Page 77 of Carry Me Home
“Good girl. Now play with your nipples. Show me how you like them touched. Talk me through it.”
It was one thing to put my body on display for him. Using actual words was something else entirely. The extent of my dirty talk wasyes, like thatorharder. I’d never done anything like this.
But then, I’d never been chased through a parade and fucked against a haystack, either.
I’d never given a blowjob in my parents’ foyer where anyone could have walked in.
Most of all, I’d never had anyone look at me the way Jack did, his gaze burning my skin like hot coals. Like he could look at me for an eternity and never want anything else. Like I was the moon, the stars, and the whole fucking sky.
That look gave me courage.
“I’m sensitive here, so I like it to start gently.” I circled my nipples with a feather-light touch and his eyes tracked the movement. Round and round I went, watching him watch me. Fuck, that was hot. “I like that. When I start to feel warm and restless, I squeeze. Just a little.”
He swallowed hard when I pinched my nipples lightly. “Like that,” I breathed.
“Does it feel good?” he husked out.
“Mmm,” I hummed, my eyes half-mast. “Sogood.”
My fingers twisted my nipples, making my breath quicken. Jack uncrossed his arms and wrapped his hands around the beveled edge of the dresser, like he needed something to holdonto so he wouldn’t fling himself at me. I loved watching his control deteriorate little by little. I felt sowanted.
My hands smoothed over the fullness of my breasts, plumping them up. I thumbed the little metal studs and my head tipped back on a moan.
The dresser creaked under Jack’s white-knuckled grip. His jaw popped under the strain of holding himself tethered. “Tell me about the piercings. When did you get them done?”
“These?” I flicked them again.
“Unless you have something else hidden away. But I think I would have noticed that.”
“No other piercings. Not yet, anyway.” I flashed a grin. “I got pierced a couple months before Maya’s third birthday.” Suddenly shy, I peeked up at him. “Maybe we should talk about this later. Over strip poker or something. I don’t want to ruin the mood and…I get if the whole mom thing is kind of a turnoff.”
Jack’s forehead furrowed and his head tilted like it took him a moment to understand the words coming out of my mouth. “Janie, nothing about you is a turnoff. Certainly not you being a mom. There’s literally nothing you can say right now that could make me want you less. I’m so hard right now I fuckingachefor you. So keep playing with your nipples, honey, and tell me about the piercings. I want to know everything about you.”
His words set off a shimmer of warmth through me. How could he be so sweet and dirty at the same time? I couldn’t get enough.
“I’ve always had sensitive breasts—in a good way. I loved having them touched and played with. I could get off on nipple play alone. Probably, anyway. I’ve never put that to the test.”
The way his gaze dipped hungrily to my fingers strumming my nipples, I had the feeling he planned to rectify that someday. “Is that a fact?” he said casually, and I shivered at the promise there.
I squeezed my thighs together. “Mmhmm. But when I got pregnant, suddenly I lost all that. My body wasn’t my own anymore. It was Maya’s. It grew her for nine months and then it fed her for twelve more. And that didnotfeel good. It took months before I could even tolerate wearing a bra without coating my nipples in lanolin first. After I weaned her, I thought I would never want anyone to touch me there again.”
“But you like it now.” His eyes flared as I tugged my nipples.
“It took over a year for it to feel good again. I kind of discovered it by accident. Just playing with myself.” I bit back a smile at his whimper. “So I decided, I wanted something to make me feel good. Just me. I wanted my breasts to feel like mine again after belonging to someone else for so long. The piercings might be fun for you to look at and play with, but the physical pleasure of them is all mine.”
Did I sound gleeful? Smug and self-satisfied? I didn’t fucking care.
Jack didn’t seem to care either, because he pushed away from the dresser and stalked toward me. I kept playing with piercings, my gaze locked on his, as he met me on the bed.
His hands covered mine, cupping my breasts, shaping them with his hands. “Fuck, your tits are magnificent.”
The words were profane, but they sounded reverent on his lips. I didn’t feel objectified; I felt worshipped.
His thumbs rolled the studs and then his mouth was there, hot and wet, his tongue sliding lewdly between our fingers to find my peaked nipples. I cried out and arched into his mouth. Pleasure coursed through me, heat rushing through every limb.
“Janie.” His lips were shiny and wet when he lifted his head. “Someday I’m going to make you come using only my fingers and mouth on your nipples. And then I’m going to fuck your tits untilIcome. But I’m not going to do that now because I need you to understand something.”
My brain had short circuited at the image of him fucking my breasts, so all I could do was stare at him blankly and ask, “What’s that?”
