Page 60 of Honey Undone
His thrusts picked up pace as he watched my body writhe against the restraints. A low dark groan of pleasure escaped him as he slammed into me, the force of his thrusts making the headboard slam against the wall.
“Then, I guess I’ll just have to keep you tied up and fucked stupid more often,” he said, all the restraint he had snapped in that moment. “Might improve that smart mouth of yours.”
“You think?” I gasped as my vision started to get fuzzy and my head started to feel light.
“I know,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my thighs painfully as he continued to smack his hips against my ass. Everything was tangled together creating the most toxic mix of pain and pleasure that was going to push me over the edge for the second time that night.
My walls fluttered around his cock and his smug smile told me that he could feel how close I was to the edge. His pace became brutal and the room was filled with the sounds of slick skin and the creaking bed. My breathing was ragged and my heart was pounding faster than I’d ever felt it on the pitch.
“Baby,” I gasped for air, my ass flush with his hips as he touched every inch of me. I could fucking feel him in my stomach. “I’m going to…” my words died out as the pleasure ripped through me.
Jensen’s eyes flashed with dominance as he pushed me to the edge, reaching down between our bodies his thumb pressed against my clit applying just enough pressure to throw me over.
“You wanted to be a brat, now show me exactly how much you can take,” he groaned, battling with his own building release. “Come for me.” His demands were insane and made my skin so hot his touch burned.
Whatever words I managed to form died on my lips as the second orgasm wracked through my body even more violently than the first. It came in hot flashes that felt like electricity coursing through my veins. I yanked desperately against the jersey on my wrists, all I wanted to do was touch him.
I came completely undone beneath him and like a rubber band snapping he was quick to follow. He buried himself as deep as possible, and unleashed himself. His hips shook erratically as he spilled out, the sensation of the heat against my walls almost overwhelming as I fought to hold it together.
Jensen’s abs contracted as he watched me fall apart, my cries echoing through the room. “Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back slowly, both our bodies trembling.
“You untie me right fucking now, Jensen,” I demanded, needy to touch him after all of that. A lazy smirk formed on his face, breathless and spent he sat up on the bed and started to unknot the jersey from around my wrists, his fingers massaging the red marks from where I had pulled too hard.
Once I was free I crawled into his lap as he leaned back against the wall and wrapped his arms around my back. Settling down against him, it felt like bliss to have his skin beneath my fingers. I pushed them up into the thick hair sweaty around his neck and kissed his jaw until I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t mind though, his hands roamed up my back and he caught my mouth as I pulled away, offering me a slow, deep kiss that did nothing to help the fuzziness of my head. I cupped his chin, turned his face away from me and kissed the delicate lover tattoo behind his ear, reciprocating the moment, making sure he knew it was mine.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life,” I whispered, pulling back and Jensen’s hands found the sides of my face. He was searching my eyes for signs of insincerity or teasing but he wouldn’t find anything because I was staring at him with genuine adoration and complete satisfaction.
“I didn’t know it was possible to feel this relaxed,” I leaned back in his arms, letting my head fall back and closed my eyes as the last of the sensations rolled through me. I was so fucking content in his arms. He nuzzled his face against my collarbone, pressing his ear to my chest and listening to my heartbeat slow back down to its normal pace against his cheek.
Jensen shifted, pressing a kiss to my chest as his eyes looked up at the shredded jersey hanging limp from the headboard. “Coach is going to fucking kill me,” he mumbled and I started to laugh, wrapping his head up in my arms, tangling his hair between my fingers and pulling him tightly against my chest in a pile of laughter.
SARAH
Kaia stood at the end of the bench with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes burning holes into me while I did my rows. I’d been trying to ignore her for most of the workout, but she saw right through me.
“You’re in too good of a mood, it happened didn’t it.” Kaia’s hair was pulled up on either side of her head in frizzy space buns that showed off her tight, elongated jaw.
“What happened?” I said, struggling through the last set. My focus wandered when my eyes caught sight of shirtless Jensen, working on his back. My brain was a mess of stupid girlish thoughts. Wanting to be under him almost every hour of the day was fucking with my life. I knew exactlywhatKaia was referring too but it was more fun to string her along, pretending I didn’t. I liked when her face got serious and her eyes went dark.
“Youknowwhat,” she snapped at me.
“Say it out loud, Kaia,” I giggled and set down the weights.
“You got laid!” She said, far too loud. Both Rhea and Sunday turned to look at us in the middle of their sets. “She got laid,” Kaia yelled, pointing at me.
“Why don’t you tell everyone in the gym?” I said to her, a week ago I might have been nervous about it, even hiding the fact that it had happened from her long enough to come to terms with it. But I was on cloud nine, I leaned back on my palms and stared at her with a smile on my face.
“My beautiful, brave little slut! You’re glowing!” Kaia moved forward and slipped onto the bench, straddling it with her legs. “It must have been good, you’re like a fucking fat cat right. Are you purring?” She teased.
“Shut up,” I scoffed. “It was really fucking good,” I whispered. "Jensen is very much above average," I laughed, holding out my hands and her eyes widened.
“Yeah, just know that this conversation is not over, and I want every single detail later,” Kaia demanded, like she didn’t have her own love life and was vicariously living through me.
“Finish your circuit,” I said to her.
“I really don’t want to,” Kaia groaned, “Physio was brutal this morning…can’t we keep talking about Magic Mike’s massive dick?” She whined but she would do it anyways, she had never quit anything in her entire life. Even if she didn’t want to do it. Kaia would pull herself off the ground and do it anyway.
I climbed off the bench, putting distance between me and Kaia. “Finish and I’ll take you for breakfast,” I said to her even though it was two in the afternoon. Kaia’s favorite food was bacon, it could motivate her back from the dead if need be.
