Jesus fucking Christ! Jase groaned. “Seems to me you’re playing sexual games pretty well.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but it turned into a gasp-slash-moan when he drove his hand beneath her panties and between her legs. Offering her little tact and no mercy, he circled his thumb around her clitoris. He used his other hand to curl her hair around his palm and angle her head so he could kiss her. No, no one could call this a kiss. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, a prelude to the way he planned to fuck her once he had his cock inside her.
Just not tonight, he reminded himself.
One set of her fingernails dug into the forearm of the hand in her panties. The other one reached back to clasp at his hand in her hair. Guessing he held her too tight, he loosened his grip on her hair in response.
“You’re wet, darlin’, and your clit is hard, maybe a few hard strokes of my thumb and you’d come for me. So needy. God, I like that.” He wanted her to climax so hard she forgot her name. He needed to watch her like he needed oxygen to survive. He stroked his fingers into her wet heat, keeping the movement of his thumb light, without enough pressure to send her collapsing into pleasure. “You ever touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
“I want to watch you do that for me.”
Her eyes widened like twin pools of green. He loved shocking her. Such innocence and she’d handed herself over into his debauching care. He couldn’t decide if she was a fool for doing so or if he was a bastard for letting her.
Jase swung her into his arms, and she squealed her surprise at the sudden loss of gravity. He strode to the bed and settled her in the center, propping her head on his pillows.
Right where she belongs. Naked and in my bed.
He kissed one nipple, licked the other, before meeting her eyes. He would’ve dragged her panties off with his teeth, but she looked a little shell-shocked, and maybe a tad unsure if she should proceed. Giving her time to object, he traveled his fingertips down her ribcage, circled her belly button with the pads, before lowering them to curl around the band of her underwear. Their gazes collided, and he waited a few seconds, allotting her another opportunity to halt his sexual play. She licked her lips, and elevated her hips. Pleased she offered herself to him, he dragged her panties off.
Still holding her eyes, he brought her panties to his nose and inhaled. They were damp and musky from her arousal. The craving to bury his face in her pussy was strong, but seduction was on his agenda so he pushed aside the inclination.
Her lips parted on an astonished hiss.
“Let me watch you touch yourself.”
She shook her head, nostrils flaring just slightly and her pupils dilated until only the slimmest green of her irises was visible.
“I’ll join you.” With measured movements, he tossed her panties over his shoulder, and curled his fingers around the long stalk of his dick. He stroked once, twice, and ran his thumb along the head to remove the bead of moisture. “Join me, Fallon.”
“We shouldn’t do this.” In spite of her voice being whisper soft, there was zero conviction behind the words.
“Give me one reason why we shouldn’t do this?”
Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue and so did her breasts. “It’s kind of embarrassing you watching me do that.”
“There’s nothing embarrassing about pleasure. Look at me”—he nodded toward his cock where he continued to stroke himself with a steady beat—“I enjoy the way this feels. That should never be embarrassing.”
“Says the professional at sex-play.”
Jase chuckled and scooted closer so he could lean over her. He braced his hands on either side of her head, and he brushed his lips across her forehead and down her nose. His hair draped on either side of them, trapping them together in the sexual spell. “I’m no professional, darlin’. I’m selfish, I have a filthy mind, and watching you get yourself off is at the top of my bucket list. Let me assist you.”
She bit her bottom lip as he took her hand and guided it between her legs. He rocked her palm back and forth, coating their fingers in her wetness. The head of his cock throbbed to be inside her wet heat.
Jase sat back on his heels and removed his guiding touch. Taking the bait, she maneuvered her fingers against her clit without instruction from him. He squeezed the head of his dick and peered at his woman. Beautiful. His erotic dream. Sweet and innocent. She deserved better than him, but being a selfish bastard didn’t lend itself to playing the part of an honorable man. Honorable was for pussies. He always took what he wanted without regret. Fallon was his, he wanted her, and he wouldn’t regret stealing her for himself.
Her eyes were scrunched closed, and the soft whimpers she panted were killing him. With her neck arched and her head buried in his pillow, her hips rocked against her hand. The closer she drew to coming all evidence of the shy girl had vanished.
Jase squeezed the base of his cock before he blew all over her. Goddamn, she had no clue how hot she made him with the simple act of pleasuring herself at his instruction. “Open your eyes, Fallon.”
Her lids flicked upward, the corners of her eyes lax with gratification, and cloudy with her imminent release.
“Stop playing with your clit.” A feminine moan protested his instruction, but her hand stilled and she blinked at him. He shifted between her thighs, positioning one leg against his chest, her foot at his shoulder. While placing a kiss against her anklebone, he curled his fingers around the knee of her other leg and pushed her leg out, opening her wet folds to his view. “Watch my face as you penetrate yourself, Fallon.” When she hesitated, he took a gamble and said, “Or we could just stop now. It’s your choice.”
Pleasedonotstop. Pleasedonotstop. Pleasedonotstop. His balls might rupture if she opted for that outcome.
Fallon slid a single finger inside her pussy. Jase almost emptied his sac all over her. To stop that outcome, he let go of her leg and squeezed the base of his erection.
“Is that filthy enough for you, Jase?”
Stunned by her playfulness, he choked on his chuckle. They were just getting started with the filthy things he knew. “Not even close, darlin’. Add a second finger.”
The sight of her fingers sinking into her pussy over and over again was better than triple X porn. No…it was better than fucking like a rock star on an all-the-pussy-I-can-fuck-binge. His cock took his slow, measured strokes and interpreted them as fast-paced jacking off. The tingling at the base of his spine forewarned he’d blow any second. Before she got off if he botched getting control over his dick.
Next to her fingers, he dipped his thumb into her channel. He pumped a few times before removing his digit. He could feel her gaze on him, but he refused to look at her until he flattened his thumb against her clitoris and circled.
She jerked, her spine arching, her nipples coiled and saluting the ceiling, but she satisfied him by maintaining eye contact. Her fingers quickened their pace and after several swirls of his thumb, she came apart, moaning as her body shuddered with her orgasm. He brushed her lax fingers aside and pumped his into her, prolonging her climax. With the last squeeze of her channel around his digits, he painted her belly with his seed, his hips pumping into his hand with each jet.
Jase caught himself from falling on top of her with his hand braced on the bed beside her shoulder. Closing his eyes, he fought to catch his breath. That was better than most of the sex he’d ever engaged in.
He opened his eyes to see her fingering his semen on her belly. When she caught his gaze, she brought the digit to her mouth.
So. Fucking. Hot.
He came down over her, connecting their flesh in all the right places. Her pussy cradled his limp shaft, and her breasts cushioned his chest. One of his hands secured her by the back of her neck and the other buried beneath her to clasp her ass.
He kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth. The barest hint of his release flavored her tongue, but it was the taste of the woman that gave him a high.
From the
moment he’d spied her mixed among the average groupies, he’d known she was special. He’d taken everything from her that evening, including her future. He aimed to give her more than she could’ve hoped for, more than she ever imagined, more than she dreamed of achieving. He would fulfill all her dreams and if he was lucky enough…
Just give me the chance to prove I’m worthy of someone as fucking perfect as you.
Fallon woke at 3:33 in the morning. The high-count cotton shifted against her nude frame, reminding her of the illicit escapades she’d engaged in with Jase earlier. Simply kissing the man was like an orgasm to her senses. She was a far cry from being an expert on men, but from what she knew, Jase was different than most of them. He didn’t fit the typical mold she’d heard other girls talk about when it came to guys. She suspected most men wouldn’t have been satisfied to get off with so little contact, but Jase had seemed content afterward.
The baby monitor crackled. Faith’s greedy gulps were muted noise against the backdrop of Jase’s husky voice when it came over the speaker box. “Daddy’s precious angel was hungry. Don’t wait so long to let me know you’re hungry next time.”
The unmistakable smack of a kiss came next. She could picture him pressing his lips lightly to Faith’s cheek or forehead like a devoted father. Her heart melted.
His loveable reaction to Faith wasn’t anything she’d expected when she commenced legal action. How could she have anticipated his instantaneous love when the press exposed him as a rat bastard in need of a reality check?
Hot Wired Drummer Coldcocks Reporter!
Jase Collins sued again!
Collins’ Public Fight with Latest Girlfriend Caught on Video!
Those were just a few of the headlines she’d seen over the last year. None of the tabloids painted a good picture. Ever. They even bruised his relationship with Sam, highlighting their public arguments like a jealous ex-lover. The way the press went after him was crazy in comparison to the way they loved Keys and Derringer, even ate up Fang and Sam’s love affair. Jase was the black sheep of Hot Wired with his devil-may-care attitude, along with his propensity for speaking the truth and telling folks to fuck off when they didn’t like his position. She admired his attitude. No way could it be easy to maintain such an in-your-face demeanor while always in the press’s critical eye. Had she been privy to this information prior to her one-nighter with him, she probably would’ve lacked the nerve to attend the groupie line with her sorority sisters.
From the get-go his intensity had intimidated her. Despite the way he unsettled her, she’d been drawn to him, attracted in a physical way she’d not experienced before him. Even when he’d walked into the attorney’s office, she’d wanted to hide from his accusing stare, while wanting to go straight to him and kiss the hell out of him.
Afraid how he’d react to learning about Faith, she’d anticipated the worst. She’d expected him to blame her for Faith’s conception, and maybe challenge the financial support she’d sought. The man took culpability for nothing decent in the real world, but lauded his reckless behavior like a big ol’ fuck you to anyone who dared to judge him…at least that’s the way the pap portrayed him. And he was judged a lot by the media.
Instead of acting like the Jase she’d come to know through the tabloids, he’d accepted responsibility for Faith and her. She’d worried for no reason, which pushed home that she should’ve told him about Faith from the beginning. That brought on a whole new level of guilt.
Fallon closed her eyes and rested her forearm over them. He had her tied up in knots. Sam said she’d break Jase’s heart, but she expected the opposite outcome. As drawn to him as she was, there could only be that heartbroken outcome.
She’d eat Faith’s diaper if he could be a one-woman man. She hadn’t told him she expected monogamy from him, and she wasn’t even sure how she could broach the subject. Felt guilty for asking him to make such a drastic change in his life when she knew what type of man he was. She should make the request now before her heart got any deeper in. It’d spare her further pain down the road.
“Sorry I woke you. I tried to get to Faith before she woke you with her cries.” She jerked with an embarrassing squeak when Jase spoke as he slid into bed next to her. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you either,” he said with laughter tingeing his voice.
His getting up with Faith in the middle of the night wasn’t anticipated either. That he wanted to participate in predawn feedings amazed her.
Fallon’s heart would be much safer if he’d behave in a predictable manner. The press might be surprised to learn Jase was very much a family man. Sure they saw him with his sister, but he’d spent more time getting her out of trouble than painting a heartfelt family tableau.
Scooting next to her, he curled his arm around her belly and cuddled with her. His warmth settled into her skin and heated her blood. Fallon shifted her arm off her eyes and rested it above her head on the pillow. She turned her head to peer at him. The alarm clock gave off enough light she could make out his outline, but not his features.
The nerd girl hooks up with mega rock star hottie. What were the chances of that happening?
I can’t figure out why you want to be with someone like me, Jase. She held her breath, praying that hadn’t come out verbally instead of just being in her head like she’d intended.
“What the fuck type of thing is that to say?”
Yep, I said that out loud. And he sounded peeved. Not that she could blame him.
Frustrated by her slipup, Fallon exhaled. Thinking those thoughts was one thing. Voicing them made her sound needy and insecure. “It’s just—”
He shifted to turn on the lamp located on his bedside table. Without a care in the world to his nudity, he gawked at her. Strange that she found his ratted-bedhead sexy on him. She craved to work the tangles out with her fingers, but his angry tension dissuaded her impulse.
“Before you go and get all worked up as if I’ve offended you somehow, listen to me.”
His dark eyebrows elevated, but he held his tongue.
It took some effort, but Fallon finally managed to wiggle into a seated position with the sheet clutched at her breasts. She leaned against the headboard and met his gaze. “Nerds don’t hook up with rock stars.”
“We’re proof they do. And, darlin’, I never encountered a nerd that looked like you. If I had’ve I’d’ve been all over her…you.” He proffered that panty-dropping sexy-as-fuck grin only Jase knew how to pull off.
“Be serious.” Better yet rip this sheet off and fuck me with the same intensity as that grin. “My classmates made sure I knew how inferior they felt I was in high school. In college I was the resident go-to geek for help. I—”
“You need to stop living in the past. High school was fucked up for most of us, except for Keys, who is a trust-fund baby and a musical genius so he doesn’t count. Those high school bullies don’t get to win. You’re going to go back to school, become a doctor like you dreamed and—”
“Not gonna be a doctor.”
“—that’ll be the biggest ‘fuck you’ you can send those judgmental pricks. I’ve had folks I went to high school with get backstage passes and be like, ‘You remember me from high school?’”—his voice dropped as if he mimicked another, and he executed a little head shake to go along with his tone—“and I’m like, ‘You remember how you treated me in high school, asswipe? How I was so far beneath you, that to speak to me warranted ridicule by your pretentious friends?’ Yeah…they didn’t expect me to call them on it. Fuck. Them. They used to mock mine and Fang’s dreams, scorned our garage band, because dreams were for pussies apparently. We made it big, and now they want to live off of the ‘I went to school with Jase and Fang from Hot Wired’ bullshit, but they didn’t know us, didn’t give two-fucks about us until we became someone worthy of their recognition. Well, this is for y’all piece-of-shit-motherfuckers.” He threw up his arm and waved around his middle finger. “We’re big time, they’re jealous and wasting aw
ay in a small town in dead end minimum wage jobs, still pretending they’re above everyone else…at least I assume they are because fuckers like that never change.” He shrugged. “I don’t pity them. I say karma delivered them a dose of retribution. Your haters are no different than mine. Fuck ’em, Fallon. They don’t deserve the headspace you give them.”
And that right there was part of why she was falling for Jase Collins. Falling fast and hard. After that tirade, she could barely catch her breath, and she couldn’t explain why it affected her so much.
He’d defended her to the press, and now he defended her against her high school antagonists.
If his brand of truth offended you, then he was a challenge to tolerate, and it probably only bothered them because it hit too close to home. In this day of deception, she thought his honesty was refreshing.
“As for why I want to be with you, I thought that was obvious.” He threaded his fingers through the bramble of his dark hair. “It’s not because I want to fuck you, even though I do, or because you’re sexy, for the record you are smokin’ hot, but, darlin’, you defied your parents and gave birth to our daughter alone. It takes a strong woman to do that. A stubborn woman too. Sam’s stubbornness is a pain in my ass, but yours is sexy-as-fuck.”
“That’s because you want to control Sam.”
He tsked her before dragging her onto his lap and arranging her so she straddled his thighs in a very inappropriate manner. Made all the more inappropriate by his erection she could feel against her pussy, with only the sheet separating them. As if untroubled by their intimate connection, he leaned against the headboard, a victorious smile curling his lips. He smacked her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room, and blended with her surprised squeal.
“Don’t get cheeky, darlin’, it’s sexy and gives me wicked intentions you can’t yet handle.” By the gleam in his eyes, she could tell he teased…at least about the cheeky part. “I want to control you too, just in a different way.”
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