Page 104 of Insincerely Yours
Jase fists the hair on the back of my head, forcing my eyes up to meet his as he breaks the kiss. “Does that feel likenothing?”
Mother.
Fucker.
He expects me to concede? To admit he has any effect on me or my body?
Screw that, and screw him.
Muzzling my fury, I reward the question with another shit-eating grin. “Yes.”
“Is that right?” He releases his hold on my hair, at least with one hand. It finds its way between my thighs at the hem of myskirt. The action isn’t rough, and Jase leaves me enough time to shove him back, if I want.
But there’s the crux of it all.
If I want.
I want to tell him to go fuck himself.
I want to show him he can’t get under my skin anymore.
I want to be free of his influence.
I want to let him know I won’t be bullied into backing down.
I started this game, and I want to win it.
So Idon’tdo anything, grinning up at him defiantly, even as his fingers brush further up the inside of my thighs until he reaches the apex. Still, he takes his time, pushing my panties aside, giving me every chance to stop this, but I refuse…
And instantly regret it.
Not because I don’t want his touch.
Because it takes everything in me not to reveal how much I revel it as his finger circles my clit. It isn’t demanding or rough, and that ghost of a sensation, teasing me but not fully committing, has my teeth clenching as I suppress a whimper.
I want him to add more pressure.
I want him to stop fucking with me.
I want him inside of me—
“Is this nothing?” he rasps, grinding the heel of his palm against me.
My mouth forms the word, but I’m not sure if anything leaves my lips. I’m too focused on not giving myself away, on not crying out, on not grinding myself against him in return.
But I must say yes, because he hooks my leg up near his waist and parts my folds, pressing two fingers inside of me.
I don’t even know why I bothered fighting. The second he reached my panties, he could feel how wet I was. Jase reclaims my mouth, pumping his fingers in and out of me, and when I can’t bite back my moan anymore, I finally let go. Rocking intohim, I meet his pace as he pumps into me faster and faster. Feeling a third digit enter me, my movements turn into all-out bucking, and when he curls his fingers, I’m gone. Unraveling.
The orgasm hits me so hard that all I can do is cling to him, trembling, as I clench around his fingers. Whatever sound escapes me is devoured by his mouth, and Jase only lets up when I’ve come back down.
But just barely.
The hand bracing my thigh comes up to hold my jaw. Jase doesn’t apply pressure, but the sight alone does more than earn my attention. It has goosebumps breaking out all across my skin as he grins down at me with a smile worthy of the Devil himself.
“You want to fuck Holbrooke and Blondie and every other guy in town?” he croons, nodding in the direction where Reed had left. “Go right ahead, darling. It doesn’t matter who’s inside you.”
He brings his mouth to my ear, the warmth of his breath making me shiver.
