Chapter 2: My Turn
The heat from the fire couldn’t compete with the heat between them. Alex held her gaze, his green eyes dark with intent, and stood up from the edge of the bed.
“My turn,” he’d said.It wasn’t a question.
He peeled his sweater over his head, the muscles in his arms and stomach shifting in the lamplight. His jeans came next, button and zipper giving way with a sharp sound. He kicked them aside, and there he was, fully hard, his own length curving up against his stomach.Jasmine’s breath caught. She’d imagined, of course.But seeing him was different.Real. Arousing in a way that made her already-sensitive body pulse with fresh need.
“Touch me,” he said, his voice a low command softened by the playful smirk on his lips.She reached out, her fingers tentative. Her hand, still slick with her own release, wrapped around him. He was hot, the skin smooth and tight, a vein throbbing under her thumb.She gave an experimental stroke, and he hissed, his head falling back.
“Yeah, just like that.” He covered her hand with his, showing her the rhythm—a firm, steady up and down, his thumb swiping over the bead of moisture at the tip. “You learn fast.”
A shaky laugh escaped her. “I’ve had a good teacher.”
He leaned down, bracing himself over her, and kissed her again. It was slower now, deeper, tasting of shared secrets and whiskey from earlier. His tongue dueled with hers, and she could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, leaving a wet streak. He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her neck, over her collarbone, lower. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, and she cried out, her back arching. His free hand played with her other breast, pinching and rolling the peak until it was a tight, aching bud.
All the while, his hips moved in a slow, idle thrust against her leg. She could feel the power coiled in his lean frame, the restraint.He moved lower, his breath hot on her stomach. His hands slid under her, gripping the backs of her thighs, spreading her wide. He looked at her, at the thick, softening length of her nestled in its damp curls, and his smirk turned wicked.
“I want a taste,” he said, and it wasn’t dirty talk. It was a simple, hungry statement.Before she could process it, he lowered his head. His tongue, flat and warm, licked a long, slow stripe from her base to her tip. The sensation was electric, completely alien.Jasmine gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets.“Alex…”
“Shh. Let me.”
He opened his mouth and took her in, just the head at first. The heat was astounding, wet and perfect.His tongue swirled around the crown, lapping at her slickness. Then he sank down, taking more of her into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing. She could feel the back of his throat.“Oh, god.” The words were a strangled moan. Her hips bucked, instinctively seeking more, and he held her down, his hands firm on her hips. He began to move, up and down, a slow, sucking rhythm that made her see stars. One of his hands slipped between her legs, cupping her testicles, rolling them gently in his palm.The other found its way to her breasts, teasing her nipple.
The dual sensations were too much, overwhelming in the best way. The shame was a distant memory, burned away by the pure, shocking pleasure of his mouth on her. She tangled her hands in his dark, tousled hair, not to guide him, just to hold on.His pace increased. The sounds were obscene, wet and sloppy, and each one sent a fresh jolt through her. The coil in her belly, so recently released, was already winding tight again, faster and hotter than before.
“I’m gonna…” she choked out.He hummed in response, the vibration traveling through her entire body. That was it.The final trigger.
Her orgasm ripped through her, a crashing wave that tore a raw, sobbing shout from her lungs. Her release spilled into his mouth, and he swallowed, sucking her through it until she was twitching, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
He pulled off with a final, soft kiss to her throbbing flesh, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were glazed, his own need evident in the tense line of his jaw.“You taste perfect,” he said, his voice gravelly. He crawled back up her body, his weight settling over her.His cock, rock-hard and leaking, pressed against hers. The contact, slick and hot, made them both shudder.
He reached between them, taking both of their lengths in one broad hand, rubbing them together. The friction was insane, a maddening slide of skin on skin.“Jas,” he breathed against her lips. “I need to be inside you.Tell me where.”
The implication hung in the air, thick and real. She knew what he was asking.The last barrier. She looked into his eyes, seeing no judgement, only heat and a question.“Yes,” she whispered, the word holding everything. All her longing, all her trust.He kissed her, hard. “Tell me.”
“My ass,” she breathed into his mouth. “I want to feel you there.”
He stilled for a second, then a groan rumbled from his chest.He fumbled on the nightstand, knocking a romance novel to the floor. The half-empty bottle of whiskey clinked. He found what he was looking for—a small bottle of lotion left behind from some previous trip.It would have to do.
He poured some into his palm, warming it, before slicking himself generously. His other hand traced down the curve of her spine, over the swell of her backside. He coaxed her onto her side, then onto her stomach, arranging a pillow under her hips.He knelt behind her, his hands spreading her open.
She felt the blunt, wet head of his cock nudge against her, not where she’d touched herself before, but lower, tighter. A spike of nervousness flashed through her, chased away by the utter certainty in his touch.
“Relax for me, baby,” he murmured, leaning over her, blanketing her body with his.He kissed her shoulder. “Just relax.”
He pushed forward, a slow, inexorable pressure. There was a burn, a stretching fullness so intense it stole her breath.She buried her face in the pillow, a high whimper escaping her.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with his own effort to go slow.She nodded, frantic. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He sank deeper, inch by breathtaking inch, until he was fully seated, his hips pressed flush against her.They were joined, completely. A union that felt forbidden and utterly right. He stayed there for a long moment, letting her adjust, his breaths coming in hot puffs against her neck.Then he moved.
He pulled back almost all the way, then pushed back in.The rhythm was established, slow at first, then deepening, quickening. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her. His hand snaked under her, finding her cock, which was hard again between her belly and the sheets. He stroked her in time with his thrusts, a perfect, counterpoint rhythm.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, their ragged breaths, and the soft, broken sounds she couldn’t stop making. The mirror across the room caught the frantic movement of their bodies, a chaotic blur of pale skin and dark shadows.
“You feel so fucking good,” Alex grunted, his control fraying.“So tight. Taking me so deep.”
His words, filthy and adoring, pushed her higher. The pleasure was a crescendo, building from where they were joined and radiating outwards.The coil snapped again, violently. She came with a choked scream, her body clamping around him, her release spilling over his hand.
It was the signal for his own undoing. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep and froze. A raw, guttural sound tore from his throat as he pulsed inside her, his heat filling her.He collapsed onto her back, his weight a warm, comforting anchor. They lay there, slick and spent, the only sound their slowing breaths mingling with the crackle of the dying fire.The storm outside had quieted to a gentle hush against the windows.
He pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. “Wow,” he whispered, the word holding the weight of the world.She couldn’t speak. She just turned her head, finding his lips with hers in a slow, tender kiss that promised this wasn’t over. It was just the beginning.