Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(21)

He broke his normal protocol of one kiss on the mouth per f*ck and moved back up her neck. He touched her lips again and needed more. Blaine didn’t do the f*cking stupid make out shit. There were better parts of a woman to kiss. But he couldn’t stop kissing Jessa. The feel of her little tongue flickering back at his. She had some guts, that was for sure. She was going to give it up but it wouldn’t be easy.

And, yeah, they were going to regret everything tomorrow. But that was okay because they still had tonight. Nobody promised tomorrow, so why f*cking worry about it?

Jessa flicked her tongue to the corner of Blaine’s mouth where she had hit him.

“Fuck, sorry,” she whispered.

Her breath was magic and whiskey combined. Her lips were already red and pouty from kissing Blaine so hard. He knew she had been untouched for a long time. Like a delicate flower. And Blaine was going to find her nectar, steal it all, and bring her back to life.

“Who cares?” Blaine said. “I deserved it.”

“Yeah, you did. I still f*cking hate you.”

“I know. I hate me too, sweetheart.”

Blaine kissed her mouth again and his hands went right to work. He unbuttoned her jeans and wasted no time in sliding her jeans and panties down. His hands slid along those curvy hips of hers. Jessa groaned and jumped when his fingers cut to the inside of her thighs. He felt the heat pouring from her.

That’s when he broke the kiss and dropped down. His nose rubbed against her clothes, inhaling the smell of her hoodie. He then felt the warmth and smoothness of her lower belly. That gave way to more smooth skin. His nose picked up the scent of her body. That beautiful desire he craved so much.

His hands moved back around and gripped her waist tight.

He kissed her soft mound. His tongue came forward, slipping between her legs, curling, bringing her body to life. Jessa groaned and thrust at him. She opened her legs for him. Blaine watched as her sweet petals deflowered themselves right before his eyes. The beautiful wetness clinging to her folds.

Blaine growled under his breath and then went in for the kill.

Soft and sweet was not a card he knew how to play.

His mouth suckled hard to Jessa’s sex, demanding all her sweet honey into his mouth. She moved to her toes, grabbed his head, and let out a scream. His tongue came forward and pressed against her tight *. Swirling with tiny circles, he opened her, thrusting his tongue into her body, feeling her clenching against him. She was soft, welcoming, and so damn tight.

Blaine pulled away for a second, just to let out a breath. There was a split second of hesitation, something that never happened with him. Not even in the wildest and sickest situations ever would he hesitate. Blaine always went balls in… literally.

His mouth touched Jessa’s * again, his lips savoring hers. His tongue curled again, his tongue tugging at her clit. Her little nub was hard. He sucked there for a few seconds and Jessa lost her balance. Her knees bent with a fresh gush of wetness. Her hands slapped against the wall and she yelled again.

Christ, she’s already starting to come.

Blaine slid his hands around to her ass and lifted. Her legs flipped over his shoulders and he stood up. Jessa went into the air with an even louder scream. Both hands grabbed at his hair. It was certain she had never been handled like this before. But Blaine was doing her a favor. He was getting her off her feet so she could enjoy it more.

He walked her to the table and put her down on it. It was the greatest meal he’d ever have at his dining room table. His mouth didn’t leave her body during the move. His hands slid up her body, his right hand cutting up her shirt. His left hand turned, his thumb pulling at her soft mound, exposing her even more. He suckled hard against her clit and pulled back. Jessa tried to go with him but Blaine held her down. He felt her rolling against his tongue as she let out a painful cry.

“Fuck!” she yelled.

His mouth popped free. He looked up at her. He licked his lips. Her eyes were wide, still full of fear, but the lust was taking over. She was breaking open in so many ways.

Their eyes locked and Blaine couldn’t break the stare. He brought his thumb down to her clit and pressed. He twisted his thumb and watched her body react. Her hips wiggled and she bit her lip.

“Yeah,” Blaine said. “You f*cking love it. You’ve always wanted this.”

His thumb slid down and touched her tender hole. He pressed against her, feeling her welcome his touch. As he moved his thumb he heard the sound of it. The wetness was everywhere. It was driving him f*cking insane to stare at her like this.

Jessa started to breathe heavier. Her hips pumped back and forth, shaking the table.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Go… hurry…”

Blaine brought his hand between her legs. He thrust two fingers into her *. He dug deep, feeling her squeezing against him. He turned his fingers and curled, knowing right where to find all the right spots. The second he did so, Jessa’s head fell back and she moaned.

Grinning, Blaine stayed right there. Curling his fingers over and over like he was calling someone over to him. The only true thing he was calling was for Jessa’s climax.

Which he got a few seconds later.

Jessa bent her legs and brought them to the table. She dug her heels and lifted her ass off the table. Blaine was so close to touching Jessa’s breast but he couldn’t resist cupping her ass while she came. That wild feeling of a woman clenching, releasing, clenching… ah, the f*cking greatest drug ever… sex…