Hungry For More(10)

Now I’m too wet to sleep and I think maybe I should try and rub one out to calm down. It won’t take me two seconds, but it would probably make me feel better. I slide my hand down the front of my panties and close my eyes. The room is pitch black, but I do it anyway. When my fingers touch my pussy, I groan, not in pleasure but in disappointment. It doesn’t feel as good as when Jensen did it to me earlier. Will it ever feel as good as that?

I work my fingers over my clit thinking only of Jensen. The way he walks with so much confidence, the way his strong arms hold me, his scent as I lie on him and watch my favorite movie.

I’m so slippery it’s nearly impossible to find purchase against my clit and I’m becoming more frustrated than calm. I’m about to give up when his deep voice is right next to me.

“Let me, bombshell,” he says right as I feel him pull the blanket off me and the mattress dips.

“How long have you been in here?” I hiss.

“Long enough to realize I can’t see in the dark.” The bedside lamp clicks on, and for a second, I’m blinded by the light.

I blink a few times and then he comes into view. He’s shirtless now, and I can see the dark hair across his hard, tight chest. I ache to rub my hands across it and pet him. He smells like mint toothpaste and aftershave, and I want to bury myself in his big body. This attraction to him is on a level of desire I can only imagine an animal feels to its one true mate. It’s consuming and unexplainable, but I don’t want it to stop.

“Take this off,” he says as he slips into the sheets beside me and tugs up my sweatshirt.

I don’t fight him as he takes it off me and throws it on the floor. His hand smooths down my curves to my panties before he’s pushing them off my hips.

“All of it,” he demands, and his bossy tone makes my nipples tighten. “You know what I’m here for.”

Why does every dirty word that comes out of his mouth make my clit throb? He’s got power over me that should be illegal.

I glance down as he peels the soaked rag off me. It’s then I see he’s completely naked and his cock is jutting straight out from his body and pointing right at me.

“Oh shit,” I whisper, and he looks up at me with his cocky grin.

“Don’t tell me it’s your first cock,” he says and then laughs. “With a body like yours I assumed you’ve been on your back a time or two.”

His comment pisses me off and I push at his chest. Does he assume I’m just going to spread my legs and be thankful he’s giving it to me? “You think you can come in here and insult me and then fuck me? Who the hell do you think you are?” I push again, but he doesn’t move. Instead his eyebrows furrow and he gives me a hard stare. “If you want someone more experienced, I’m sure I can get you the waitress’s phone number.”

“Stop it,” he says as he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. He’s breathing heavy now as he comes closer. I didn’t even realize I was hitting at him until he stopped me. “Calm down, Sage.”

I’m breathing heavily and shame burns through me. I wouldn’t be so inexperienced if my family hadn’t kept me locked away for long. Now I’ve got a chance to have sex for the first time and I’ve ruined it. Damn Jensen and damn everyone in my life that keeps holding me back.

“You don’t know anything,” I say and then feel the tears sting my eyes.

“Shh,” he murmurs as he leans down and kisses my lips softly.

His strength and the weight of him do something to my insides. It’s like one of those weighted blankets. My body feels at peace as he keeps kissing me so sweetly. Can this possibly be the same man from the restaurant, or the one who walked in and demanded I open my robe for him? The feel of his full lips against mine is completely different than anything he’s done before.

“You’re worked up, bombshell. Let me take care of it.” When I feel the slick heat of his tongue against mine, I open my mouth and let him have me like no other man has. He kisses me like I’m his and in this moment I am.

My eyes stay closed as he kisses my neck and then between my breasts. I feel him everywhere as sensations fire from every inch of my body. His wet lips cover one nipple and I cry out when he sucks the tight peak into his mouth.

“Remember what I said about keeping quiet. I need you to be a church mouse while I take care of you so I don’t have to explain this to your brother right this second.”

For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to explain it to him at some point or if this will be our little secret. But then he pushes my breasts together and sucks on each nipple in quick succession. Back and forth he loves each one equally as the lower half of my body screams for attention.

“Jensen,” I whisper, and he hums in satisfaction.

“Keep saying my name like that and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” He releases my tender nipples as he kisses my soft belly and wide hips. “Goddamn, I’m going to have to fight to not get you pregnant.”

My eyes pop open and I start to sit up, but he slides down to my pussy and the tip of his tongue teases my slit. I nearly come off the bed but then fall back onto it and raise my hips towards his mouth. That’s where I’m hurting the most and where I’m desperate for his mouth to be.

“Please, please, please,” I beg softly.