Page 27 of His Surrender
“Oh, fuck,” I said, as he slipped my cock between his lips. My whole body went limp, and I sunk into the mattress.
Yep. It haddefinitelybeen too long.
“I haven’t even gotten started, darlin’.” He stroked my base and continued sucking me, his gaze lifting to mine. The heat of his mouth held no comparison to the heat in his eyes, a raw hunger shining through.
I had assumed Jay would throw me on the bed, tear my clothes off, and rut against me like a sex-crazed beast. He did the opposite. He was aggressive in his movements, sure. His kisses were hard, and he had no problem flipping me over and positioning me how he wanted me—on my knees and facing the wall as he got behind me. But then he kissed my spine, the softness of his lips complementing the roughness of his fingers as they moved inside me, opening me for him.
“You ready for me?” he asked, gliding three fingers in and out of my ass, turning his hand as he did.
“Yes.” I gripped the sheet below me and dropped my head, pushing my ass against his hand. Seeking more. So much more. More of his touch and more ofhim. His hands on me, his voice, the soft brush of his hair as he leaned forward and gently bit my shoulder—I wanted—needed—it all.
When he withdrew his fingers, a small whine escaped my lips. I felt too empty. Aroused and aching, I stroked myself. He reached around and replaced my hand with his, kissing my back as he jerked me. When he stopped, I gritted my teeth.
He’ll be the death of me.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” Jay said from behind me, palming my ass cheek.
I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing his gaze trailing my naked body. It should’ve made me feel self-conscious, but it didn’t. He had a way of making the person he talked to feel like they were the only one that mattered—at least for the moment. He made them…me… feel special.
“What do you want to do about it?” I asked, moving my hips suggestively.
Emerald eyes shifted to mine. “You’re about to find out.”
He tore a condom from the pack, rolled it on his cock, and lubed it up. My legs quaked with the anticipation, as did my arms. I hung my head and breathed deep as Jay settled back behind me and placed a hand on my waist. The other hand was on his cock, guiding the thick head to my entrance. I had thought I was prepared for the thickness of him, but as he started to push inside me, I clawed the sheet and winced.
“Izvini,” Jay said, stilling. His tip hadn’t even fully breached me yet.
“What’s that mean?” I asked, trying to focus on my breathing, which somehow only made me tense up even more.
“I’m sorry,” he answered, moving his thumb in circles on my hip. “I’ll be more gentle.”
“No.” I turned to look at him. His hair fell into his eyes, and his lips were parted—a face built for sin. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
Because if he went slow and kissed me softly as he rocked into me, my heart would break the chains and try to make the night something it wasn’t.This is only a casual thing. Strictly sex.Feelings weren’t allowed to get involved.
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll remember me for days,” he said, taking a firmer hold of my hips. “But I refuse to hurt you to do it. Breathe. Focus on relaxing your muscles.”
I did as he said, and when I exhaled, he pushed a little farther inside. The sting was intense, but it lasted only a second before my body welcomed him.
“That’s it,” he said, rubbing my hip. “Perfect.”
“I feel like a stray dog you’re trying to usher from the bushes,” I said, laughing. “That’s it, boy. Just a little farther.”
His raspy chuckle reached me. “Then come here and let me give you a bone.” He shoved in deeper.
I moaned and arched my back. He smoothed his palm down my spine, speaking Russian. I had no idea what he said, but the words sounded encouraging. Sexy. And then he was thrusting into me. Hard. The bed squeaked with each forward motion, and the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room.
The feel of him was mind-numbing. His cock glided in and out of my tight channel, stripping me down to the basics. Every thought slipped away until I was left with nothing but the need to fuck and be fucked. That’s all that mattered.
“Harder,” I begged.
Jay fisted my hair and yanked my head back, bringing my upper body to rest against his chest. His lips brushed my ear before he murmured, “Is this how you want it?”
“Mhm.” I breathed heavily through my nose as he picked up pace, angling his hips to thrust upward.
“Tell me.”
“This is how I want it. Hard. Fast,” I said. He released my hair, and my head dropped forward. I tried not to moan too loudly since I was positive my neighbors could hear, but having sex with Jay was probably a once-in-a-lifetime thing. He wouldn’t want me again once he’d had me.
