This was what she’d dreamed about, what she’d waited so long for. Up and down he licked, growling as he did, his fingers digging into her ass. She didn’t think the feeling could get any better until he scooted up and the cavern of his mouth surrounded her clit. She writhed on the bed when he started to suck, caught in a maelstrom of desire and want. His tongue flicked the supersensitive nub, moving hard and fast.
Stars flashed before her eyes, a fireball erupting from the inside out. Loud shrills echoed in her ears, droning on and on. It wasn’t until the sound softened that she realized she was crying out, her own voice sounding far away. Something stirred inside her, cautiously emerging. It reached out to the man giving her pleasure, wanting to make him a part of her. She started to question what she felt when Jackson snarled, the sound sexy although it should have been frightening.
“Again.” Jackson lapped at her wet folds, whipping his tongue up and down. “Come for me again.”
She gasped when she felt his finger rubbing against the entrance of her pussy, gathering moisture before pressing inside. If she’d thought his tongue felt amazing, the pressure of his thick finger parting her was incredible. The spark of something coming to life grew. A new, uninhibited portion of her wanted more.
A scent filled her nose—wild and delicious.
She drew a deep breath and realized it was coming from Jackson. He’d already smelled wonderful but now…it was so, so good. Her mouth watered, taste buds coming to life, eager for a sample of his cock. She wanted to feel the weight of his erection in her mouth, was desperate to savor him in reality and not in a dream.
As though he was aware of her desires, he pulled away and looked at her. His irises were no longer human, glowing in the dark, muscles rock hard and tense. He could tear her apart if he changed, was capable of ripping her throat in two with his teeth. She should have been scared to death, not ready to flip him over so she could reciprocate the oral stimulation.
“Don’t even think about it, mate,” he murmured, studying her while his finger glided into her sex, the pads rubbing against the clasping walls as though searching for something. “You’ll take what I want to give you. I know what you need. Don’t test the wolf. Not yet.”
Test the wolf? It wasn’t in her nature to flirt with danger. Yes, she’d come to his tattoo shop. But she hadn’t known it would lead to this.
Had she?
Yes, a voice stirred to life inside of her, startling in its intensity. You did.
“Easy, Chloe girl.”
He stroked her thigh with his free hand and she arched her back, wanting to feel his hand traveling over her skin, fueling the fire blasting through her veins. The finger lodged inside her rubbed against a spot that caused her to whimper. Jackson growled louder, thrusting his finger into her moist heat, hitting that tender area over and over again. Then he brought his mouth to her sex, teasing her with licks and nips, the tip of his tongue traveling along her lips.
Vibrations started in her belly, raging through her torso and limbs, making it impossible to remain still. The hand at her thigh moved. Jackson splayed his fingers over her stomach, keeping her in place as he laved her pussy. The sharp edge of his teeth scraped the vulnerable tissue, creating an oddly pleasurable pain. When he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked her body became pure light, shattering into a million tiny pieces. She thrashed on the bed, releasing the covers and burying her fingers in his hair. The flicks of his tongue eased but he didn’t relent, extending her orgasm, taking her higher.
It shouldn’t have been possible but the mind-blowing feeling repeated itself. Another climax took the place of the first, the sensations stronger this time. She screwed her eyes shut, crying out, grasping his hair and holding on to him like an anchor. Wave upon wave of bliss caressed her, hot and electric, rushing through her like exploding sparks of fire.
The dizzying storm slowly faded, leaving her panting and spent. Jackson pressed one final kiss to her pussy. He left a trail of kisses along the delicate bones of her pelvis, skimming his lips over her stomach, his tongue darting out to tease her navel. She sighed, pulling him closer, basking in the feel of his warm skin and the careful way he pulled his finger from her still-clenching depths.
“Did that take the edge off?” He nuzzled her breast, the bristle on his chin skimming over her pointed nipple.
Did it ever. “Mmm hmm.”
His mouth hovered over her areola, his breath hot against the pebbled disk. “Then you’re right where I want you.”
He thrust his hips, burying his crotch into the vee of her thighs as he sucked her nipple. She nearly came apart when she felt the hard ridge of his cock through the denim. She’d touched the thick, elongated length in her dreams. She’d even put the broad, mushroomed head into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. But in person he felt bigger, hotter and more dangerous.
Satiation ebbed, taken over by another flare of heat. The ache inside her returned, an emptiness that craved more. She frowned, freezing beneath the large man above her, trying not to focus on the delicious motions of his tongue and the fiery wetness of his mouth. She’d just come three times, taken to a heavenly place that sent her soaring.
Wanting more—needing more—didn’t make sense.
Jackson released her breast, lifted his head and met her gaze. Her confusion vanished, a foreign instinct slamming into place. His nostrils flared, bright amber-hued eyes intense. His fingers caressed her side, winding along her breast. He cupped her face in his palm.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to look away.
“Tell me. I need to hear it.”
She was playing with fire but she knew what she wanted and craved. If he left her now, she’d go mad. The intensity of her need clawed at her, a primal nature she didn’t know existed tearing its way to the surface.
“I want you.”
He lifted away so quickly she didn’t have the chance to cling to his muscular form. She came onto her knees, prepared to pounce on him, when he bent at the waist and removed his boots and peeled off his socks. His jeans clung to his body, his hard cock clearly visible. Her heart stuttered for a moment then started to race. The damp heat between her legs increased. Popping the button fly, he moved toward the bed. A thin trail of dark hair ran from his navel down.
“Get me ready, baby. I want to feel that sweet mouth of yours.”
Licking her lips, she inched closer, watching as he tugged at the jeans and his cock sprang free. She hesitated, stunned at how much larger he was in reality, long and swollen, veins bulging beneath the skin. The head was darker in color and broader than the base. The sexual portion of her arose again, suffocating her fear, urging her forward.
Her fingers barely met when she wrapped them around the silken flesh at the root, a steady pulse beating against her palm. She started slow, darting her tongue along the crown, collecting the shimmering bead that appeared at the thin slit in the head. His taste burst on her tongue—salty, masculine and all Jackson. She opened her lips and took him into her mouth, sucking at the tip, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cock.
He hissed and wrapped his fingers in her hair. “That’s it. Fuck.” She nearly panicked when he hit the back of her throat and she started to gag. He held her in place, his voice a low growl. “Swallow.”
Tears burned her eyes but she managed to do as he said. He groaned and pulled away, returning for more of the same. “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose. Show me how much you want me. Take me, Chloe. Take me deep.”
She bobbed her head, taking him as far as she could. She forced herself to constrict her throat, swallowing although it took effort each time he thrust into her mouth. He settled into a rhythm, slow and steady, rocking his hips.