Under The Covers. Crystal Jordan

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СКАЧАТЬ him closer to the edge, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Cupping his palms around her ribs, he pulled her up until her back pressed to his chest. She reached back and fisted her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He suckled her bottom lip, scraping it with his teeth. She shivered, working her hips in time with his.

      Running his hands up her torso, he lifted her breasts and let them bounce down. They moved with each thrust of his hips. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging lightly. She laid her head on his shoulder, her back bowing to push closer to his palms. He let one hand slip down over the soft swell of her lower belly, dipping between her legs to stroke over the wet, heated lips of her pussy.

      “Now this is going to be really naughty.” Then he drew his hand back and smacked her hard little clitoris.

      “Jake!” she gasped, sucked in a breath, and snapped her head around to look at him. She choked and shuddered, arching her torso.

      Glazed shock was in her gaze, and he swatted her again. Harder. She panted, moaning each time he made contact with her slick, swollen flesh. Letting her head fall back against his shoulder again, her fingers clamped over his forearms, and her nails dug in. The way her inner muscles tightened around his cock made him groan. He knew she was close, and so was he. “Jake, I—”

      “Come for me, Dayna. Now.” He slammed his hips forward, shoving deep into her ass. He delivered a series of hard slaps to her clit, and she screamed, twisting in his arms. Her anus clenched around his cock, and that was all it took to push him over into orgasm. He came in hard jets, groans ripping from his chest.

      They collapsed forward onto the mattress, and he propped himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush her. As he sucked in air, his lungs burned as if he’d run a marathon. Leaning to one side, he reached between them to slide his cock from her body. They both groaned at the glide of flesh. Dropping his forehead against her back, he felt how shivers still rippled through her body. He smiled, kissing the back of her shoulder.

      He heard her swallow hard. “Jake.”

      Moving until he’d settled beside her, he tucked her hair behind her ear so he could see her flushed face. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”

      “I’m…I think I’m okay.” Her hazel eyes were still a bit stunned, and she blinked up at him slowly.

      He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He ran his hands over her bare back, just for the pleasure of touching her. “Good.”

      “Yeah, it really was.” She sighed, and her eyes closed, her body relaxing by degrees. He lay back against the pillows, sliding an arm under his head. His fingers drew lazy patterns over her skin.

      “Dayna,” he breathed. Damn, it had never been so good, so sweet, with anyone else. But no one else was Dayna. She was special. A warning went off in the back of his mind. No woman should be allowed close enough to be special, but sleep was already dragging him under, fuzzing his thoughts. He’d worry about it later. He sighed and closed his eyes, contentment he shouldn’t feel winding through his chest. Dayna curled against his side, her satiny flesh sliding over his. Her hand rested over his heart. He still had a smile on his face when unconsciousness claimed him.

      3

      Dayna yawned and stretched, rolling onto her side. Damn, she ached. Why did it feel like she’d strained every muscle in her body? Then reality returned, and her eyes flew open. Empty condom wrappers littered the nightstand and floor like garish confetti. Jake threw his leg over hers, his arms wrapping around her from behind.

      “Oh, my God.” Shock rocketed through her as memories of the night before flooded in. She’d had just enough alcohol to throw her control out the window, but not so much that she didn’t remember every erotic detail of fucking her brother’s best friend.

      Holy shit, what had she done?

      No, what was she still doing?

      Jake’s chest pressed to her back, pushing her torso forward a bit until her ass cradled against his groin. His long cock prodded at the entrance of her pussy, stretching her as he slid in one hard inch at a time. Her breath hissed out, and she clenched her teeth. The way he had her legs pinned together under the weight of his made his penetration sting, but her body was already heating and responding to his, morphing the burn of it into dark ecstasy. She couldn’t think; every thought, every protest, every reason she shouldn’t be doing this was ripped away in the whirlpool of sensation that sucked her down into the abyss. She scrabbled for the fleeing edges of her sanity. “Condom,” she gasped.

      A sleep-roughened chuckle answered her. “I put it on when I knew you were awake. We’re covered. Or, I am, actually.”

      Her fingers fisted in her pillowcase, and she breathed through her nose to push through the pleasure-pain as he worked the entire length of his long cock into her dampening core. She whimpered. “Oh, my God, that’s tight.”

      “Tell me about it.” A harsh sound burst from his throat, and his thigh tightened around hers. He eased halfway out of her and then pushed back in.

      Shivers skittered over her skin, fire and ice racing in the wake of the pain. God, she was so wet. The angle would be impossible if she wasn’t. Arching her body, she tried to free herself from the leg pinioning her. His arm held her in place, his palm stroking over her breasts, tweaking each nipple in turn. Desperation burned through her as the craving sharpened. She moved one hand, clamping it over his knee. The crisp hair stimulated her palm. “Let me loose.”

      “No.” He kept up that same slow, deep rhythm. It pushed her right to the edge without letting her fall over.

      “Then move. Go faster. Harder. Something.” Her nails sank into his flexing muscles, frustration clawing at her like a wild thing. “Damnit, move your ass, Taylor.”

      “Sorry, sweetheart. No dice.” The light calluses on the pads of his fingers rasped against the underside of her breast, adding another sensation to those threatening to overwhelm her. His lips brushed over the back of her neck, his short goatee tickling her skin and making her shiver.

      “Please.”

      His fingertips swirled up to tease her nipples until she wanted to scream. She bit her lip, raking her nails up his thigh. He just chuckled, prying her hand off his leg. “What’s in it for me? You’re just going to pretend this never happened as soon as we’re done.”

      It was true. She knew it. He knew it. Her chest heaved with panting little gasps. She shook her head, denying his words. At this point, she was willing to sell her soul to make him let her come. “I—”

      Burying his cock deep inside her, he stopped moving. “Don’t even bother trying to deny it. I know you too well. You’re a perfectionist.”

      Tears burned her eyes. He held her down, wouldn’t let her escape what he was saying, what he was doing, what he was making her feel. Terror exploded inside her, whipping together with the desire and pain and desperation. It was too much. She didn’t know how to take it all in. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t want this, yet her body wouldn’t be denied. A sob caught in her throat. “P—please, Jake.”

      “Has being so focused on perfection and being so uptight made you happy?” He twisted her nipple hard, demanding a response.

      Her lips pressed together, and she didn’t say anything. She СКАЧАТЬ