Page 150 of Treacherous
"You like the sound of that, Sweetheart?"
"Yes,"
Jayden stalks to his bedside table, grabbing the box of condoms. He picks one out, placing the box next to his lamp.
He pulls his shirt over his head, and I shamelessly check him out. I didn't realise his tattoo extended to his chest, stopping on his heart.
I want to reach out and touch his abs, trailing my nails down to leave my mark. My restraint wavers as Jayden’s pants and boxers are next to go, leaving his hard cock on display.
He tears the foil packet open, covering his erection with the condom. Oh fuck. This is really happening.
Jayden climbs onto the bed, kneeling before me. Without warning, he runs his knuckles through my slit, I grab the cotton sheets, gasping as the intoxicating flames that burn inside me.
“Lift your hips, Red.”
“Say please.”
Jayden’s jaw tightens, and I revel in my ability to piss him off. I smile, raising my eyebrows. Just as I think he will beg, Jayden grabs my hips and yanks them off the bed.
Holy fuck.
“Stay still,” he grits.
I nod, panting. Jayden reaches for his dick, running it through my arousal. I moan, begging him to fuck me. Pleasure is coursing inside me, and I’d do anything he told me to do if he would–
“Fuck, Jayden.”
He doesn’t ask, he just takes, thrusting inside me. I clench around him, hips jerking up to meet Jayden’s continuous thrusts. A whimper escapes me as an orgasm builds from the base of my spine. This is what fucking is–intense and rough. And I love it.
Jayden pushes me against the bed, lowering his face next to my ear. His right arm shoots to my neck, wrapping around it before applying pressure. It isn’t much, just enough to introduce me to the sensation.
“Inside voices, Sweetheart. You don’t want our teammates to hear you moaning my name, do you?”
I shake my head, but low pants and moans continue to drip from my lips. Jayden slows his thrusts, coming to a halt. I whine–it’s fucking pathetic.
A vein bulges along Jayden’s forehead, and I relish in the fact he is suffering too. I clench my muscles around his throbbing cock, hoping to drive him closer to the edge.
I’m able to suck in another deep breath before Jayden tightens his grip on my neck. Blood rushes to my head, while my core is on fire. He lets go, and I focus on his eyes, with his head being inches away from mine.
“I told you. I’m in charge. You will come when I let you.”
I find my voice. “Please.”
Jayden resumes a loose grip, running his thumb along my racing pulse. He dips his head to my breasts, teeth grazing my skin, causing me to jump.
How the fuck does he have this much control? Jayden hasn’t moved his cock despite my desperate pleas, leaving me on the edge of pleasure.
Finally, he pulls out and slams inside me. I can’t figure out what to focus on–the tattooed hand clinging to my neck, the bruises forming on my breasts, or my aching core that is begging for relief.
All the sensations collide as I tighten around Jayden’s dick. His thrusts are rough and unrelenting, bringing me closer to my orgasm. Fucking hell.
I’ve always been willing to try anything in the bedroom, but my partners never seemed as enthusiastic as me. Jayden, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants.
“Look at you, Red. Your pussy is taking me so well,”
A violent shock shoots up my spine, and I explode. My hips arch off the bed, and white flames course through my body. I moan, but Jayden covers my mouth with his hand.
Everything about this orgasm is intense and intoxicating. He didn’t even touch my clit, which is surprising because in the past, I needed it stimulated to even be close to my climax.
