Page 62 of Dirty Gambit

“You!” he blurted, motioning up and down at the whole of her. “How do you look like that and still have…”

“My hymen?” she supplied when he broke off. “It wasn’t easy, trust me. I’ve had more than one asshole try and take it.”

He sucked in a breath. His arm dropped down to his side. “Lena—”

“No, don’t.” She raised a hand to scrub furiously at her brow with the tip of four fingers. “I’ve made this weird. I’m sorry I said anything.”

She started to turn away, mind set on barricading herself in the bathroom until the end of time, or until the cops showed up. It served her right for being honest about something so personal. She had known he would react. She just hadn’t known how. She didn’t like the outcome. It made her feel like a freak.

Her three strides towards her destination came to an abrupt halt when the floor vanished from beneath her feet. Her yelp of surprise was ignored as Jaxon hauled her to the bed. The mattress sank with her dropped weight. She bounced once before he was on her, anchoring her to the mountain of clouds with the solid weight of his body. His toned arms planted on either side of her head. His knees forced hers apart to make way for his lean hips settling high between her thighs.

“You didn’t let me finish,” he rasped, eyes as dark as his tone. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to be inside you since the moment I set eyes on you. Even when you were driving me insane, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to strip you naked and fuck you until neither of us could move. Do you think a piece of skin is going to change that?”

Lena couldn’t think anything past the hard bulge rocking against her core. The soft material of her panties stood no chance against the rough grain of his jeans and the friction made her head foggy. Her hips bucked in time with his, an involuntary twitch that sang up her spine in shivering tingles.

“You like that?” he drawled, adding just a touch more pressure to every grind.

Lena whimpered and shut her eyes as the tidal wave built up inside her. Her fingers bunched into the sheets at her sides, twisting them to keep from grabbing chunks of his ass and dragging him down harder.

“Open your eyes, Lena,” he coaxed, dropping his head; she felt the tickle of his hair graze her cheeks and the line of her jaw in his descent. “Watch what I’m going to do to you.”

Her eyelids flew open just in time to watch his teeth close over a clothed nipple. The tiny bud strained against the fabric of her top, sensitive peaks begging for attention. He didn’t disappoint when he nipped at one and strummed his thumb over the other. The swirl of pain and pleasure tore into Lena and she gasped. Her fingers unfolded from the sheets to close into his hair.

“Jaxon…”

“Yes, baby?” His fingers hooked into the thin straps keeping her dress in place. He dragged them down her arms, peeled the material over her chest. Her breasts sprung free, unhampered, and vulnerable under his scrutiny. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He gave her no chance to respond when he drew a nipple into his mouth. His light suckle was followed by a harder pinch of his thumb and index on the other. The combination drove her crazy.

“Please,” she whined, tugging on the locks of hair still closed in her fists.

Jaxon raised his head, leaving her wet nipple to the chill in the room. The beast in his eyes met hers, daring her to stop him when his free hand dove between their bodies and forced its way under the band of her panties. He wasted no time spreading her lips and finding her slick center with two fingers.

“Jaxon!”

He bit his lip at her wail and plunged deeper. “I know, baby. I’m going to make it better.”

She felt the build with every deliberate rock of his heel against her switch. She felt her walls rippling around him, wanting more, wanting him.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded, uncaring and unabashed by the bold demand.

Jaxon never slowed, never even looked away as he resumed his slow, steady torture. “Oh, I’m going to, but I need to take care of her first. I need to make her ready for me.”

She had no idea what he was talking about. How could he not feel how ready she was? But he lowered his mouth to her nipples and took turns with each, never staying too long, but taking great care to alternate between gentle and pain. She never thought she would enjoy the harder bites and pinches, but combined with the commanding pumps of his wrist, she never wanted him to stop, except he did.

With a final tug of her swollen and ruby nipples, he pulled away, taking with him his weight and his fingers. Her weak protest was ignored as he hooked her bunched and wrinkled dress with both hands and dragged it off her along with her panties. Her sandals went next, leaving her bare and exposed under his ravenous stare.

“Jesus, baby,” he purred, one palm reaching down to rub the hard knot under his jeans. “The things I’m going to do to you…” he groaned and bit his lip, eyes tracing her breasts, her waist, and settling on her moist, swollen pussy. His fingers flexed around his cock once before dropping away. “Don’t move.”

Bewildered, lightheaded, and ready to burst, Lena watched him hurry from the room. Several seconds passed before he returned, a box in hand. She didn’t ask when he placed it next to the forgotten soup bowl and pulled out a square foil.

“One day,” he began, turning to her, head down in concentration as he chucked his jeans off, stripping down to miles of beautiful skin and taking his bobbing length in hand. “I am going to fuck you without one of these.” He took the packet between his teeth and tore it open in a fluid motion. “I’m going to empty myself inside your pussy and watch it come out of you in puddles.”

As if he had the power to fuck her with his words, her body shuddered at the sweet image invading her core. It didn’t even matter that this would be their only time together. The future was a million years away. It was just her and the man rolling a sleeve of rubber over his gorgeous cock.

He faced her and Lena had never been so ready for anything. Her knees automatically sprung open in invitation, welcoming him home.

He groaned at her eagerness. His rough palms dragged down the sensitive skin of her thighs, weaving a path to her hot center. The pads of his thumb swept over her lips, parting them, leaving no part of her unviewed by him. He grazed her clit and Lena moaned. Her body bucked under the touch.

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