Page 79 of Honey Undone
“I like it rough,” he smiled against my skin and dug his fingers into the cold, dirty skin beneath my jersey dragging a throaty moan from my lips.
SARAH
The apartment door slammed wide open as Jensen fumbled with the hem of my wet jersey, tugging it up and over my shoulders. He tossed it away, kicking the door closed behind us as the fabric hit the tile floor of my kitchen with a loud plop.
“We should…” he tried to get out between frantic kisses and tiny gasped moans as my fingers raked through his wet hair. “Shower… so muddy,” he moaned as I tugged gently.
“That’s what washing machines are for,” I snapped, and his worry over making a mess snapped as his hands scooped down and lifted me against him effortlessly. His strong arms wrapped around my thighs as he carried me toward the bed, ignoring the trail of mud we were leaving behind.
He chuckled against my lips, a husky sound laced with amusement and desire.
“Brat,” he teased, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of my throat. I leaned back in his arms with a lusty smile on my lips and exposed my throat to him. Taking advantage of the new position, he trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His teeth grazed my collarbone before he bit down lightly, soothing the sting with his tongue.
The way his eyes fluttered shut as he savored the taste of my skin drove me insane. The dirty, grassy smell of his skin, the trickles of water that dripped from his hair and the stain of blood that dripped down the side of face was making me feral.
I needed him right that second or I was going to lose my fucking mind.
“Jensen?”
He opened his pretty brown eyes at the sound of his name and focused on me with blown pupils.
“Show me what you learned today,” I whispered as my lips curled up mischievously.
He understood the task, today had been about flexing our strength, full of aggressive tackling and heated moments. I wanted that dominance and intensity and I knew he was willing to provide it because a devilish smirk curled to those pouty, kiss-bitten lips.
“And the shorts stay on,” I said as he dropped me to the bed, crawling over me between my spread legs. My hands roamed over his muscle tense back and pushed beneath the band of the tight shorts until my hands were roughly positioned under his ass giving me room to dig my nails into his skin.
Jensen’s breath caught in his throat, a deep sound rumbling from his chest at the sharp contact of my nails. His hands found my wrists, holding them firmly in place with just enough force to show ownership. He pressed into my touch, grinding slowly against me. The rough fabric of his shorts created the most delicious friction and my hips lifted to meet his as I pulled him close enough to pepper his jaw with warm kisses. I trailed them down and over his throat until his entire body was tense and vibrating.
He let out a shuddering breath as my lips found his collar bone, his hands sliding under my back to hold me flush against him. Jensen started moving his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was only furthering the tingling sensation that was growing at a rapid pace between my legs.
“God this is stupidly hot,” I confessed, “I shouldn’t be this turned on,” I said with a badly timed giggle that turned into a tight, gasping moan as he rolled forward again.
Jensen watched as I threw my head back doing my best to suppress my laughter. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he snapped his hips forward again, harder that time. Almost as if he was testing my reaction, but I was a puddle in his dirty, sweaty hands as his rough shorts brushed against my thighs.
“Okay okay, I surrender,” I gasped, “shorts off, shorts so off…I can’t…” I was on the verge of begging.
He chuckled darkly, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down himself in one shift movement. Completely freeing his hard length and earning a delicious moan from my lips as my eyes trailed over his dirty gloriously toned and tattooed body.
“Fucking perfect,” I whispered, pushing up on my elbows in nothing but my bra and rugby shorts to take him in completely with heavy chested sigh of appreciation.
Jensen drank me in, sprawled beneath him, the tiny sports bra barely restraining my breasts. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned down, bracing himself on one strong forearm beside my head. “Perfect, huh?” He hummed, rolling his hips again.
Every delicious inch of him brushed against my thigh and my eyes fluttered closed, “I know I didn’t stutter, baby.” A tiny strangled gasp left my lips as his teeth found skin, his lips curling into a proud smirk. He sucked the spot above my breast lightly, sure to leave a mark.
His smile only grew as he felt me shiver beneath him, his teeth grazing sharply against my collarbone before soothing the burn with a languid lick. I closed my eyes and felt him pause, hearing the wrapping tear and I was moments from begging him just to give it to me when he shifted his hips, letting the head of his cock tease my entrance through the rough fabric of my shorts. He wasn’t even inside of me and I couldn’t stop the noise that tumbled from my lips as his hips rolled again, slower that time, letting his length slide against my inner thigh over and over.
“How much longer can you hold out, Adeline?” He asked, his voice low and teasing.
“Who's being a brat now,” I growled, digging my nails into his bicep and bring him close for a frantic, messy kiss.
Jensen laughed against my lips, deep and rumbling from his bare chest. He bit into my bottom lip, hard enough to make me gasp as his hips snapped forward against without warning making my back arch sharply into his touch. “Touch rough, kiss hard, talk shit,” he mumbled, “Unbelievable,” his voice was husky with lust.
Jensen watched me, knowing that I could hold out longer than him if it truly came down to it. He slowed his hips, making his movements shallow and teasing, actively trying to keep his touch soft, his kisses sweet against my fevered skin.
“I was never going to win this game was I?” He asked.
I shook my head slowly with a lazy smile, my thoughts dizzy with need and waited for him to break as I slipped my hands free and pushed my damp shorts off. Jensen’s eyes darkened as he watched my movement, swallowing hard trying to hold on to what little control he had left. But when my hand slipped between my legs and I started to touch myself, he lost it. The resolve in him snapped, “Fuck Adeline, you little—”
