Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(22)

Blaine cupped her ass with one hand as she came. He put his mouth back to her clit and stayed there as she rocked up and down. He felt her oozing to his touch and knew this was long from being over.

When Blaine stopped, he grabbed Jessa at her hips. He kissed up to the bottom of her shirt and hoodie. That’s when he stood completely up.

“Holy f*ck,” Jessa groaned as she reached for his shirt.

Blaine grabbed her wrist and twisted it away.

“You don’t get to say that yet, sweetheart,” Blaine growled. “I’m just getting started with you.”





ten.



Jessa was losing her f*cking mind.

Every second with Blaine she told herself to get the hell away from him. But she didn’t stop him. Yeah, she grabbed his hair… but she pulled it. She stared into his eyes as he made her come.

It was betrayal, wasn’t it? The worst kind of betrayal. Losing herself to some wicked fantasy temptation. But it felt so good. It felt too good to be real. But Blaine knew everything. Without asking a question, he knew goddamn everything. He knew how unsatisfied Jessa had been. He knew how to kiss, lick, suck, and move in ways that seemed impossible. When she climaxed the first time, it was a tingling rush that her body had been craving for so long. The second time, after Blaine threw her on top and went back to work, that was like a weight lifting off of her heart.

And now she was sitting up, following the command of Blaine’s hands as he took off her hoodie and shirt at the same time. She then put her hands to the table and leaned back a little. To her, Blaine was like a sexy monster. He towered over her, his leather cut ragged and worn, a symbol of his outlaw status and the wild life he now lived.

He leaned forward and went right for her chest. His tongue was everywhere, kissing, sucking, working down to the top of her bra. His hands went to her back and unclipped her bra with ease. As he pulled back, Jessa sat up and let the last piece of her clothing fall off her body. Even in her wildest dreams she never thought she’d be naked in front of Blaine.

She blamed the whiskey but that wasn’t true.

Blaine swiped the bra off the table and then touched just under her breasts. It was a subtle move but torture. She wanted to be touched. She couldn’t remember ever having such a wild urge to be touched. All this coming after Blaine blamed her for the murder of his fiancee… and she threw a bottle and a chair at him. Then punched him.

It made Jessa’s heart race even faster as she thought about it.

All that lingering emotion between them boiling over.

Blaine’s mouth moved right over her left breast, taking it all into his mouth. She grabbed at his hair again. He sucked hard, bringing a slight pain to Jessa. But it gave way to feeling really f*cking good. His tongue swirling so hard and fast around her nipple. Then him pulling off her, his teeth grazing her nipple, making her whimper as she anticipated more pain. But it never came. He knew exactly how to do everything.

“Ah, f*ck,” Blaine said. “I’ve waited… so f*cking long…”

His mouth went to her other breast. Jessa put her head back and chased all the bad thoughts away. Her body needed this. It didn’t matter what the past meant. Right now, they were both single. Willing. Able. Whatever.

Jessa put her hands to Blaine’s shoulders and pushed. He broke away from her but his hands didn’t. His left hand moved up and his right hand down. He slid over her breast as his fingers slid between her legs.

It felt like everything was moving so slow, but it was anything but. They both knew whoever blinked first would come to some sense of reality and stop all this.

Jessa wasn’t in the mood to blink.

She slithered forward, feeling Blaine’s fingers touching her sex. She rocked her hips a little, wanting him inside her. Before she knew it, her hand was between his legs, cupping his jeans. Squeezing, easily finding his dick. If he was hard, he was thick as hell. If he wasn’t hard yet, she was really screwed when he got hard.

Just like magic… she felt him thickening. Pressing against his jeans. Another beast that wanted out.

“Oh, f*ck,” she whispered.

“Remember,” Blaine said. “You touched it. Now you’re going to get it.”

Blaine pulled at Jessa and he put his face to her chest. He lifted her and spun her, walking her from the kitchen. He had the house memorized and walked without taking his mouth from her body. She felt his tongue switching from breast to breast, leaving her on the edge of coming and screaming at the same time.

Once in a bedroom, Blaine threw her to the bed. Literally. She felt her body hit the bed and bounce. A second later she propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Blaine took off his leather cut and ripped his shirt off. Jessa grabbed at his jeans, and pulled him closer to her. He gripped her shoulders tight and stared down at her, nodding.

Jessa fumbled with his belt buckle, again blaming the whiskey. She was drunk. That’s all. Nothing wrong with getting drunk and have a quick f*ck. Who cares?

She tore at Blaine’s jeans, sliding them down. When his cock popped free, she gasped and inched back, afraid it was going to hit her. She couldn’t imagine what she saw standing tall and thick before her. The heaviest, most defined cock she’d ever seen in her life. Inch by inch, throbbing veins, a fat and beautiful cut tip, all of which Blaine planned on planting inside her body.

“Fuck,” she whispered.