged in a deep breath. “I-I have those things. Here.”
The finger in her ass stopped moving and the two stimulating her nipple pinched hard, convulsively.
“You do? You have a plug and lube?”
“Uh-huh.” She moved her hips, silently urging him to get back to what he was doing. Should she have told him? What would he think of her? At the moment she didn’t much care.
“Darlin’, you just keep surprising me. Where are they?”
“I-In my chest of drawers. Near the bed.”
Slowly he withdrew his finger from her ass and dropped his hand from her breast. He lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed, placing her on it very carefully.
“Which drawer?” he asked after he’d washed his hands.
“The one on top on the right.”
Her entire body was humming, badly in need of his attention. She watched him as he opened the drawer and studied the contents.
“This all to entertain yourself?”
“Yes.” Heat crept up her cheeks. “I…ordered them online.”
“Makes up for not having a partner, right?” He pulled out the butt plug. “This is still in the wrapper. You’ve never used it.”
She closed her eyes, embarrassed to be discussing this with him. “I was working up to it.”
“Well, let’s not make you wait any longer.”
He carried the plug and the tube of gel he’d found over to the bed. She waited for him to undress her, then himself. Instead he crawled up beside her and lifted her until she was on her hands and knees.
“Stay just like that,” he ordered. “Don’t move.”
When he slipped one hand beneath her and found her clit she couldn’t swallow the cry of need that escaped her. He massaged it slowly, scooping some of her copious cream and rubbing it into the swollen bud. Her pussy muscles clenched in need. Why didn’t he push his fingers inside her, where she really needed them? Instead, he steadied her with one hand while he circled her clit again and again, pushing her toward a release that at the same time he was denying her.
“Please, Jonah,” she begged, moving her hips back and forth. “Please, please, please.”
“Please what? You know I want to hear the words.”
“Please fuck me,” she blurted out and tried to press down on the tormenting finger.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” he prompted.
“In my ass.” She nearly screamed the words in frustration, her whole body shaking with unsatisfied desire.
“But you aren’t ready yet,” he reminded her.
“I don’t care,” she sobbed.
“I do. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to. It’s going to burn a little the first time, but I want it to be pleasant for you.” He ran a hand over her buttocks, caressing the skin, tracing the line where thigh and buttocks joined before trailing through her cleft again. “Let’s see what we can do to get you ready.”
She felt the cooling sensation of the gel as he squeezed it onto her anus and the gentle rotation of his finger as he smoothed it onto the tight ring of muscle before rubbing it inside. His finger went in a little easier this time, helped both by the fact he’d penetrated her once and by the slickness of the gel.
In a moment a second finger eased in carefully beside the first. They separated, then closed together, scissoring in a stretching motion. Dakota was panting, rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, reaching for the orgasm that she knew was just out of reach. When Jonah withdrew his fingers and pressed the head of the plug against her opening she pushed back as hard as she could.
“Stop, Dakota.” He shifted one hand to press on her spine, forcing her to stop her movements. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. We’re going to do this right. Now. Take in a deep breath and hold it.”
She did as he told her, pulling in the deepest breath she could.
“Now let it out slowly. Very slowly.”
As she exhaled he pushed the plug into her rectum, slowly, a little at a time. It stretched her tissues and burned, just as he said it would but the burn was more pleasure than pain.
He stopped at the end of her exhalation. “Okay. Another deep breath for me. Then let it out slowly.”
She did it again, dragging in huge lungfuls of air. As she did he moved the plug in farther. More, more, until as all the air le
ft her lungs it was all the way in. She could feel the flanges at the base pressing against her ass. Oh, god, it felt huge. But good. So good.
She felt his lips on her skin as he kissed both cheeks of her ass before tracing a line up one and down the other with his tongue. Now, she thought. Now he’d finally make her come. Instead he shocked her by pulling her panties back in place and then her jeans. He lay down next to her to give himself better reach to fasten them.
Jeans in place, he sat up, pulling her up with him. As if he did it every day, he maneuvered her bra out from beneath her t-shirt and tossed it onto the bed.
“Now we should eat,” he told her, helping her off the bed.
She stared at him. “What? Eat? Are you crazy?”
His slow smile ran through her like a river of warm syrup. “Aren’t you hungry? I am. And we need to give that plug time to do its work.”
He kept his hand under elbow as she wobbled her way back to the counter on rubbery legs. She had no idea how she would have served the pizza if he hadn’t been helping her. All she could focus on was the thick dildo in her ass and the tremors racing nonstop through her pussy.
When they sat down at the table, he pulled his chair around so he was at right angles to her rather than across from her. As he sipped his wine and chewed his pizza one hand played with her nipples through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. They were painfully hard, and each twist of his fingers sent jolts of sensation straight to her womb. She was acutely aware of the plug in her rectum. Every so often she’d slide back and forth on the seat, moving it just enough to flood her with a higher level of desire.
Dakota had no idea how she managed to drink her wine, much less eat one slice of pizza. She wanted to rip off her clothes and Jonah’s and beg him to take her right there on the floor. But he ate and drank as if nothing unusual was happening, all the while watching her through eyes that had darkened almost to black. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and was enjoying every minute of it.
When they finished their simple meal Jonah helped her clean up, watching her every movement, a knowing smile on his face. She let out a long sigh of relief when they were finished and he led her back to the bed.
At last! Oh, finally, at last!
But he held her upright, his body tight against hers, his hands cupping her face, as he gave a long, slow, deep kiss. His tongue danced through the inside of her mouth, tasting, tasting, tasting.
Oh, god! Is he ever going to do it?
Chapter Seven
Jonah knew she was ready to explode at any moment. So was he. But this was just so good he didn’t want to hurry it. Sitting next to her at the table, tweaking her nipples while she rode the plug in her ass made his cock so hard he wondered it hadn’t burst through the denim of his jeans. Touching her ass, pressing his finger inside that hot dark tunnel had been bad enough. But he’d nearly lost it inserting that plug in her ass and watching that virgin tunnel suck it in.
He remembered the first time he’d suggested it to Jenna. Her eyes had opened so wide he thought they’d pop out of her head. But once he got the first plug inside her she was a maniac about it, wanting it all time. Sex with Jenna had been off the charts, the only woman who had ever quelled the wolf lust inside him. Others had been stopgaps, merely controlling it, pushing it to a lower level until it rose up stronger than ever.
Until Dakota.
Was he meant to come here? To find her? Is that why he’d been assigned the first Night Seeker case. Had fate had a helping hand in this?
Then his mind shut off, his body taking over as it demanded satisfaction. God, she felt so good under his hands. Her skin was like satin, her hair like black spun silk, her lips a soft velvet. And her cunt! Hell, he could drink her nectar forever. But nothing was as good as when those tight wet walls clenched around his cock and pulled him into his release.
He lifted his head, searching her eyes for any sign of trepidation or anxiety. Any hint that she might be second-guessing herself. But all he saw was a heat that answered his own.
Tugging on the fabric of her t-shirt he lifted the garment over her head and tossed it aside. He could tell without touching them how hard her nipples were. They’d darkened from a pinkish brown to a deep rose, like flowers blooming at the points of her breasts. He could see the pulse beating heavily in the sweet hollow of her throat and the flush of desire that turned her cheeks a soft pink.
When he knelt to slide her jeans and panties down her legs he couldn’t help burying his face against her pussy, pulling at her clit with his teeth and licking her slit through the soft curls around it. Dakota shuddered in his grasp, her skin warm beneath his fingers.
He tossed the jeans and panties to the side with her t-shirt, then rose and pulled off his own clothes. When his cock sprang free he saw the bead of pre-cum already dripping from the slit. Dakota looked down and saw it, too. One hand moved between them and a small finger spread the thick liquid over the fat, plum-colored head.
The heat of her touch made him suck in his breath and reach for his control. He didn’t want this to be over too soon. Wanted to draw it out, give this woman every bit of pleasure he could wring from her.
He forced himself to be still as long as he could while her finger rubbed back and forth over the head of his cock, but when he reached the breaking point he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him.
“You have to stop,” he growled, “or all this will be over before it even gets started.”
“But I like to touch you,” she breathed.
“And I like it, too. And we’ll do plenty of touching before tonight is over. But first things first.”
He nudged her onto the bed and onto her back. She opened her legs in invitation but then widened her eyes when he straddled her, his cock resting between her breasts.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw these pretty breasts.”
And wasn’t that just the damn truth.
Pressing her breasts together so they clung to his cock, he began sliding back and forth in the tunnel he’d created. The tight caress of her breasts nearly made him lose his breath. He wasn’t sure how long he would last this way but he had to feel it just for a few seconds.
“Let me put my mouth on you,” she whispered.
Jonah shook his head. “Not right now.”
Regretfully he slid from her body and turned her over. Pulling her to her hands and knees, he plumped the pillows under her stomach to support her and knelt between her outspread thighs, pushing them as far apart as he could.
Her gorgeous pink cunt beckoned to him. He closed his eyes, imagining how tight it would be around him with the plug in her ass. Bending low, he planted kisses on her rounded buttocks before giving her an open-mouthed kiss on her pussy. She jerked in response and a little hum of desire rolled from her lips.
“I’m going to leave the plug in your ass,” he murmured. “We need to stretch you out as much as we can. I’m going to fuck your cunt with the plug inside you and make you come harder than you ever imagined.
He grabbed the condom he’d dropped onto the bed, tore it open and rolled it on. Spreading the lips of her cunt he positioned himself and drove into her with a slow, steady stroke. She was tight because of the plug compressing her channel and her wet skin dragged across the thickness of his shaft.
“Ohmigod!” she screamed, and immediately began spasming around him.
Jonah had to call on every bit of control he had not to come right that minute.
Holding her hips he began pumping, slow glides in and out of that hot, grasping sheath. He didn’t know what heaven was like but he was sure it couldn’t be any better than this.
Dakota was shoving her hips back at him, riding his cock and making little sounds that only increased his arousal. When he felt tremors rising in her sheath again he increased the speed of his strokes, driving her hard toward her climax.
The explosion, when it came, was cataclysmic. Dakota screamed with its intensity. They shook
, both of them, their bodies no longer in their control. Thunder and lightning crashed through them and the winds of orgasm whipped their muscles. Shouting her name, Jonah pulsed inside her tight clasp again and again, filling the latex reservoir until every drop had been wrung from his body.
When he collapsed forward he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to move again.
Who’s controlling whom here?
“Jonah?”
Dakota’s weak voice barely pierced through his fog.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“I-I can’t breathe.”
His chuckle was weak. “Sorry.” He pulled from her slowly and rolled to the side. His heart was hammering wildly and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to breathe properly again. He was glad he didn’t have to shift at the moment because he wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to do it.
Rolling to his side, he pulled Dakota into his arms, resting his chin on her hand and caressing her arm until they returned to some semblance of normalcy. He fixed the pillows on the bed, disposed of the condom and pulled the covers over both of them.
“Jonah?” Her voice was tentative.
“Yeah?”
“What’s this…thing between us? I’ve had sex before but it fades into insignificance compared to this.” She sighed against him. “I know I’m not nearly as experienced as you are, and probably as most of the women you’re with. But I just—”
“You’re right,” he broke in. And damn, didn’t he just know it. A tremor of something indefinable raced through him. “I don’t know, darlin’. But you’re right. It doesn’t take experience to know we’ve made a connection here.”
“So what does it all mean?”
“I guess we’ll have to let it play out. And when this assignment is over for me, we can take an honest look at it.”
“Okay.” She sighed.
He took the time to carefully ease the plug from her ass, took it into the bathroom to rinse and leave on the counter, then climbed back into bed with her. Carefully he spooned himself around her. In a moment he felt her breathing even out. He closed his own eyes. It was still somewhat early to be in bed, but he had a feeling they were going to need all the sleep they could get.
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