Page 109 of Jerk
“See that, Hannah?” He kisses down my spine, a heatwave coming with every tender one. He’s a mix of firm and soft, and I love it when both sides come out to play. “You’ve always had the power.” With every kiss, he moves my shirt up further, peeling up the fabric like I'm a gift he's careful to open. “You always had control, but you fucking love when I take it."
“I need you to takeme.” I don’t care that I'm begging. “Please take me.”
He chuckles, one hand pulling me against him, his hardness throbbing in time with my heart. “You’re going to be quiet for me,” he groans his command, his lips returning to my ear. “Understand?”
That reminds me, Krystal is… somewhere around here, but I really don’t fucking care. My mind is so far gone.
He kisses along my neck, that spot in the centre making me push my ass harder against him. “Yes.” My voice is as needy as I feel. “Please!”
His fingers find my folds, and I can’t help but let out another gasp as my body turns to a slop of sparkling tingles. He moves his fingers slowly, but they’re firm and thick, filling me. He teases my insides with every firm thrust, and I have to bite my lip really hard to keep quiet. He's fucking with my impatience, and I think he knows.
“Rye,” I whisper, my voice shaky as fuck. “Please.” He pulls on my hair hard enough that I arch my back, a sting of pleasure rippling through me.
"I want to see your face when I own you with my cock so deep inside you you forget you were never mine." He whips me around like a flimsy doll, propping me on the counter. My legs wrap around him, and he takes no time, the tip of his glistening cock at my entrance. He teases my clit, my slit wet, ready, waiting as the heat inside me roars.
His lips land on mine when he finally enters me and... holy, fucking, hell. The fire inside me erupts, my body tingling when he sinks himself fully inside me.
He takes over my system, pleasure rolling through me. I press my lips harder into his as I try to fight my moans, his first thrusts hard, maddening, claiming. And when he finds his rhythm, I hope he never stops.
“You’re right,” I gasp between his thrusts, my nails clawing at his back, my legs tightening around him. “I fucking love it when you control me.” My head falls back, one hand sinking my nails into his skin, the other gripping the edge of the counter.
“I know,” he growls. His pace quickening, his thrusts hard. Deep. Perfect. “I fucking know.” Our sweat makes our bodies stick together, the room turning into a sauna.
“Harder,” I beg. “Please.” He’s a better listener than I thought, putting his all into his thrusts, his skin slapping against mine. “Fuuuck, yes!”
His hand slaps over my mouth.
“You’re so defiant. So reckless,” he groans, his hand caressing my face. “You’ll always give me a reason to lose control. You’ll always give me a reason to ruin myself.” He keeps thrusting hard into me as he reaches over to the cutlery drawer. He slams his hand around, forks and spoons clattering to the floor. Then he pulls out a knife, the edge glistening in the light. “I’ll ruin you first, Kitten. Always.” His thrusts become more intoxicating when he presses that blade against my neck. “But that’s what you want. Isn’t it?”
The knife against my skin brings me back to the gallery. The dean's office. The skate. It always does something to me. Something I can't explain, but he understands.
"We can’t keep-fuck…” It’s hard to keep quiet and respond at the same time when he’s so deep inside me, I’m seeing Pluto. “We can’t keep ruining ourselves.”
“I want to ruin you forever.” His words make my insides tingle, his thrusts getting firmer. He drags that blade to my hardened nipples, my breasts bouncing hard with each thrust. He has me right on the edge, and I’m losing my fucking mind. “Tell me you don’t want that, too.” He lowers the knife to my thigh, pressing harder until I feel a small sting. “Go on. Lie to me.”
“More.” I can feel myself tightening around his cock. I can feel myself falling apart. My body. My words. My heart. “I want more.”
The knife clatters to the floor, his lips crashing down on mine as his pace quickens. Frantic and ravaging. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he groans, his forehead falling against mine. I meet hiseyes, and everything inside me electrifies. “You’re making me lose it, Hannah."
“Don’t be an idiot.” The room keeps spinning, the walls disappearing. The sweat on his forehead glistens; his chiselled cheeks reddening. His eyes look as determined as his thrusts feel. “Make me yours.”
“Say that again.” His eyes linger on mine, like we’re on some fucked up drug. We’re mesmerized by each other, but we’re completely fucking sober, yet completely fucked. “I love the sound of you being mine.”
Fuck. What the fuck?
Why does that make my entire body shake?
Why does that make me feel like I'm floating?
“You’re almost there,” he encourages me. “Let it go, Kitten.”
“Not without you.” My legs tighten around him, keeping him close as I'm right on the edge. I fight it. I fight that release so fucking hard I’m going numb, but I know what I want. “Not without you.”
“Fuuuck, Hannah!” I feel him throb, I feel him harden, and that’s it. That’s what takes me right over the edge.
“Please, Rye,” I whisper against his ear. “Please, I want it all.” I cling to his body as I meet my release. It’s zombifying as my body comes alive, my thighs tightening against his hard body.
He lets go, too, sending my brain on another spiral as he fills me with his release. He groans against my face while I ride that sweet orgasm until the very last moment. Until we’re both left gasping for air. Until our bodies sink into each other. Until we’re looking at each other like absolute fucking idiots.
