Page 97 of Honey Undone
“Baby,” he growled, “seriously… stop,” His fingers curled. I only pulled back because he forced me too, his hand in my hair demanding obedience.
I licked my lips sitting back on my knees. The gravel and dirt dug into my skin but looking up at Jensen, leaning over his car was a treat that made theannoyance stinging worth it. He was shirtless and breathless, his tattoos and scars bathed in the dimmest shade of blue from the moon. It was ethereal.
Jensen’s chest heaved with each breath, his cock painfully hard as he took in every small movement I made. “I swear to fucking—”
“What?” The question came out a purr.
His eyes snapped to mine, clenching from the innocence of my question and the knowing smirk on my reddened lips.
“If you keep looking at me like that, sitting there like a wet dream. I’m going to lose it.” He pushed off the car to hover over me, his hand brushing beneath my chin, ending with a tight squeeze that made my thighs clench together.
“You lose it?” I teased leaning into his grip. “Never.”
“You’re pushing your luck,” he warned.
“Prove it.” I pushed to my feet.
The request of being fucked under the stars on the hood of his extremely nice car went unsaid between us as he closed the gap between us. It was obvious what I wanted, my thighs tight, my chest heaving slightly, waiting for him to make the move. I felt more free with Jensen than I ever had in my entire life, seen, touched, held… loved. It was crazy, but I knew I could do anything, no matter how insane simply because of the way he was looking at me at that moment.
Jensen’s hand moved from my chin, slowly sliding down my neck, over my collarbone and down over the swell of my breast in my tank top. I could see in his eyes that I’d won, he was just trying to figure out how to make it seem like I hadn’t. “You want me to fuck you right here? Under the stars?”
“Please,” I asked so politely, watching his face contort into amusement given how stingy I had been earlier.
“Oh we’re doing that,” he chuckled darkly, his fingers splaying out over my stomach possessively. “Say please again,” he murmured, eyes locking onto mine daring me to beg. “Please what?” He prompted, his voice husky.
“Please, fuck me on the hood of your sports car under the stars, Jensen.” I said dramatically as my gaze flickered up to him, the stars reflecting back in his eyes as a wicked grin formed on his face.
His hand slid to grip my throat gently as he turned me and backed me up against the car. “You’re so polite when you want something,” he hummed,his fingers quickly finding the condom he had to keep replacing in his wallet, rolling it over his head before wrapping his hand around his hardened shaft and pumping it slowly.
Without pause or even argument against his statement, I pushed my pants over my hips and tossed them away with his shirt. “I know how to get what I want,” I whispered, leaning back against the car.
Jensen’s eyes darkened as he watched me, spreading my legs slightly, inviting him to step forward and open them wider. “Spoiled,” he teased, gripping his dick and dragging it upward between my thighs to brush against my sensitive clothed core.
“You created this monster,” I giggled breathlessly as he ushered my underwear aside.
“You’re a little brat,” he said, rubbing the blunt head of his length against me teasingly. I could feel the cool metal beneath my back and the warmth of his skin against mine, the soft starlit sky above and the ocean crashing against the rocks below. “Is this what you want?” He smirked, sliding the tip of his cock against my wet entrance before abruptly pushing inside me; hard and deep. One hand stayed on my throat while the other gripped my hip to keep me steady on the car.
My head fell back at the sudden intrusion, a spark of heat igniting at the base and coursing through my system as he rolled his hips into mine. Jensen had zero control, he rocked into me mercilessly, the car hood creaking under our weight as he held me in place. His fingers tightened around my throat, gently coaxing my head back further, exposing my neck.
“Look at the stars,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
They shone so brightly that for a second I forgot that we were entirely alone. “Fuck,” I gasped, as he wrapped his arm around my back and lifted my hips up changing the angle he was thrusting from. Jensen had figured out every curve and corner of my body, knowing exactly where to hit and stroke to drag such needy moans from my lips.
“You look so pretty like this—” he pulled all the way out and slammed into me again, tickling all the sensitive nerves inside of me. “Spread out under the stars just for me.” He continued to thrust into me, his pace returning to a brutalspeed. The sound of his hips slapping against my skin echoed across the coast line.
I was going to lose myself soon, I could feel the cord tightening within my stomach and it was harder to keep my eyes open than ever before.
“Keep your eyes open, Adeline,” he ordered, noticing the struggle as the pleasure racked through me. “Watch the fucking stars and come all over my dick.” He reached between my legs and started pressing hard circles into my clit, knowing exactly how to push me over the edge. His other hand grabbed at the collar of my tank top exposing the tops of my breast as my nipples slipped from my bra and pushed me into the hood just enough to keep himself balanced. “Now,” he snapped, “come now.”
I never stood a chance against the tone in his voice as he ordered the orgasm from me. My body was writhing beneath him in pleasure, my thighs clenched tightly and my hands scrambling for purchase on his tense biceps. His body responded to mine convulsing around his shaft as his name fell from my lips over and over. Jensen buried himself deep inside, letting out a low guttural groan as his body flexed and he ground out his own release.
“You win,” I gasped out, the pleasure still tickling at every nerve ending. “That will always be better than driving fast…” A smug grin formed on my face when he started to laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips as he pulled out of me.
He disposed of the condom, returning to help me sit up on the hood, his hands lingering on my hips. “You're the most perfect girl,” he praised, kissing my cheek softly below my eye as it fluttered close. His hand brushed a few loose, sweaty strands of hair away from my face.
The words were there, on the tip of my tongue, and I almost said them simply because of how beautiful he looked. His cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving with labored breaths as he came down from his high. How was I ever supposed to leave this behind? The feeling caught in my throat as I pushed a smile to my face.
“I know,” I said instead with a giggle as he bombarded me with punishment in the form of more kisses.
