He cocks a smile and steps into my personal space. Lifting my chin with his finger, he asks, “You don’t?”
“Um…?”
“Baby, admit it,” he says while cupping my cheek. “Admit that you’re mine.”
Here goes nothing.
“I’m yours,” I admit. Why is it that this man has me admitting my feelings to him? “I’m yours, Quill,” I repeat. “But if I’m yours, that means you’re mine too.” Grabbing him by his leather vest, I look him straight in his blue eyes. “And that means that I don’t share. If we’re going to have any sort of relationship, then I need to know that you’re going to be faithful to me.”
“Babe.” He grimaces.
“Don’t ‘babe’ me. This is how it has to be, or else I’m out of here now.”
He grabs hold of my neck, and I focus on his lips as he says, “I’m willing to try this thing between us, and until then, I won’t share my bed with another. But I don’t take kindly to threats, Jasmine.” He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Since I had a taste of you, you’re all I want, so we won’t have any problems there.”
“Including the redhead I saw you with?” I question.
“Yes, including Jess. I don’t want her. I want you.” He leans in and kisses me softly. “Now let’s go have a drink and meet my boys.”
Quill holds my hand as we walk out of his room. The music is loud, and I can barely hear myself think. He takes me over to the bar and asks me if I want a drink.
“A Corona, please,” I reply.
I watch as a middle-aged woman walks over to us from behind the bar. Her hair is bleached blonde and in a beehive. Her lips are painted hot pink, and she has dark eyeliner and thick mascara on. She’s wearing tight leather pants with a white singlet on. She’s gorgeous.
“Daisy, can you grab me and my girl a Corona?” I watch as Daisy’s eyes widen in surprise at the mention of “my girl.”
“Sure thing, Prez,” she replies and gives me a wink.
I suddenly remember leaving Luisa and spin around on my stool in search of her. I spot her in the corner leaning up against the wall with Hawke towering above her. They look as if they’re in a heated discussion, and I’m contemplating going over there to see if she’s okay.
Quill’s body turns toward me, and he rubs my arm as he says, “They’ll be okay. Let them talk it out.” I look back at Quill who’s staring at me with hunger. He shakes his head as if to rid himself of his thoughts and then passes me a beer. I quickly pull it to my mouth and take a huge gulp, trying to break the sexual tension between us. He leans over to whisper in my ear. “Baby, you look good enough to eat. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold off taking you to my bed.”
I swallow the beer so hard I nearly choke on it. The moment is quickly broken when a member of the club taps Quill’s shoulder and says, “Prez, who’s this fine thing you have with you?”
“Gunner, how you doin’, man?” Quill asks, slapping him on his back. “This is Jasmine. Jasmine, this is one of my boys, Gunner.”
“Nice to meet you,” I reply. Gunner smiles and winks at me. He’s quite broad in the chest and full of muscles. He has a beard, a shaved head, and a tattoo on the side of his head saying “Live to ride, ride to live.” Geez, what are they feeding these men? They’re all attractive, perfectly portraying the meaning of the word hotness.
“Nice to meet you, Jasmine. Just remember, if this guy over here doesn’t take care of you and you need a real man, you come and see me. I’ll be happy to oblige.” Quill turns toward him and punches him in the stomach. I know it’s all play, but my God there is a lot of testosterone going on here.
“Shit, Prez,” Gunner bellows, wrapping his arms around his ribs, which I’m sure is all an act. “I was only playin’ with ya.”
“Next time I won’t be so gentle,” Quill responds.
Gunner picks up his beer and slaps Quill on the back before saying, “Well, I’ve got a sexy-as-fuck woman waiting for me in my room. I better go before she gets restless. You know how these babes can be, man.” I look away, not wanting to hear Quill’s response. As Quill wraps his arms around my waist, Gunner’s lips widen with a smile. “Jasmine, nice meeting you, darlin’.” And he’s gone.
I watch as a woman squeezes her naked boobs together while a guy pours tequila over them and drinks out of them. Two people are dry fucking each other on a couch that looks like it’s seen better days. Feeling out of place, I quickly take a swig of my beer. Quill is about to say something when my eyes open wide as I see Jess approach him from behind. She gives me a look of pure hatred as she slides her body up against Quill’s and says, “Baby, how long you gonna be? I wanna play with you.” She sounds drunk as her words are slurred and all over the place. Quill grabs her hand, removes it from his shoulder, and grimaces.
“Hands off, Jess. I already told you we’re not happening. Go find another brother to play with.” Not taking the hint, she moves closer and kisses his neck. I feel myself tremble with anger. I can’t stand to watch this anymore. Does she have no shame? I don’t know what comes over me, but I grab her by the face and push her away from Quill’s neck.
“Get your slutty mouth off him,” I yell and watch as she stumbles back. Her eyes widen in shock, and then she straightens her clothes, trying to pull herself together.
“You didn’t just fucking do that, bitch?”
“Oh yes, I fucking did, bitch,” I reply and get up in her face. “Quill is my man now, so I suggest you take your slutty ass away from here and go and use it on another man.”
“Who do you think you are? You don’t belong here,” she says, pointing her finger in my chest. “I’m Quill’s woman. I’m the one he comes to when he needs to be taken care of, and I’m good at making him feel good.”
Quill pushes me behind him and storms to Jess, who is only inches away from him. “That’s enough! Jess, get the fuck out of here. You’ve been warned.”
I step back and let Quill take care of it. I’m so mad at Quill for putting me in this situation. This is not me. I’m not the aggressive type. Yet, here I am, seconds from slapping her. She’s right, I don’t belong here. What am I doing? I turn to walk away, but I’m too slow for Quill. He grabs me by the shoulders and spins me back around. “Just wait a sec, will you?”
“Fine, you have two seconds to get rid of that whore,” I yell back at him.
“Blaze, get her the fuck out of here. She’s drunk and needs a ride home.” I watch as a man approaches us and grabs Jess by the arm.
“No worries, Prez.” I see Blaze say something to Jess, but I can’t hear them. When they pass me, I hear Blaze say, “It’s easier this way.”
Jess stops as they reach me and gives me a fake smile. “Just remember, sweetie, I’m the one he’ll be coming back to when this thing between you two ends. You see, you’re not the first woman he’s been with, and you won’t be the last. He’ll go off and fuck other women, but he’ll always come back to me because he knows I take care of him.”
“Well, until then, I’ll be seeing you,” I sarcastically reply. Quill turns to face me and is about to say something, but I stop him as I grab hold of his cut with both hands and yank him hard against me. I’m sick of fighting myself. I want him, and it’s time I showed him. I kiss him hard, catching him off guard. When he gasps, I take the opportunity to ravish his mouth. I feel him harden instantly and know he’s turned-on. The kiss turns hungry. Grabbing my hair, he pulls it away from my face; his hands travel the outline of my body and land on my waist. I’m so turned-on, and I don’t know if it’s to prove to myself I am his, but I jerk my head back and look him in the eyes. “Quill, I want you. Now.”
Chapter Twelve
Quill
I grab hold of Jasmine’s hand and lead her to my room for the second time tonight. I’ve been trying to think of an excuse to get back there, but she soon fixed that problem when she surprised me with a dominating kiss that I was sure would leave me with blue balls. I’d thought I was going to endure
a night of convincing her that Jess meant nothing to me, but not Jasmine, she only proved how she’s different from other women. I knew she was something special. I saw how my men stared at her beauty. It only made me want to fuck her right there on the spot to prove she’s mine. I don’t even think she realizes how beautiful she is. I love how she’d taken control of the kiss. It only made me want her more, and when she admitted that she wants me, I didn’t waste another second. I want her in my bed and under me.
I take a moment to just stare at her as she makes her way across to my bed. My hands itch to touch her silky brown hair and perfectly rounded ass, but I’m going to let her take the lead tonight. I want to be sure she’s ready for this. I know I am with the strain of my cock hitting my zipper. Fuck! What is happening to me? Since when do I let a woman take the lead?
Her soft voice asks, “Has she been in this bed?” I immediately know who she’s talking about.
“Yes,” is all I say, giving her a chance to let it sink in. Fuck, if I was in her room and I knew another man had been there, I would go all caveman on her and rip the sheets off. I walk toward her, her back facing my chest. I want to touch her, but I know she has more to say.
“Promise me she won’t be again.”
“Babe,” I say, spinning her around, “There’s no way I can be with another woman. Since meeting you, you’re all I want.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, making me want to taste her. She pushes me back a little and removes her boots with one foot in front of the other. Her fingers play with her button on her jeans, and I clench my jaw, trying to hold back from ripping them off her. I see the mischievous look in her eyes as she starts to unbutton them. She rolls her jeans over her hips and I clench my fists tightly to restrain myself from taking control and giving into my natural ways.
I step forward, but she shakes her head at me to let me know she’s the one calling the shots. I swallow hard and take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. She discards her jeans and lingers her fingers at the hem of her top before slowly lifting it just above her naval. I lick my lips, eager to get a taste of her. Slowly and steadily, she lifts it over her head, and my mouth turns dry at the image before me. She is perfection.
“Fuck me,” I grunt as I notice she’s wearing a black lace bra and a matching lace thong. She lifts her hair, and I watch as it cascades around her. When she bites on her bottom lip, that’s my undoing. Fuck taking things slow. I pick her up and throw her on the bed, taking in her beauty as she giggles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jasmine, and you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she repeats.
I crawl on the bed, covering her body with mine. I have to taste her. I lick her lips, and she sighs as I make my way down her body, spreading open-mouthed kisses. I trail my hands up her soft, silky thighs and reach around her back to unclasp her bra. Her nipples peak with the cool air as I trail her bra over her arms and throw it over my shoulder. Her nipples are perfect, erect and pink, making me want to suck on them even more. I lick on one and suck it into my mouth, enjoying her squirming body beneath me. She smells amazing, just like vanilla and peaches. The sight of her in my bed with hooded eyes has my cock straining against my jeans. I pinch her other nipple with my fingers and she moans. Her body arches when I move further down the length of her and lick into her navel, causing her to tremble with need.
As my middle and index finger slide along the outside of her panties, I find that she’s soaked. Her hands run through my hair and I smile when she nudges my head further down. Fuck, I love it when she does that.
“You want my mouth or my cock, babe?” I ask, kissing her just above her pubic bone. I look up at her and see she’s squeezing her eyes shut. “Babe, look at me.” She lifts her head, and I can see she’s struggling to say the words. “Tell me what you want, baby,”
“I can’t,” she replies breathlessly.
When I rub her clit through her panties, her head falls back on the pillow. I stop my movements, and she immediately huffs in frustration.
“Quill!”
“Babe, say it.”
She shuts her eyes again and quietly admits, “I want you to go down on me.”
“C’mon, babe, you can do better than that,” I say, licking her just above her panty line.
“Fuck,” she groans.
“Say it.”
“I want you to kiss me down there,” she whispers.
“Down where? You can’t say it, can you?” I laugh as I feel the pressure of her thighs on either side of my head. I know she’s embarrassed, but I want her to feel comfortable with me; I need no reservations when she’s in my bed.
“Pussy,” she whispers.
“What did you say? I can’t hear you.”
She draws in a deep breath and repeats, “Pussy.”
I lay flat on my stomach with my head between her open thighs. As I lick up her thigh, she quivers beneath me. I can smell her delicious scent as I rub my nose through her center. “Fuck you smell good.” Groaning, I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down her legs. Her pussy is glistening with need, and my cock twitches as I lick her from her entry up to her clit.
“Quill,” I hear her hiss. Fuck, I love my name on her lips
Her hips lift off the bed, and I put pressure on her stomach to force her back down on the bed. I stop my assault on her and glance up to watch as she comes undone. She’s so beautiful as I see her pinch her nipples and suck her bottom lip into her mouth. “Look at me, babe. I wanna see those gorgeous eyes on me, watching as I pleasure you.”
“Please,” she begs, her eyes boring into mine.
I continue to lick her up, and she rotates her hips on my tongue, trying to find her release. As I hold her hips steady, I suck her clit into my mouth. She tastes so good that I lose control and slip my tongue inside her. She’s panting now, and I know she’s close, as I feel the beginning of her orgasm on my tongue. I spread her legs even further and hold them down with my hands on the inside of her thighs. I slip her clit into my mouth and lightly bite down. She screams out my name as she comes all over my tongue and chin. I suck her juices and stop only when she’s come down from her orgasm.
“I can’t wait anymore, Jasmine. I need to be inside of you.” Her fingers grip the loops of my jeans and she yanks me forward. Her hand trails the outline of my cock and her eyes widen as she gasps at its size.
“That’s right, baby. That’s all for you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jasmine
He gives me one final lick as I come down from my climax. My clit pulsates with the aftereffects of my orgasm.
I open my eyes and watch as Quill gets up off the bed. He throws his cut on the nearby chair and his hands reach behind his back to drag his shirt over his head. My mouth dries with the image of him in front of me, wearing nothing but low-cut jeans with his dog tags between his chiseled chest and abs. He is the image of the bad boy. My eyes widen as he discards his jeans and I see his cock spring to life. It’s big; to the point that I’m wondering how in the world it will fit inside me.
Quill must notice the terror on my face because he says, “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take it slow. I won’t hurt you.”
He grabs hold of my ankles and drags me closer to the end of the bed. I raise my body in a seated position, and he kisses me deeply. I can taste myself as he devours my mouth. My hands have a mind of their own as they trace the outline of his abs and chest and rest on his dog tags. I scoot backward on the bed and drag him along with me by pulling his tags. His body covers mine, and he nudges my thighs apart with his knee.
His erection rubs against my clit, and I lift my pelvis to try and gain friction. I moan as his lips move to my breast, where he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Babe, I need to be inside you. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe, more than ready to finally have him inside of me.
The head of his cock
slides up and down my wet folds, and then the tip enters me. I lift my head to see Quill in a kneeling position with the base of his cock in his hand, slowly and steadily filling me. The feeling is beyond this world as my walls clamp down around him.
“Fuck,” he groans in frustration as he withdraws from me and runs his hands through his hair. I mewl at the loss of him and sit up, my heart caught in my throat.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, feeling insecure.
He freezes and then shakes his head. “Of course not. I forgot a condom. Are you on the pill?”
“Oh,” I say in relief. “Yes, I’m on the pill.”
“Thank fuck,” he groans and places his hands on my knees.
“I’m clean, babe. I get tested every year. Plus, I always wear a condom to be safe,” Quill admits.
A small smile reaches my lips as I realize the reason for Quill’s frustration is because of the thought of him having to waste another second before he’s inside me.
He licks up my body till he’s kissing me. He enters slowly until he’s halfway inside of me. As his index finger circles my clit, I feel myself opening up further to him, my body responding to his demands. I groan out my pleasure as he pushes in further with one hard thrust and stills, giving me time to adjust to his full length. It stings a little, but the discomfort is soon replaced by pleasure as he rotates his hips and sucks my erect nipple into his mouth.
“You feel so good, so warm and tight. Your pussy was meant for me.”
He slowly withdraws fully and then thrusts deeply inside me again. I arch my body into his as he begins the slow dance of fucking me. Quill raises my thigh higher on his hip, and I groan his name as this position hits the most delicious spot.
I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to drown out my moans as he swiftly thrusts in and out of me, but he pulls my hand away and holds it beside my head, ensuring that I don’t try and use it again.
“I want to hear you, all of you, your moans, your screams. Don’t hold back, baby.”
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