Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

I t was killing him to hold back, to make sure she really knew what she was doing. His body kept urging him to pounce on her, take her, cement the bond between them. He was being controlled as much as she was, and that made it hard to think about anything but need.

His cock, painfully hard, pushed against the front of his jeans, demanding release, but that part he knew how to control. Any man his age could control his libido if he wanted to. This was something else entirely.

The bond brought a combination of physical, mental, and emotional stress to bear on the couple as it tried to pull them together. His mother had warned him that it wouldn’t be easy to hold back, but that didn’t even begin to describe the way every cell in his body seemed to pull at him, urging him to make it final.

He didn’t want her to regret it later. Didn’t want it to ruin what they might have, if she felt like she’d been trapped. That helped him, a little, when he reminded her of what would happen if they had sex. It gave him the strength to allow her one last chance to change her mind, and he held out against the bond, but he couldn’t hold out against her.

“ Please , Jacob? I can’t wait anymore.”

Her words were like velvet sliding over his skin. They grabbed at him, hot and demanding, and he groaned. After that there was no way out for either of them.

When his hands faltered on the buttons of his shirt, he ripped it open and threw it to the floor. The jeans weren’t as easy to tear, so he forced himself to work the button and zipper with shaking hands. Every second of delay felt like hours, especially when she was already naked.

“I thought my clothes were the ones in danger,” she said, laughing as she dropped back on the bed. Her body stretched taught, one arm over her head.

“No, I’d just feel bad about ripping yours. I don’t care about mine.” His gaze was drawn to her breasts first, and then traveled the length of her body. He swallowed hard and shoved his jeans down to free his erection.

Her eyes went straight to the hard length, and her tongue slid across her bottom lip. She certainly didn’t look disappointed. If anything, she looked possessive. He couldn’t help picturing his cock between those lips, thrusting into her mouth, and it nearly made him spill where he stood.

He had the presence of mind to take his glasses off and set them safely out of the way, before he hurried to kick away the jeans. That part would have gone smoother if he’d taken his shoes off first. There was an awkward minute needed to sort that out, and then he joined her in the bed.

In an ideal situation they would have talked to each other, hands stroking over bare skin, as they brought on the excitement with teasing touches and kissing.

This wasn’t an ideal first time.

Days of fighting against the near-constant arousal while the bond tried to force them together had worn him down. Added to that were the nights of sleeplessness, and his own personal problem of walking around with his dick hard and pretending it wasn’t an issue.

The magnetic attraction had brought them no peace, and now that they were together, there wasn’t room for slow and gentle. He might have tried anyway, if she’d encouraged that, but she’d been suffering as much as he had.

Her skin was flushed and warm to the touch. Her eyes seemed to glow with eagerness, as she reached for him. One hand slid down to grip his cock, pulling like it was a leash. “Please,” she repeated. Her voice was soft, breathless.

Jacob wasn’t used to just rushing in. Foreplay was often of a kinky nature, and he tried to balance the sting and burn of those activities with pleasure before he got to the fucking. But he didn’t even know what she liked yet. Pain was vague. There were all kinds of pain.

And there wasn’t time for hours of exploring now, not when it felt like they’d both been edging for too long. “Normally I’d go slow and—” His words cut off as her hand tightened around his shaft and pumped it up and down aggressively.

The look on her face almost dared him to even try to go slow. He narrowed his eyes. “If you keep that up, you’re not going to get much out of this.” It was a bluff, of course. He’d be hard again in a few minutes, but the warning slowed her hand a little anyway.

He groaned and closed his eyes as he tried to focus. “God, you’re such a fucking brat.”

A slow smirk curved her lips up at one side. “I can be. And if you keep trying to slow things down, I’m going to get worse. I want you inside of me.” It couldn’t be seen as anything but a demand.

“You know, there are other holes you wouldn’t find as satisfying, smart ass.” The words came out with a hint of a growl, and suddenly he was flipping her over on her belly and landing a light slap on her ass.

She gasped and squirmed as a moan slipped out of her. The sound invited another slap. He put a little more sting into it. After all she’d said she liked a little pain, and she had a beautiful spankable backside with full round cheeks.

It was obvious she wasn’t new to being spanked. She lifted her ass, begging for more, and he would have loved to spend hours spreading a palette of pinks and reds across her skin. Another time perhaps, when they weren’t both ridiculously overstimulated. “Up on your knees, Elizabeth. Arch your back.” He gave her one more good smack to get her moving, but she didn’t really need the encouragement.

“This is more like it,” she said in a low voice as she pushed her backside up, presenting it.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear it or not, but he laughed. “When things aren’t so… intense, we’ll have a good long session, and see if you can learn to get that mouth under control.”

“Don’t bet on it.” She pushed back, trying to grind against him.

He gripped her by the hips, holding her still as he positioned himself. And then one hand moved down to guide his cock between her pussy lips. “Hmm, I wonder how you’d enjoy being tied down and edged for hours.” He attempted to sound teasing, since he wasn’t sure how much dominance she could handle yet, but he could hear the strain in his voice as the slippery heat caressed him.

“Edging. Isn’t that what the bond has been doing to us all week?” She had a point.

She was soaked, absolutely dripping with arousal, and he slid through her folds easily. He angled the tip of his cock to stroke her clit, circling it until she began making low desperate noises as her hips rocked.

He wanted her to come for him first. He wanted to push her over the edge and then work his way into her while her pussy was still clenching, but he hadn’t been left with enough control for that. Just the sound of her pleasure as she crept closer was enough to have his balls tightening and pulling up. He could feel his own orgasm building, and he didn’t want to waste it.

He drew in a deep breath, pulled back to position himself at her entrance, and began to work himself into her body with shallow thrusts that gradually deepened. Lizzy panted and gripped the quilt as he pushed into her one inch at a time.

She wanted more, it was obvious by the way she kept trying to shove back to meet his thrusts and take him deeper, and she would get it. When he was ready. He had enough control for that… maybe.

“Jacob… damn it! Stop playing with me,” she growled.

“Be patient, Elizabeth. It’s coming.” He pinched her thigh.

In a lower voice she said, “That’s what I’d like to be doing.” The retort didn’t go unnoticed.

She really was a firecracker. Full of sass and vinegar, just his type. And one day he’d enjoy taming that side of her, but for now… she was going to get what she wanted, because they both needed it, and more, because the bond demanded they seal the deal.

Jacob pulled back, almost leaving her body entirely and then thrust with a hard snap of his hips that rocked her forward. He needed a second to revel in the feel of being in her, the slippery silk stroking him on all sides, the intense warmth that cupped and held him.

He took her by the hips, holding her, and pulled back again for a second deep thrust. The feel of pushing into that wet heat was indescribable. She welcomed him in, working her muscles around him and taking every inch until he was buried to the balls.

His cock throbbed and strained to move, but he held himself still, ignoring its demands, and the way Lizzy squirmed and tried to do the work for him. It was more teasing that neither of them needed, but without the pause to adjust to how fucking good it felt, he was in danger of coming before he’d even gotten started.

Only when the edge receded a bit did he finally begin to move, and this time there was nothing slow about it. If his fingers hadn’t been gripping her tightly, she would have been knocked flat by the rapid-fire pounding when it began, but she quickly caught his rhythm and began to match each thrust by throwing herself back.

His stomach slapped against her ass every time they met. His balls swung forward to tap her clit in time with their rocking, and she moaned, spreading her knees to give them better access.

He jerked his hips with a steady quick rhythm that had him plunging in and out of her body. She tightened around him, making it harder, making him work for it and he groaned. “I want to feel you come around my cock. Reach back, play with your clit.”

She obeyed eagerly. Her hand slipped between her thighs and began to play with herself as she made sexy little gasping sounds. The way she writhed made it clear she was almost there, and he encouraged it with a few spanks. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it,” he demanded.

He could feel her muscles tighten, feel the way she angled her hips and arched more until the climax took her. She cried out and stopped moving. Her pussy spasmed, grabbing at him and it was suddenly more difficult to pound into her. He had to slow down and fight to hit the deepest parts of her, but the friction was glorious.

“Fuck! Fuck, yes, that’s perfect!” He might have shouted the words, but he barely noticed. His cock kept slamming home, driving into her body with single-minded purpose, while her pussy pulsed around the length.

But he wasn’t going to let her lie there, whimpering with pleasure shocks, while she left the rest to him. He let go of her hips, reaching over her to grab her hair at the base of the neck. Pulling it tight felt right. It felt primal and echoed what he’d done in goose shape.

She had no feathers now to pull, but she had a beautiful thick mane of hair, and he used it to drag her back into the dance.

Panting, she began to move again, rocking back with slower, more languid motions. But the first orgasm had just opened the door. He could tell another was building by the way her breath started to hitch as her rolling motions quickened.

He was so close that his balls were aching, but he wanted at least one more orgasm from her. Wanted to hear the sweet cries that would tumble from her lips as he fucked her relentlessly. Part of him, deep in the primitive places of his brain, probably wanted to outdo the goose and show her that the man had stamina.

The wet slurping sounds of sex were nearly drowned out by her moans, which were getting steadily louder as he thrust and thrust, claiming her with each snap of his hips. And every time she seemed about to collapse, he yanked her hair, because he liked how she reacted to the pulling.

She drove herself back on his shaft, fucking him as much as he was fucking her. Words spilled from her lips in a continuous chain. “Ohmygoddon’tstopdon’tstop!Yessss!” It got less coherent as it continued, though he did hear his name mixed in a few times.

That did something to him. Hearing her cry out his name, while she was blitzed on pleasure was probably the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. And when the next orgasm rolled through her, he couldn’t hold out any longer.

He could feel the ripples going through her core. Her muscles stroked and milked his shaft, as he tried to continue with a few more erratic thrusts. The waves of pleasure radiated through his body, until his heart thundered in his ears. It was so loud; he couldn’t hear anything else.

The pleasure seemed to go on for an eternity, and even when he ran out of strength to move his hips, it continued. It was beyond anything he’d felt with another woman and his mind fractured with the power of it.

He softened and slid from her body with a sucking sensation that made him twitch, and still his body pulsed with electrical shocks. The world was fuzzy and out-of-focus. Everything had receded… except her. Her body was sprawled, limp and shuddering, and just as vague as the rest, but he could feel her in his mind.

The pleasure rolled from her body to his, and back again. It held them there, at a fever pitch, until something snapped into place like a whip crack. It snatched them both up and slammed them down, knocking the air from their lungs.

Jacob’s mind and hers, for one terrifying second, overlapped. Everything she’d thought, and felt, and seen in him was exposed. He knew she was being treated to the same from his side. Maybe he would have been embarrassed or worried about that, but how could he be when they’d both been stripped down to the soul.

But the second finally ended. They were slammed back into their own bodies, and he collapsed on the bed beside her. Unable to move, barely able to think, but aware that there was now a solid connection between them.

If his mind hadn’t been frazzled, he might have tried to unwrap what had just happened. No one had warned him. They’d only said the bond was permanent, that it was hard to break. They hadn’t… explained why.

He wasn’t sure how long it was before he was able to move. He didn’t even try for the longest time because everything ached and throbbed. But the first thing he did when he started to get some strength back, was turn his head so he could look at her.

“Well, that was… something.” The whisper was raw, ragged, and filled with gravel.