Page 53 of The Outsider

“Wouldn’t want them to know the way you moan my name when you’re close, hmm?”

“You’d have to get me close first for that to happen,” I said dryly, pretending to be impassive. “And I’m nowhere near that point.”

Meanwhile, my whole body tingled with his nearness, the way his body bracketed mine…and the way I could feel him, hard against the small of my back.

“That right, princess?” he taunted, his hand following the curve of my hip towards my centre. “So, if I touch you now, you won’t be wet?”

“Dry as a bone,” I replied, but the quiver in my voice betrayed me.

John suddenly grabbed my chin in his hand and pulled my head back against his shoulder, and I gasped. His hand came to rest on my throat—no pressure, no discomfort. Just holding. Possessing.

“Shame about the noise it’d make,” John murmured, his teeth grazing the edge of my ear. “Because otherwise, I’d spank that beautiful, bratty ass of yours for being so mouthy. Put you over my knee, and not stop until you were squirming, begging me for release.”

A pulse of arousal went through my clit at that image. I wanted him to do it. Wanted him to hold me down and spank me until my backside was red and hot to the touch. Wanted him to get off on it, to love giving it to me as much as I craved it from him. There was something intoxicating about being under a lion’s paw and knowing that he would never use his strength to crush you.

“And would you give it?” I whispered, very aware of his warm breath on the back of my neck.

“If you were a very good girl,” John answered, his tone deliciously low and dangerous. He used his knee to force my legs farther apart. “Taking my cock and my come like you were told.”

“And if I wasn’t?”

“Then I’d fuck you till I finished and leave you aching,” he said silkily. “You’d go through the rest of the day wanting me, aching to come, but I wouldn’t let you. Not until you begged me for relief.”

His pressed his hard length against my entrance. I heard the wet sound it made and moaned too loudly again. His soft, dark chuckle tickled my ear.

“Quiet down,” he whispered. “Don’t get us in trouble. And keep your hands on the mantel while I fuck you, hmm? If you do as you’re told, maybe I’ll let you come.”

I shuddered as he slipped between my thighs and pushed inside me. I moaned, quieter this time, but John covered my mouth with his free hand—his other one was still on my throat.

He gave me a forceful thrust, and I made a tiny, muffled squeak. My back was pressed to his chest, and I was as helpless as a newborn kitten in his arms. Depraved as it probably was, I loved being at his mercy and hearing all his dirtiest thoughts about me. He desired me like no one else ever had.

“Shh,” John chided again, deeply amused. “I’m starting to think you want everyone to know the filthy sounds you make when I’m inside you. When I’m driving you wild with my touch.”

I inhaled sharply as his hand moved from my throat to my breast. He pinched my nipple between his fingertips, and I sighed, tightening around him. He gave a low growl and pumped into me mercilessly, his control gone. The pleasure built inside me with every thrust, slow-burning and bright, and I moaned again.

A sudden, unexpected slap landed directly on my clit, stinging deliciously, and I squealed into the palm of John’s hand.

“I told you to be quiet,” he said, sounding strained as he slid in and out of me. “But you just can’t help yourself, can you, sweetheart?”

It wasn’t nearly as hard as he’d spanked my backside in the past, and the soft flesh muffled sound from the impact. The sting had already faded, leaving my clit raw and aching with the pleasure of his touch, however brief.

My knuckles were white around the mantel as he drove into me again. When I moaned, he rewarded me with another spank on my clit. Over and over, I gasped, squeaked, moaned more, and he gave me what I craved while taking me as he pleased.

“Ah, my Claire,” John growled in my ear. “I want to come so deep in your cunt. I want you to take all of me, every drop, and then I want to feel you come all over my cock. Is that what you want?”

I nodded frantically against his hand, and his hips sped up. His teeth sunk into my shoulder, and he gave a muffled groan against me as he came hard, filling me with sharp surges of pleasure.

Before he’d even had time to recover, his fingers were on my clit, stroking me urgently. He rocked his hips in rhythm, giving me the stimulation I needed inside me. He didn’t move his hand from my mouth; on the contrary, he clamped it more firmly in place.

He worked me expertly, swirling his fingers around my clit and whispering filthy sweet nothings in my ear. He told me how good I felt around him; how sexy I looked, naked in the firelight; and how much he loved hearing me moan into his hand. He called me his good, sweet girl, and told me how much he got off on spanking me like I needed him to.

I came like a whirlwind—suddenly and all at once. John was wise to cover my mouth, because I gave a hoarse cry as pleasure flooded my body, spreading from my aching clit outward. I kept coming until I was shaky, unsteady, and exhausted, my knees wobbling.

John lowered his hand from my mouth and turned my head to kiss me before withdrawing. I collapsed on top of his sleeping bag, breathing heavy, my eyes closed. I felt like my soul had left my body.

I heard him chuckle softly, then felt a wet, warm washcloth between my legs, wiping away the mess there. I watched him through slitted lids as he cleaned himself and then washed the cloth again in the leftover water. He lay it flat to dry in front of the fire, then laid down beside me and pulled me against him. I rested my head against his chest and snuggled him happily. The air was still frigid, but between the nearby fire and John’s ever-warm bulk, I was toasty.

No matter what was in his past or our future, I’d never been so safe and loved in my whole life. John was a gift that I’d neither asked for nor deserved at the time he came into my world, but I cherished him…no matter what Asha, or anyone else from my old life, might think.

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