by Joya Ryan
“Keep your eyes on me,” he said, when I caught the fabric around my breasts.
I did. The dress fell to the floor and pooled at my feet.
His chest rose on a heavy breath, and his gaze ate me up. He looked from my feet to my chin, lingering on the triangle of white lace between my thighs and my matching bra. Thank goodness I’d went with the demi-cup. It shelved my breasts in a flattering way. Hopefully, I could keep it on.
While most may think a D cup was “awesome,” it wasn’t. My shoulders and waist were narrow, so keeping up with the weight of my chest was difficult, and standing without a bra, I worried the appeal would be lost.
I considered grabbing my dress and yanking it back up, but when I noticed Jack’s eyes not only staying on me, but the bulge in his shorts growing, I pushed back the insecurity and tried to keep the hard proof in view that he liked what he was seeing. At least I thought so, since the hard proof was getting harder.
He unfolded his arms. “The rest. Off. Now.”
Glancing down the front of me, I unclasped my bra. It was now or never. I shucked it quickly, then tore down my panties, stepped away from the heap of my clothes, and closed my eyes.
There. Done.
I was naked. Standing in plain view.
He cupped my neck and my eyes fluttered open to find him staring down at me. He was so much bigger than me in every way, and I felt engulfed by his presence.
“You know what I love the most about your body?”
I bit my lip and shook my head. Words were not coming out, due to my nerves taking all my brain power to keep under control.
“This…” He ran his big hands from my neck, down to my breasts, cupping them slightly only to encase my ribs. I thought he was going to lift me up, but his palms kept sliding down my sides. From my ribs, to my stomach, to my hips and finally, my outer thighs. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful curve of a woman in my life.”
His voice was hoarse and it instilled a kind of confidence that was drugging.
He saw me. And made me feel, not only beautiful, but unique.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I’ve never seen a man like you.”
“And?”
I frowned. “And?”
The smallest grin threatened his lips. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was like a steady drum, but picked up pace as he slowly slid my palm down his stomach until the tip of his cock brushed my fingers.
Feeling daring, I went a little lower, gently cupping the impressive length. Encased in his briefs, he was throbbing and straining and…big.
“Just looking at you, this happens.” He looked at where I was currently touching. “This is what you do to me. And I want to know what I do to you.” He glanced down the front of me. “Hot or cold?”
“Hot,” I whispered.
“Show me.”
I took his hand and brought it to my center. I shivered when his first finger slid along my folds, which were already damp. This was another moment where he may wield control, but he let me choose. Let me go at my own pace. He could have reached out and touched me, instead, he asked me to show him. On my terms.
“Very hot,” I whispered. The anticipation was killing me. But he kept me in the moment. Demanding, but slow.
“Good. Now go lay on the bed, on your back.”
I nodded, and leaving his heat was like stepping into an icebox. But the bed was only a few feet away. I climbed up and laid as instructed. The downy sheets were cold and crisp against my skin. I looked up and—
“Mirrors,” I gasped. The entire ceiling was made of reflective glass.
“Yes,” he said, standing at the end of the bed and looking at me. “Now, you have two options.”
He peeled off his boxer-briefs and, good Lord, I had been right in thinking he was big.
Attempting to keep my alarm at bay, I folded my lips together, and tried not to shake from anticipation, nervousness, both?
“You can either keep your eyes on me, or look up and watch. But never close them. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said.
He climbed on the bed, the way a lion may when stalking his prey. On his hands and knees, he kept his dark eyes on mine, and said, “Open your legs, but keep them straight.”
When I hesitated, he bit my ankle, spurring me to obey. I did. A satisfied groan came from low in his throat as he continued to stalk up my body, trailing his lips up my calves.
“Oh…” I whispered. My body catching fire just from the slow, tortuous movement. And there was no escape.
Putting his arms under my thighs, he grabbed the sheets in his fists and yanked himself up my body, instantly hooking my knees over his shoulders and his mouth at my center.
“I’ve been craving you all day,” he said against my heated flesh. He didn’t delve into me like last time.
No, this was different.
His lips skimmed and teased my clit, like he would if he were kissing my mouth. Tasting, playing.
My back arched, and when my gaze hit the ceiling, I saw us. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever witnessed.
Jack’s dark head was between my thighs, my legs spread with invitation and draping around him like ivory curtains. I watched his strong shoulders bunch and flex as he moved, while also trying to focus on him eating at me like caramel from an apple. When he gently bit my clit, a hot flash of pleasure spread through my veins.
In the mirrors, I saw my breasts bounce subtly from the rocking motion of him thrusting his tongue in and out of my core. My nipples hardened to painful points, but they just kept swaying as he devoured me.
“You like what you see, don’t you, baby?” he asked, laving at my clit again.
“Yes. Yes, so much.”
“I can tell, you’re drenching my tongue. I knew you’d be like this.” He flicked his tongue rapidly against the little bundle of nerves, taking me to the edge of climax, only to stop before I spiraled out of control.
He continued his assent up my body. Licking my hip bone, then biting as he made his way to my chest.
I looked down at him, then at the ceiling, then down again. I wanted to see all of it. All of him. From every angle. His torso was now between my legs, his head at my breasts, and his rock hard ass in the mirror verses his perfect face were hard to choose between.
My issue of trying to decide where to look must have been obvious, because he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll give you time to view both.”
He closed his lips around my nipple in a deep suck that was so hard it bordered on pain. But I liked it. It felt so good. As if I needed to walk the naughty edge of too much and not enough.
“You’re sensitive here,” he said, biting the rosy peak, while swirling his finger around my breast.
“I suppose I am.”
“Mmmm,” he groaned, when he took the other in his mouth and suckled just as hard.
Each draw took more of my flesh into his mouth, causing more tingles to spread over my body. My hands flew to his head, my fingers threading in his hair.
“Yes.” I never knew how good this could feel.
Was this normal for women? To be so turned on by merely their breasts being licked? To be on the edge of internal combustion just from feeling skin against skin? Maybe it was Jack and his skill. Maybe I was sensitive. Whatever the reason, the fact remained that my body was not only turning on, but accelerating in a way I didn’t know how to handle.
So much heat shot from my nipples to my core and back. I stared at the ceiling—at us. At Jack’s beautiful skin covering mine. He told me once to do what felt natural. So I did. I rocked into him.
Praying his mouth stayed where it was, I ground my wet, aching clit against his torso. Over and over, rubbing myself along his hard stomach, while his mouth latched on to my breasts and sucked deeper.
Sparks ignited and increased this want—no—this need to feel him more. To give in to the fire that was taking over every cell of my being.
“You feel good,�
�� he said. “Getting a little eager. You want more, baby?”
“Yes.”
He reached one hand between us, and I thought he was going to make me stop moving, but he didn’t. Instead, he speared me with two fingers, and I gasped, my hands gripping his hair tighter.
“Jesus, you’re tight.”
I stopped moving, stilling my hips as uncertainty engulfed me. Was that bad? Good? I didn’t know what to do or how to respond.
His head snapped up and met my eyes. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“N-no.”
“Then, why did you?” He twisted the fingers inside of me, then flicked a sensitive spot I didn’t know existed, making me instantly arch and moan. “I thought you wanted more.” He flicked again, and I begged for just that.
“I do. I’m sorry. I won’t stop again.”
“Good.” Keeping his fingers deep, he returned to suck my nipples. He didn’t move his hand though. He was waiting for me to move against him.
This was another moment of amazement. He kept a solid rein with control and guided the situation. He told me the position to lay in, but he was patient in letting me explore, not only him and his touch, but myself. He understood me and my needs. On a deeper level than I could explain. Amongst other wild emotions flaring through me, I was also grateful to have such an intuitive partner.
On a shaky breath, I watched our reflection and started moving. Slowly at first, grinding against his fingers and moving my hips up and down, then I tired swirling a little. Each movement hit a different spot inside.
Despite his blunt words and consuming touch, he was allowing me to figure out what I liked. How I moved. What I wanted. All while being the one to control my pleasure.
The feeling, the touch, the heat…it was consuming.
“More,” I whispered, my chest feeling heavy for a different reason altogether. I wanted to wrap myself around this man in every way. Feel all he was. Finally let go of everything, the past, my thoughts, and just focus on him.
“I decide when you get more,” he rasped, and took his fingers from me. Bringing them back to my breast, he spread the moisture from my arousal around my nipple, then sucked again. “I’m not done tasting this sweet skin or this sweet cream.”
“Please,” I said, louder than I meant.
Something was happening to me. The fire was taking over. Demanding more. My body couldn’t handle it. After feeling his hand against me—inside me—only to have it taken away, was torture. It sparked a want for much, much more.
Whatever woman I’d been up until that moment, the woman that laid dormant in fear, was rousing with wild passion. Needing it. Ready to fight to get it. It was a switch I didn’t fully understand, but it had been flipped. Just like the first night I met Jack.
But he ignored me and continued to lick at my breasts. He had to be torturing me on purpose. The more I begged, the more he’d stay to his path.
But I needed him.
All of him.
I wanted the unleashed slave to pleasure, Jack the man, not Jack the machine. He’d turned my body into a livewire hopping and jumping with sparks like it was snapping with electricity on wet asphalt.
More.
It was all my brain suddenly understood.
Think. I had to think.
I reached over and felt around on the nightstand for the box of condoms, and quickly grabbed one. Ripping it open, I reached down between us in record time and tried to put it on him. But my lack of experience and his quick hands stopped me.
“I said,” he bit my nipple and I hissed, “I wasn’t done yet.” I had gotten the tip of the condom on, but Jacked rolled it all the way down. Not that he was anywhere close to giving me what I wanted. At least now I could try to coax him. I was on the brink of finally smothering all of the past memories—the nightmares—and replacing them with this moment. I needed that replacement. So much that I would do anything to have it.
“More,” I said more harshly, and raked my nails down his back. He groaned and unleashed my breast. I took the opportunity to wiggle down until I felt the tip of his erection at my opening.
He gripped my wrists and brought them over my head, his face laced with anger as he glared down at me, his nose almost touching mine. It was a battle of wills now.
“You’re brave, I’ll give you that, but you just made a big mistake, baby.” His teeth were clenched, his big body over mine and arms spread to hold my wrists locked above my head. All I could see were his dark eyes and bulging biceps in my peripheral vision.
“You know why I like control?” he said with venom in his voice. “Because, without it, little girls like you would get scared off.”
“I’m not scared of you,” I breathed. “I just want you. I want this moment.”
My answer seemed to both upset and fuel him. Because he moved to keep both wrists locked in one hand overhead, while he grabbed my chin in the other.
“You may regret that.”
He thrust hard inside of me and I yelled out.
It burned a little, the fit was tight, but the sudden feeling of fullness, of his heat warming me from the inside out, took over any discomfort.
With one hand still locked around my wrists, the other reached beneath me and hugged the small of my back, pulling himself deeper into me, while keeping me still.
“Oh, God!” The spot he’d touched inside was now being hammered over and over as he pumped in and out with such raw power that flames licked over my skin with an instant orgasm rising.
“Don’t you fucking dare come yet,” he growled. “You wanted this?” He thrust harder, my breasts bouncing between us. “You wanted to challenge me?” He bent his head to snare my nipple with a quick suck, then bite, which only made me beg for more. “Then you’ll earn it.”
I watched the ceiling, watched him move over me, in me. He was all strength and fierceness. And I was caught beneath…surrounding him. I locked my legs behind his back, the contrast of my light skin against his tan was beautiful. His body moved like a dream, as if built to move just like this…built to take over another. Take over me.
I was his captive. And I liked it.
His hips and back continued to move, pounding in and out of me with purpose. With intent. I stared at the mirrors. Red welts marred his shoulders, and I realized they were track marks from my nails. The sight dialed my already raging need another degree hotter.
The roughness, the way he clung to me, made me feel, not like a victim, but like a woman who could bring a man, this man, to his desires, was empowering. He was strong, so I had to meet him halfway. And it was a good feeling.
He looked at my face, then looked up over his shoulder to view what I was viewing.
“You like me dominating you, don’t you?”
“I don’t know. I think so.”
With a growl, he bit my inner arm, my neck, then my breasts. I moaned each time. He grinned and impaled himself to the hilt, stirring his hips to put constant friction on that spot inside, while his pelvis pressed against my clit.
“A part of you likes it rough. Likes the challenge.” He kissed my lips quickly.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I can’t wait. I’m going to…”
“To what?” He pulled all the way out, only to thrust hard back inside. “You’re going to what? Say it.”
“I’m going to…come,” I whispered the last word.
“And who is going to make this tight pussy come?”
“You, you are, Jack. Please.”
He surged deep, and did that stirring thing again, only slower this time. “Beg me. Tell me you’re sorry for trying to take control, and beg me to let you come.”
Slow.
So…Slow…
He kept me so close to the edge of falling into a wild orgasm it was almost painful.
“I’m sorry for trying to take control. Please.” The last word was a sob, I was so desperate. “Please, please, allow me to come.”
There was that word again: allow.
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p; It trigged something in both of us, because his body tensed and so did mine. He moved faster. Grinding down on my core and hitting every nerve perfectly, so that I spiraled over the edge as the most intense, earthshattering release overtook me.
“Fuck, Lana, I feel you. Keep going. You wanted more, didn’t you?” His breaths were coming faster, harder. “So do I. Keep coming. I want to feel you grip me.”
He pounded harder, but stayed deep, never retreated too far from my body. I cried out to the ceiling, and it was everything I could do to keep my eyes open, because I wanted to slide them shut and scream with ecstasy.
Instead, I looked at him. Lost myself in those deep dark eyes and pushed my body though another orgasm.
I whimpered. The intensity was too much for my sensitive flesh to bear, and it just kept going.
“Good,” he rasped and kissed me.
His cock shot harder and his whole body shivered, then tensed. I knew he had a condom on, but I felt the jolt of his release rock my entire body, just as it did his, carrying out wave after wave of pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me, the grip on my wrists loosening. His head lay on my breasts, as both our chests rose and fell on heavy breaths. I looked at the ceiling once more—at the picture that was Jack and I. Two tangled bodies lying on a cloud of sheets. I did the only thing that felt natural: I stroked his hair and wondered if I’d ever be the same again.
Chapter Ten
As I made my way to my cubicle, I kept my head down, mostly because I was certain there was a blaring sign flashing across it that said: I had sex last night.
And technically, I had sex with the boss. Hot, wild crazy sex that I didn’t even know I could handle, much less enjoy.
But I did.
I was a little sore, and understood why, but whenever I replayed last night, not a single part of it was negative. Maybe I could beat back the past with new experiences. Some kind of desperation came out in me last night. Maybe because I believed Jack when he said he wouldn’t hurt me.
A part of me was uncertain, new to this experience, and was eager to talk about it with my best friend. But, once again, Harper’s schedule conflicted with mine, and when I snuck in late last night, she was already in bed. I needed to talk to her badly. Because, while I didn’t want anyone to know I was dating Jack, I didn’t know how to process everything that had happened over the past couple of days, much less the past couple of weeks.
