Page 16 of Sinful Need
Storm:Busy now.
Me:Tomorrow before the lunch rush.
Storm: I’ll be there.
I should go clean up the mess and tend to the rest of my customers but I need a minute to collect my thoughts. My head isn't right at the moment. So many questions are running through my mind I’m not sure what to ask first or who.
That’s when I see him again, Jase Carver reincarnated. He’s crossing the street toward the motel. I want to call out to him but he’s not alone. Another member of his club is with him and they appear to be having a heated conversation. I watch as they climb the motel stairs before parting ways. Jase slips inside a room on the second floor.
I can’t wait until tomorrow for answers. If Storm will even give me any. Before I know it my feet move me in the opposite direction of my bar and straight to the motel door.
My knuckles pound on the door to the tempo of my erratic heartbeat. Curses and questions are on the tip of my tongue, mumbling out of my mouth as I practice what I’ll say to him. Then the door swings open and I come face to face with Jase. Not a ghost but the real, living, breathing, adult version of the boy I thought I’d never get over.
My heart lodges in my throat and I’m suddenly tongue tied. It’s a new feeling for me and so is the pull that draws my gaze over his body. Helpless to stop my eyes from dropping from the wide grin on his face down to the towel wrapped around his waist, I swallow hard studying all the ways he’s changed in the years since I’ve last seen him.
The years have been good to him. I draw my eyes away from the tenting of the towel and roam my gaze up his chiseled chest and his firm biceps. There’s a tattoo covering his arm, a black pencil sketch but I instantly recognize my own likeness.
“Jase.” His name rolls off my tongue confirming to my head what my heart knew the minute I laid eyes on him across the crowded bar.
As soon as the words leave my mouth. I can't help myself. I throw myself into his arms, attacking his lips. I've caught him by surprise. It's evident by his hesitation, but it only takes a few moments before he wraps an arm around my back and tangles his fingers in my hair taking control of the kiss and tongue fucking my mouth. I've missed this. I've missed him.
Moments in he breaks away, leaving me longing for his taste, “I was hoping you’d come.”
I can’t explain the desire pulling at me. I should be pissed right now but all I am is needy. I need to feel him, I need to convince myself this is real. That he is real. All these yearswithout him, to be standing here in his motel room with his towel slipping down his hips has made me lose all self-control. I came here for answers but my need is blinding me to the fact that I have been lied to all this time. All I care about right now is this moment with him. “This is going to end badly for both of us.”
“Not tonight.” He reaches around me and throws the door closed.
His hands palm my ass when he scoops me up.Wrapping my legs around his taut waist, I press my lips to his again. All my questions are silenced when his tongue and his body reacts with the same hungry need as my own.
He swings me around and lowers me onto the dresser. I cup the sides of his face in my hands, staring deep into his eyes. They always made me feel safe and wanted, even if I couldn’t return the sentiment back then. A few stolen moments was all we ever knew, I belonged to Hawk and Jase was a prospect.
“And if tonight is all we have?” I wish things could be different this time around but even after all these years Hawk still has his claws in me.
“Then we better not waste it.” Jase tears my clothes off my body in a frantic rush. I rip the towel from his waist. His cock is even more impressive since the last time I've seen it. It makes my whole body shiver and I ache to have it in me.
His hands slide down my back and I’m lifted up again. With his hard body pressed tightly to mine, he swings us around and drops me onto the bed. Quickly I yank at the waistband on my pants and Jase tugs them off, tossing them to the floor. My pussy is throbbing and soaking wet with anticipation but he slows his pace and stares at me.
“Is something wrong?” I ask covering my stomach with my arm and twisting my hips to cover the fact I wasn’t wearing any panties. A lifetime of insecurities rise to the surface andI wonder if he likes what he sees or if he’s having second thoughts. The last time we had been together, I was seventeen and barely had boobs, my stomach was flat and we were both inexperienced. After seven years, none of that’s the same anymore.
He bites his bottom lip and growls, “Don’t hide yourself from me, I’m enjoying the view.”
My body temperature spikes a few degrees and I can feel the blush creeping across my cheeks. “Fuck me Jase. I can’t stay long.”
“You're not leaving here until I get my fill and it might take all night.” He yanks me toward the edge of the bed and thrusts my hips apart, exposing me to him. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to taste you?”
This time it's me biting my bottom lip. I have obligations and people relying on me. I can’t afford to be reckless and blow everything off for a night of sex but we’ve been robbed of too much time already. I don’t want to risk losing this chance too. My rebuttal dies on my lips and the ache in my pussy builds as he lowers himself between my thighs. Bending my knees up and planting my feet on the edge of the bed, his warm breath sears his mark into my flesh. I can feel the power he already has over me when his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue skimming over my throbbing clit. The sensation is more powerful than I’ve ever experienced before. Most of my life has been spent under Hawk’s thumb and in his bed, whether I wanted to be or not. In the years since I’ve gotten away from him, I’ve shared a one night stand or two but no one has ever touched me like this before. I never thought there’d be a man that could bring out a neediness like this. My pussy is aching for him even as his tongue laps at me and brings me to the brink of pleasure. When his fingers slide inside, my body contorts under him. The tension builds through every part of my body. He strokes his long fingersin and out slowly as he flicks my sensitive clit with his tongue. I whimper out his name as my legs shake and my breath catches in my throat. He continues to suck on my clit as his fingers speed up, pushing up against my g-spot. I buckle underneath him as my pleasure builds and builds. His tongue flicks over my swollen and tender clit as his fingers thrust upward dragging my orgasm from me until I’m shaking and breathless in his arms.
He crawls up, lowering himself over my thrumming body, his hard cock positioned between my thighs. I drag him closer, his lips inches from mine. When he takes my mouth in a kiss, I can taste myself on his lips. The air around us ignites as his breath mingles with mine. My need to have him consumes me.
“Don’t make me beg, Jase.” I whimper into his mouth.
He pulls back with a crooked grin on his face I’ve never seen before but am finding even more sexy than I ever thought possible. “You’ll be begging and screaming my name before I’m through with you.”
He lowers his face to my breast, drawing a nipple between his lips. His tongue flickers over it as it hardens with the warmth of his mouth. He licks and sucks, leaving his mark on every part of my body. When he bites, I cry out his name like he promised I would.
“Good girl.” He shifts his focus on the other one and reaches between my legs, “You’re so wet.”
I stroke my hands along his flexing muscles and down his back. His heat radiates through my body when he slides his hard cock inside. I gasp at the thickness that fills me, stretching me as he inches inward slowly until he’s seated so deep inside me I can’t tell where I end and he begins. “You’re so tight.”
