Page 91 of Taken By the Convicts
“Just be you.”
That devilish grin of his captured her lips. He took his time, his tongue exploring her. Strong hands gripped her head, holding her steady as he took control of the kiss and her. The press of his hard cock against her belly made her tense until his hand started playing with one breast and his tongue left a wet trail down her chest. That talented tongue of his circled her nipple until it hardened for him. He was learning quickly how to play her body. Jayce didn’t need tricks or deals, he needed confidence.
Melina wove her fingers through his hair, holding him to her as he lavished her breast. She’d never been so aroused from a man sucking on her nipple, but her legs parted for him, the need to feel his hips moving between her legs growing. He must have sensed her movement, for he lifted up on both palms and rocked his hips, dragging his cock through her wet folds. Each strike against her clit drew a moan. Her hips lifted toward him in greeting, in anticipation, but he always pulled away, out of her reach.
“You’re teasing me,” she said.
“Yes, I am,” Jayce said with a huge grin.
As Jayce lowered himself to his elbows, his cock nudged against her entrance, enticing her, but holding back.
“You’re killing me,” Melina said, closing her eyes as he rubbed that cock against her clit now. Her entire body felt alive and on edge.
“I almost asked what you’d give me to go slow for you.”
“But?” she asked, lifting her hips again, trying to entice him to continue sliding through her folds.
“I remembered what you said. No deals. No conditions.” He pumped his cock forward, sliding into her entrance a tantalizing fraction of an inch.
“Then you’ll be slow?” she asked, no longer sure what she wanted, only that she wanted Jayce inside of her.
“No fucking way,” Jayce said as he slid into her in one smooth stroke and began thrusting in and out of her. Fast. Hard. Unrelenting.
The force of his thrusts caught her off guard. Her breathing hitched as he repeatedly struck a sensitive spot. Then his hand moved between them, found her clit, and rubbed in time with his thrusts, arousing her flesh so fast that her hands immediately moved to his back. She held him as the force of the thrusts pushed her along the ground. She loved how he was taking what he wanted, without a deal, without conditions.
His hand retreated. She’d been so close to that edge.
“Bastard,” she panted between thrusts. His smile said it all. Jayce wasn’t ready to let her fly. Not without him.
She lifted her legs, locking them behind his ass. The angle sent him deeper. She threw her head back, focusing on the energy moving through her as his tongue found her neck, giving her ideas about where she’d like his tongue next. The image sent her spiraling forward. Her entire body clamped down on Jayce, her inner walls seized his cock while her arms locked around his back, holding him tight as one wave after the next tore through her.
When her muscles relaxed, she realized he’d slowed. Green eyes stared down at her. He hadn’t found his release yet, and he wasn’t moving.
She traced the lines of his jaw and brushed over the slight stubble there. Jayce looked like he had a hard edge to him, but those eyes. . . They held a softness he rarely showed. She caressed his back as he started to move in her again. Slow, easy strokes. Exactly what she needed.
When her hand brushed over one of the many scars on his back, he winced and closed his eyes.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
“No. But don’t touch them,” he said, moving faster, trying to lose himself in his thrusts once more. His eyes closed, severing that connection they’d been sharing.
“Open your eyes, Jayce,” she said as her fingers moved over the scars that made him tense. One by one, she caressed the scars, the skin between and around them. She knew how he felt, how each touch brought back memories, and how they kept him trapped in the past.
“Leave the past behind,” she whispered as her hands continued moving over him, caressing and loving him until his eyes opened.
With a tilt of his hips, he struck just the right spot inside her. She arched her back as another orgasm struck. Her head lifted off the towel, breaking the connection with those gorgeous eyes that had looked at her with such wonder.
“Don’t hurt me, Melina,” he said, as he pressed his head into her shoulder, each thrust slower but deeper than the last.
She kissed the side of his neck. “Never,” she whispered.
And then she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he hugged her to him. He finished with soft kisses to her neck, to her shoulder, and down her chest, but he never lifted his eyes again.
Without warning, he rolled her on top of him, his back now to the ground. Melina splayed her hands against his chest and pushed up.
“I like this view,” he reached up and pinched a nipple. “Do you trust me, Melina?”
“Yes,” she said, and she did. She didn’t know how or when that had happened, but she trusted him.
