Chapter Nine
When Tia returned from her run, she felt drained. Sorry for unleashing her inner bitch on Jake. Horribly ashamed for sharing what she had made Chase do to her. Still as horny as the moment she had awaken in his arms, wanting nothing more than to find him, ride him, and come again and again. If she had guessed coming for him would make her this needy, she wouldn’t have gone there. Why unleash the tiger when it was safely caged? But her inner tiger was out, and damn Jake, she wanted him with a need deeper than hunger.
Would sex outside wedding sex make her heart bleed again? She hoped not, because she planned on having a lot of non-wedding sex for the rest of the weekend.
He’d left her a note in the kitchen telling her where he was—under the tree. Her knitting bag was on the counter as well, a hint for her to come and join him. She’d join him, but she didn’t anticipate much knitting getting done. Again, damn him.
So after a very quick breakfast and a rinse off in the shower, she grabbed her bag and walked out back. He was on the phone, so handsome as he laughed, and she wondered if he had called Kate after all. So much for banishing her. It hurt a little, but she went back to her fantasy cover story—she fucked him, she stayed alive—and the pain vanished.
He hung up and smiled up at her from his blanket. He was on his stomach, blue stocking feet in the air, and he looked more like a little kid than an international spy and man whore. “Have a good run?”
She shrugged and sat on the edge of the blanket, as far from him as possible. “Have a good chat?”
He rolled to his back and scooted to lean against his tree. “Chase says hi.”
Chase. Not Blondie. Tia frowned, not knowing what to think. “You didn’t—”
“No. I’d never go there, Tia. It was purely social. You’ll need to go there on your own at some point, though. You can’t work with him and not discuss what you did.”
“I know.”
“Good.” Jake shifted and crossed his legs. “So, Chase has been working on winning back Kate’s affection. He sent her a few cases of C-4. He’s hoping that will get him out of the dog house.”
“I didn’t realize he was in the dog house.”
“Oh. He sorta planned Kate’s pregnancy.” Jake went on to explain the basics, and Tia couldn’t help but feel sorry for Blondie, as much as she hated her deep down. She could also see now why Jake was so protective—Kate was pregnant, his best friend an ass. Even if he wasn’t in love with her, it was understandable for the partner part of him to rear up and breathe fire.
But it still didn’t make her status feel any higher up in his book. “Bad move on Chase’s part.”
“Yep.”
“Why would he send her C-4?”
“Besides to kiss her ass?” Jake hesitated. “Every one of our team brings something unique to the table.”
She sat on the blanket and took out her knitting. “Yeah? So? What’s so special about Blondie?”
“Have you heard the expression not the sharpest tool in the shed? Well, Kate is the sharpest tool in every shed, in every town, in the entire country. Kate is…a genius. A genius who makes bombs, in a nut shell. She’s working right now on explosive bullets and other evil scientist things. Someone was giving her a hard time about a C-4 shipment, so Chase made it happen.”
“Oh.” Tia felt even more shallow. Her image of Blondie as the traditional dumb blonde was just blown out of the water. The insecurity nagged at her, made her feel even more insignificant. She brought nothing to the table. “And this made her happy?”
“Immensely, I guess. Kate does love a good explosive.”
She assessed his golden sex appeal as he sprawled across the blanket and decided the conversation needed to be steered away from Blondie and how awesome she was. “And what do you bring to the table?”
“I have many skills, but Chase likes that I can go in anywhere. I can be as visible or invisible as needed, despite not being too bad-looking for a guy. That’s why Chase is the boss, you know. He is immediately recognizable. Memorable. Not a good thing for a spy.”
“He’s too pretty.” Chase was a gorgeous man, one who women immediately noticed and wanted. Everyone but her. Tia found Jake exactly to her liking, for a fantasy cover.
“Yep. But he’s a damned good boss. He notices everything, is always prepared, and has this sick sixth sense about intelligence resources.” Jake shifted and cocked his head. “You done being angry with me?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rip into you like that. I shouldn’t have told you my secret, either.”
“Honey, you can tell me anything. You needed to get that off your chest. It doesn’t change you from the woman I admire. Come here.” He patted his chest, and she crawled over and leaned against him. He put his arm around her, and they sat for a long moment, listening to the birds in the trees, his breathing even under her cheek. There wasn’t much of his skin showing. He had on a long-sleeved shirt, since the morning was still cool. But that didn’t stop his heat from warming her, beckoning to her.
He kissed her cheek and whispered, “You going to ever tell me why you can’t come properly, most of the time?”
Well, that took care of some of the heat. It wasn’t at all what she expected him to ask. “I came last night. Twice.”
“Yep. And we both know that’s not a given. That was the wedding sex talking. So what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want to go there.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not a pretty story.” She sighed, glad she didn’t have to look into his eyes at all. “I already told you one horrible story this morning. You don’t need another.”
“Most stories that are true aren’t pretty.” He stroked her hair in long, soothing strokes.
“No, but I’ve given you enough to think poorly of me. You don’t need more.” Maybe he did need more, though. If she pushed hard enough, he’d run. He’d leave. She didn’t know if she could take telling him, though. Too much pain, even for her.
“I’m already going be damned for eternity for all I’ve done, honey. I’d broken every important commandment but the adultery one until last month, and I finally trounced that last one right to hell. There’s not much you can say to shock me. And I’m sure as hell not going to judge you.”
“You didn’t commit adultery with her. Chase shared. It was legal in my book.” More legal than her adultery.
She felt him tense under her. “In my book, I committed adultery, and that’s the worst of my sins. So confess yours. You’ll feel much better.”
The idea of telling him, not to push him away but to make the pain go away, was intriguing. She hurt so badly again. Could she tell him? Could she trust him? She barely knew him out of bed, but she felt closer to him than she ever did to anyone else in her life. Would unloading this make her feel less pain, so she could suffer through the weekend easier? “I’ve never told anyone before.”
“Maybe it will help.” He wrapped his arms tighter around her, holding her closer.
She didn’t know if it would help, but what she finally hoped was, if she told him, he’d finally see who she was—what she was. If she told him, he wouldn’t want wedding sex any longer. That pain she definitely couldn’t handle. That was enough incentive in her book. “My mom wasn’t around much when I was a kid, you know? She…” She swallowed. She couldn’t tell him.
“It’s okay, Tia.”
His arm hugged her closer, and she found a little strength. “She was addicted to drugs, alcohol. And she was always out, getting high. She’d go through phases. She’d clean up for a bit, and my world was complete. She’d be the mom I was supposed to have. Dinner on the table, laundry done. Horseback riding lessons. But then she’d break up with a boyfriend or lose her job, and she would belong to the drugs again.”
“That’s a hard childhood.”
Tia shrugged, but she wished she were strong enough to agree. Yes, it was hard. When other girls dreamed of weddings, she dreamed of more of those days when her mom was sober and loved her. Those days were few and far between, especially as she grew older, and her mother saw her as a threat instead of a child. But it didn’t make what she did any better. “It’s no excuse.”
“Excuse me?” He stiffened a bit.
“It’s no excuse for what I did.”
He relaxed his tense muscles under her. “It’s probably nowhere near as bad as you think.”
Oh, it was every bit as bad as she thought it was. The thought of Jake seeing the real her terrified her less than the idea of more wedding sex, though. So she drew in a breath.
“When I was fifteen, she had this boyfriend. I thought he was a nice guy—very handsome. Dark-haired. Not too old—he was probably in his early thirties. He had a good job and offered her stability. He was nice to me. But then she got pregnant, and she lost the baby. And the drugs came back into our lives.”
“And?”
“And…” She swallowed and gritted her teeth. “Why is this so hard to face? I’ve killed bad men. I’ve conned more people than I can count in my lifetime, but I can’t tell you this?”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” He kissed her forehead.
“But I do, because then maybe you’ll understand.” She sucked in a breath and decided to take the leap. “My mother loved me when she was sober, and sober didn’t happen often. She started hitting me when she was drunk, and the things she said…I know it was the alcohol, but those things stay with you.”
She shuddered at the remembered pain, the tears, her begging. Submission for her had started early, in a bad way. “She had already accused me of sleeping with him—her boyfriend. She told me I was nothing better than a whore, and how did I like taking her sloppy seconds? She never accused him—only me. I don’t even know if he knew, because he worked second shift when she was home, drinking.”
She trembled, and Jake smoothed the hair at her forehead.
“But one night, she went out, and he was home for some reason, drinking alone, so sad. I knew how he felt, and he offered me a drink, and I took it. After two, three drinks, I hugged him, just to say I was sorry, and he kissed me. I should have stopped him—he was my mother’s boyfriend for Pete’s sake. But I just wanted to be loved, you know? And I was already taking the heat for it.”
Her mind flew back to that night, and it was Billy’s arms around her instead of Jake’s, though he’d been shorter, less muscular. Still very handsome. She shook away the memory, wanting Jake again.
“I remember him kissing my lips, and how it hurt because she’d hit me and her ring had cut my lip. But I also remember how good it felt for him to kiss me, and that hurt, too. In a different way. That was my first taste of sadomasochism. She’d hit me because she said I was lying about having sex with him. That kiss convinced me that if I was going to do the time, I wanted to commit the crime.”
“I’m sorry, Tia,” he said, sounding so sad. She had expected anger, for him to jump up and leave right then, but he stayed. And held her.
“You asked when the last time I had vanilla sex…He was my last true vanilla sex. It was wrong, it was exciting, and I came with him the second time. And after, I felt so cheap and dirty. I had become the whore my mother accused me of being.”
Jake shook his head. “You weren’t a whore, honey. That was statutory rape. He was an adult. He shouldn’t have done that with you. He got you drunk and raped you, in my book.”
He just didn’t get it. “I had wanted him, Jake. Pure and simple. And the next time she went out, he came back for more. This time, I didn’t want to be second best, because he had said he loved her, and I was just easing the pain for him. But what he offered was too much for me to say no to. Even though I was trash, in his arms I felt beautiful, and the orgasm he’d given me was something I tried to give myself, and it hadn’t happened. I figured it was fate. So he made me come, again, and then my mother walked in, and the shit hit the fan, big-time.”
Jake pulled Tia closer, so sorry he’d taken her here, to these dark memories. Once again, he’d underestimated her. He had seen Tia as a tough, masochistic girl, a cold bitch at times, insatiable in bed. Now he saw her for what she was—incredibly brave. Strong. And so insecure. Now he knew why wedding sex scared her, because he had tossed something she felt unobtainable in her face.
He felt like an asshole, a schmuck. A dick. He kissed her cheek and closed his eyes on a realization, one that made his heart want to bleed for her. “He looked like Chase, didn’t he?”
He didn’t need to ask—he knew the answer already. That’s why she had gone darker with Chase. A part of him that wanted to love Kate suddenly jumped ship and swam to Tia’s side. Kate had said she didn’t need him, but Tia did. Tia needed someone on her side. She needed…him.
“Yes. He looked a lot like Chase. But Billy didn’t hurt me. I think I wanted Chase to do so, so I paid for what I did.”
Jake nodded. It was twisted, but it made sense to him. He was starting to see a pattern with her masochistic tendencies, why she sought out some pain. If she was anything like him, she ran just as hard from other kinds of pain. Like love.
“But why then? Why Chase, then?”
“Because I’d started tracking down my mother two days before, wanting to know what happened. Wanting to make amends. Billy, her boyfriend, called me that day to tell me she had died the week before. I’d been too late, by a week.” She bit back fresh tears, refusing to cry. So brave, his girl. “He basically wanted to hook up again, and I couldn’t stand the pain. So I turned to Chase.”
“Why would you run from that pain only to have Chase hurt you? I don’t understand.”
“I don’t know. I told you I was twisted. There are different kinds of pain, both physical and emotional. The few times I’ve come at all, it’s been because that pain was laced with the pleasure. I guess that kind of pain never laced that way when I had a man inside me, though I tried.”
But she had come with him. “I didn’t hurt you during wedding sex.”
“It hurt. Trust me.”
“Emotionally?”
She didn’t meet his gaze as she nodded.
Jesus, he’d never thought of it that way—that something so pure and beautiful like their lovemaking from last night would hurt her enough to make her come. Jake held her tighter, wishing he could take her pain—the bad kind. She’d experienced so much of it. “Where did you go, when you ran away?”
“I had some money saved, and I looked older than I was. I got a job at a bar, waiting on tables. The guy who owned the place was my first Dom. I saved more money, moved on, found another Dom… He was a bastard and got himself arrested—hard time—or I would have stayed with him.”
“Why? Did you love him?”
Tia swallowed. “No. He was…he was my seventh circle of hell. I thought I deserved to stay in that hell.”
Jake blinked, and bit his tongue to keep from asking. From what she’d already said, any circle of her hell would be absolutely terrifying for him. He’d taken her deep enough for one day. He would lead her off that mental path to hopefully something safer. Away from hell. “So then what?”
“I got my GED and went into the service because I wanted to go on to college, but I couldn’t afford it. And when I finished my deployment, I ended up sleeping with the right connections to become an agent. I fucked my way here. Pretty story, huh?”
“You didn’t fuck your way here.” He hated that she felt that way about herself. She had a shitty childhood that would drive anyone to extremes. He knew it all too well, the extremes one could be driven to, even though his childhood had started out just fine. “Chase hired you because you were good.”
“Maybe. But maybe he felt he owed me.” She shrugged.
“Chase doesn’t think that way.”
She shrugged again. “What do you think of your role play wife now?”
He knew what she wanted him to say, and she was going to have to suffer the truth for a change. “I think she’s brave. I think she’s much harder on herself than she needs to be. I think she’s wonderful, beautiful, and special. And you deserve so much more.”
He rolled so he could look down at her, pinning her slightly. Her brown eyes glistened with unshed tears, and he marveled that she could keep them at bay this long. Maybe she had cried enough last night.
Jake stared down at her and what started as a niggle of fear escalated to full blown terror. Where would her next spiral lead her? If her last had almost left her dead in Chase’s arms, where could she go from there? She was his partner. His. And just as he’d been protective of Chase and Kate, and another agent, Charlotte, who he’d also helped out of a shitty life, that same drive for Tia now grew, flourished.
Jesus, he had to get her to stay on the right tracks somehow, because sexually, she was a freight train out of control. He had her now, but eventually she’d jump the tracks and leave him. What then?
Tia needed wedding sex more than she ever dreamed, more than he ever dreamed. He was convinced as hell. She needed to be loved, cherished. She needed to be first. Needed to embrace that emotional pain instead of the physical. He’d be damned if he’d lose her after all this. He couldn’t have that blood on his hands. He wasn’t strong enough.
Jake kissed Tia’s neck, feeling her pulse under his lips. He’d given wedding sex to her for an evening. Why couldn’t he for a weekend? He wasn’t opposed to marriage. It just wasn’t for his lifestyle. But he was home now, and the house rules seemed to agree with marriage. Come Monday, they’d sort this out, and he’d make damned sure she’d never let another man hurt her. But for the weekend, they would be committed to each other.
He kissed her forehead, nudging a lock of hair from her face. So beautiful, and his heart ached even harder for her. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you more.”
Tia sighed and turned her face away, unable to take the heat in his gaze any longer. He talked a good talk, Jake did. He made her feel beautiful, untarnished. Normal, if she didn’t take the whole masochist thing into account. But it didn’t solve her initial problem. His heart belonged somewhere else.
“I’m second best to you, Jake,” she reminded him softly.
“I’m second best to Kate. And I think you’re very sexy, very beautiful. I think you are smart, kind, and you may think you’re cold, but the real you is anything but. You’re warm and funny, and if I could learn to love a woman who wasn’t Kate, it would be you.”
So nice of him, like he was offering to trade brand names eventually, if he could stand the change. But a part of her understood where he was coming from. Love didn’t happen over a night of wedding role play. “I can’t wait around for you to learn.”
“You don’t have to wait. Just… I can be what you want me to be. Whatever role you want me to play. I’ll be your fantasy. Let me learn to love you, Tia. Even if it’s just for the weekend.”
Fuck him or die…
That wasn’t at all what she wanted to hear. For once in her life, she wanted the real thing, not the fantasy.
Tia stiffened, shocked. Now, where the hell did that come from? She frowned, surprised her inner voice would go there. Every day she lived a fantasy, lived a role. She’d confessed her sins, and it hadn’t chased him away. In fact, he seemed even more hell-bent on dragging her into wedding sex purgatory. Maybe that’s what she deserved. If Jake wanted to be her fantasy, so be it. She’d give in.
She brushed her fingers along his jaw, and he dipped his head to kiss her neck, then her collarbone. Right now, her heart ached, and beneath the pain, she had lust that wanted to be fed. In the past, sometimes she used sex to chase away the emotional pain as much as she did to bring the physical pain. If she made love to him, under his tree, she could banish the bad pain for a little while.
She should be doing something different—running again, baking cookies, because whoring herself to Jake to kill the ache seemed wrong, even though she’d done it countless times before. But it was the only way she knew to make it leave. It was a double-edged sword. It hurt so badly, but if she made love with him again, it was going to hurt twice as bad.
She leaned up a little and let her lips brush his, once, twice. So sweet, so simple. The pain lessened. She pulled away to study his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw with her fingertips. She couldn’t name the emotions that filled his blue eyes, and he leaned closer before she could delve deeper.
“Kiss me,” he commanded hoarsely.
She brushed her lips on his again and he returned the gesture, his mouth just as gentle. She sucked his upper lip between hers, then his lower, then slanted across both, the fire in her belly growing. He finally touched her lips with his tongue, and she parted for him, the jolt of pleasure as her tongue touched his electrifying. Who knew something so simple could be so erotic? His tongue tangled with hers, and she gasped into his mouth, the fire in her belly flaming into an inferno that dipped to her pussy.
She ignored the growing need and let him explore her mouth at his leisure, so slow, still gentle. His mouth tasted the corner of her lips, then nibbled along her jaw, down to her neck. Strong fingers undid one button, then two, parting the material of her shirt, and she almost shook at the sensation of the pads of his fingers trailing between her breasts. He’d never undressed her before, shy of taking the nightgown off over her head. There’d never been any need for seduction.
He paused, as if assessing her charms, and kissed the top of one breast, then the other. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Your breasts are perfect. You’re perfect.”
Years ago, she had learned never to believe a spy. But today, she wanted to believe Jake.
She framed his head in her hands and held him close, and he responded by pressing his lips harder to her skin. He palmed her breast, his thumb passing over her nipple with the slightest touch. Her breath hitched, and it took every ounce of strength not to thrust her chest into his large hand. He undid the front clasp of her bra and freed her breasts, the blue material falling to the side.
He traced under the swell of her left breast and along the underside of the right and then cupped them, his thumbs so close to her nipples. His breath was hot along the skin. He drew her left nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue toying with the peak. Moisture flooded her panties, and she shifted her hips just a bit, angling so his groin came in contact with hers. His cock was already hard as he ground against her.
He lifted his head. “You want something more?”
“More?” She wiggled her hips under his, need taking over. “Whatever you wish.”
“Role?”
She hesitated. After all, she had told him she didn’t know what she wanted, except for him to make love to her so the pain would go away. But she went back to the fantasy, where he was her cover—fuck him or die. He should call the shots. “Whatever you want.”
“I want to be married to you for the weekend.”
The pain in her heart increased ten-fold, and she drew in a deep breath. Fuck him or die didn’t seem to be working at the moment. “Oh. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
He sucked her nipple, the suction intense, and then let it pop from his mouth. “It’s a perfect idea. Then you’re first. I’m first. You’ll come hard all weekend and maybe the emotional pain will leave. When Monday comes, we can decide where this goes.”
She already knew where their relationship had to go. If she were brave enough, she’d face Chase and get him to give her someone different for a partner. Or work alone. But she wasn’t brave. It had been all she could do to sit in a room alone with Chase during an interview, despite the fact he had been ultra professional and never once hinted of their past. So she was stuck.
But Jake had asked, and she didn’t have the voice to tell him no wedding sex. As much as it hurt, she’d give it to him because… She thought for a moment as he caressed her body and made her feel so beautiful and cherished. That was exactly why. Even though she was second best, he still did a damned good job of making her feel whole. Beautiful. First. And she needed that, in the worst way. For the weekend, only.
“Fine. I’ll be yours, but for the weekend only.” It killed her to do this, but it had to be done. “We go back to work and it’s over, Jake. I can’t sleep with you and be your partner. It didn’t work with Blondie. When the weekend is over, we both move on. I become nothing to you. Nothing but work.”
He frowned. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to figure this out.”
He nodded but looked a little like she had crushed something inside him. Why would he care? He fucked women and left them all the time. He was a player. A man whore. A male version of her.
Jake nodded again. “But I want this for the weekend. I think you need it.”
She still didn’t agree, didn’t feel it was a good idea. If a night of being first was hard, how would she survive come Monday morning when she was nothing to him? It killed her to know as much as she had seen in her life, she wasn’t brave enough to just end it, now, before she got hurt.
The tough girl in her sighed and went back to pretending. Fuck him or die—it seemed to be working again. “Whatever you want.”
Jake reached around the tree and dragged something back. “I have something you might like.” From a bag, he pulled out something jingly.
“Nipple clamps?” She looked closer. “Those are mine. You went through my stuff?”
He laughed. “Please. You went through mine, I’m sure.”
She glared, but yes, she’d gone through his bag briefly before she showered. He had nothing of interest except she really liked his knife. It was part of being a spy, knowing what the other was up to. The one with the most knowledge won. But she was quickly losing this game.
“I don’t think clamps are vanilla.” But she trembled a little at the thought of him using them. This was the pain she sought. Good pain that would hopefully overshadow the ache in her heart and make it go away. Everything else they had done together had been so much more intense than at the club—clamps had to go the final distance.
As if to prove that, he dipped his head and sucked her nipple. The nub hardened under his tongue and teeth until it was ready. She kept her eyes closed as he applied the clamp, the sweet sting following and bringing a gasp to her lips. He began the same to the other nipple, and she sighed with need when he gave an experimental yank on the connecting chain. Yes, this is what she wanted. Needed.
“Then your vibrator is off limits, too? The butt plug?”
Nothing was off limits to him. If he wanted this, he could have it, for the weekend only. She thought for a moment. “If you use the plug, and we do it missionary style, doesn’t that cancel out the kink? The position alone is vanilla enough to follow the rules.”
His grin was so naughty it took her breath away. “I think that’s perfect logic.” He tugged the chain connecting the two clamps together, harder than the time before.
Bliss flew on the wings of the sting, the pleasure echoed by the throbbing of her pussy.
“Would you come for me if I licked your pussy?” He tugged her chain again, and her lust intensified.
She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. This was the pain she could handle. That she wanted. Bring it, bad boy. “I’d rather you be inside me.”
“I’ll end up there, don’t worry.” He kissed a path between her breasts, using his mouth to tug her chain again. She arched off the blanket but bit her lip to keep quiet.
“Moan for me. You’re too hard for me to read, wife. I want to know when my tongue is a green for go. If I have to ask you what color you are, I’ll punish you. If you fake an orgasm, I’ll punish you harder. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She’d never been vocal. Never wanted more than what she was given.
“Yes, what?” He tugged the chain again.
“Yes, Husband.” She moaned, wanting to please him.
He sucked the clamp and her nipple, and she obeyed by making a soft sound in the back of her throat. She wanted his fingers inside her pussy, sliding, pounding deep as he would later with his cock. Then his mouth continued downward, lapping her stomach. He unbuttoned her jeans, tugged at her waistband, and she lifted her hips so he could slide the denim down her legs.
He shucked his jeans and shirt and returned to the blanket, golden and naked. He rested between her thighs again, his breath hot on her slit. He blew out and she jumped.
“I have a new rule,” he informed her as his tongue darted out to tap her clit.
“I don’t think the house likes new rules,” she said on a gasp as his fingers replaced his tongue, strumming her hard nub.
“This is a husband rule. I don’t want you to wear any panties for the rest of the weekend.”
“That’s it? Any good Dom does that.” Thank God, a rule she could handle.
“Well, I am not anyone’s Dom here, so no panties unless they are crotchless. I want to finger you, fuck you, or lick your pussy at any time.”
He slipped two fingers inside her cunt and pumped gently, as if to prove a point. She rose into his hand, welcoming the thickness of his fingers.
“You had a skirt in one bag. I want you to wear that, so I can love you all weekend, whenever, wherever. You can wear jeans when you ride and shorts or something to run, but I want access to your pussy when I wish to have it. Would you like that?”
Maybe this wasn’t a rule she could handle. Her mind didn’t like it one bit. They’d end up fucking like newlyweds. On the table, on the porch, on the stairs… The thought of him creeping behind her and caressing her folds as she cooked dinner made her pussy wet, needy. His fingers were already sliding into her core easily, but now the wetness dribbled down the crack of her ass and her need ratcheted up a level. No panties might be as bad as wedding sex.
“I guess you would like that,” he said with a smug smile as he explored the growing dampness, his fingers making wet noises as he pumped them in and out. He lowered his head. “You are going to taste so good.”
He gave his own moan as he sank his tongue alongside his fingers, lapping her juices. His finger toyed with her clit, then caressed her outer lips. His tongue danced back up to her clit again, and this time, when he sucked, one hand snuck up and tugged the nipple chain.
“Oh,” she breathed, suddenly so close to coming, and he’d barely nibbled at her.
“You going to come?”
“I’m so close.” The waves inside her core crashed with wild intensity, like the pounding of the ocean, threatening to toss her overboard.
“I want you to come, around my fingers, against my mouth. When you do come, you are to say my name. Keep your legs open.”
Keep her legs open? She wanted to clamp them to his head as it was and ride his face. But his wishes prevailed hers. She spread her legs wider, so when she finally came she’d be able to please him. It didn’t take long. He sucked her clit, gave two hard tugs on her chain, and the thrill of pain sent a shock straight to her pussy, igniting her core into flaming orgasm.
“Oh, Jake,” she said, and the first wave of pleasure was wrung from her core.
He withdrew his mouth and fingers as the second spasm started, and she moaned in disappointment. But he swung up and over her, slamming his cock into her pussy as the muscles contracted again, taking her pleasure to a new height.
“Oh,” she breathed again, and his smile was smug as he took the chain between his teeth and tugged. Another orgasm appeared on the heels of the last, and she bucked against him, mashing her clit into his pubic bone, driving him deeper, harder as her muscles clenched.
“Say my name, wife,” he mumbled around the chain.
“Husband,” she moaned, her toes curling with satisfaction, her pussy spasming around his hard cock. She floated in that happy place, the one with no pain, with nothing but joyful shocks racing through her at mach speed. He thrust harder for a few beats and then he stilled. “Aren’t you going to come, too?”
“In a moment.” He dropped the chain and sounded odd, so she opened her eyes to see him looking over her shoulder at something. He resumed pumping, but it was obvious his mind was no longer on how good sex with her felt.
“Kate,” he murmured, and he might as well have chucked ice water in her face.