Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(123)
His hand slipped between my legs, rasping glorious friction back and forth. Back and forth. Pulling me into this glorious world where I didn’t have to think. I’ve lost control to what he does to my body. My head lolled with heaviness; it was hard to focus on anything other than where he touched me. How he touched me. My body was his to do with as he pleased. He continued to heighten my arousal over the lining of my stockings, over the additional layer of underwear beneath, both of which I was starting to loath.
“Adam…” I needed more, more of this exhilarating euphoria. He had me aching for it and yet I couldn’t do anything about it.
“Shh. I know,” he whispered on the edge of my mouth, rolling his fingertips with maddening precision. He had me panting, swirling in a whirlwind of sensations while the quickening started to form into a path of glorious relief. It was like being on a Merry-Go-Round, spinning and spinning and then screeching to a dizzying halt when his hand slipped away.
He gripped my waist and sat up. “Stand up.”
An order? A simple request? It didn’t matter. My body was on autopilot, answering him autonomously as I scurried back. He helped me to my feet, guiding my hips to hold me steady. Warm chocolate eyes gazed at me with sheer determination. His focus narrowed with what I could only describe as heated reverence while he slowly unzipped my skirt.
It was difficult to swallow; I was slightly lightheaded.
Adam hooked his fingers over the waistband of my black tights and tugged, dragging my underwear off with them. Feeling his soft kiss on my hip, his hands pressing down the backs of my thighs, made me unsteady on my feet.
As soon as he freed me from my undergarments, he pulled me back over his thighs and adjusted my knees to his liking. His thumb drifted, skating over my leg, making agonizing passes very close but not where I needed it the most.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, taking his good old time trailing his hands all over my body, painting imaginary lines and heavenly swirls. Even though my arms were bound he somehow made me feel like I was an extraordinary present, a gift he’d been waiting to open his entire life. Each patch of flesh he exposed was something to be felt, appreciated, and savored. His fingertips tickled, radiating the awakening.
“All mine,” he said while slipping my opened blouse over my shoulders. He ran his hand down my throat, over my sternum, and down to my pubic bone, blazing a path of inner destruction. His fingers skated over the top of my left breast, down and around, slipping the cup of my bra out of his way.
“Nice,” he whispered, drawing circles around my nipple. Watching him enjoy himself as he uncovered my other breast was an exhilarating experience, knowing I had the power to make him this way. He was mesmerized, enthralled, and yet completely focused.
He wet the tip of his thumb, preparing, luring me with want, making me clench in anticipation.
He shifted my thighs apart and went in for the kill, rolling the pad of his rigid thumb up and down and around in agonizing circles over and over again while he filled his mouth with my breast. My body was tensed and yet languid and electrified; I lost the ability to control my lungs when he pushed his finger up inside me.
Adam unbuckled his leather belt and lowered his zipper, shoving clothing down and out of his way. His thumb stilled while our breath mingled together. “Shit, I don’t have a condom down here.” He nipped at my jaw. “Fuck.”
Insane need drew our mouths back together, as if we’d suffocate without each other. Thoughts of having to stop, to separate and disconnect, had me groaning at the interruption. His eyes questioned me. Do we/don’t we? I couldn’t bear with the idea of losing our intensity.
“It’s okay,” I breathed. I sucked on his lip, my body primed for a leap of faith.
His tongue reached for mine. “You said… IUD?”
“I do. Please.” I didn’t know what I was even asking for. “Just don’t, inside me.”
“Okay, I won’t. I promise.” His hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me fast to his mouth, while his teeth scraped where his lips just sucked. His kiss alone had the power to make me forget all of my worries, falling further for him with each kiss. His tongue wrapped around mine, absorbing my gasp when he penetrated me with his finger. He rubbed inside me, in and out, in and out, barraging my body with sharp sensations and sweet melodies. He was unrelenting, building the quickening inside me.
I groaned when his hand slipped away.
Adam stared right into my eyes. “You sure?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
His breathing was rough, his eyes speculative, as though he was expecting me to change my mind. I really wasn’t sure but I was in a near state of frenzy, my need eradicating all rational thought. He was right. Shibari was completely liberating.
The only thing I cared about was getting him inside me, binding us together once again.
He narrowed his focus and gripped himself, rubbing the plump head of his cock around in my body’s natural wetness. His strained determination softened when he was fully seated inside me.
“Erin,” he whispered. It was more than my name; it was an utterance of a promise, the shared feeling of comfort and serenity that only coming home can invoke.
Home.
He guided our bodies as we gave in to the need and connected us in ways that no other dance could ever do.
There was no walking away anymore—not without leaving a huge section of my heart behind.