21. Nessa

Nessa

H is hands were on me before the limo door shut behind us.

Our poor driver. He had to know what was about to happen in the back of this car. I would see to it that Jared tipped him like a sailor on leave . . . just as soon as he got me off. At least once, preferably twice, and if possible, in the next five minutes.

Without missing a beat, Jared dragged me across the leather seat and onto his lap, pulling me to straddle his thick thighs. I was suddenly very thankful I had decided on an A-line skirt with a deep leg slit. Somebody had clearly had easy access limo sex on the brain when they’d come up with the design.

His lips came down on mine, hard. His hands roamed my body, coasting over my shoulders, down my neck, and around my back before finally settling on my ass. With a handful of each cheek, he rolled my body over his.

While Jared mauled my mouth, we both gathered the layers of fabric around my waist, baring me from the waist down save for the scrap of lace covering my mound. The first brush of his fingers against my slit had me moaning into his mouth.

“Fuck, angel.” His groan reminded me of a wounded animal. “How are you always so fucking wet for me?”

I didn’t answer him, instead winding my hands through his hair and grinding down on his fingers. He cupped my pussy through the thong, rubbing the heel of his hand against me as we kissed again.

He licked into my mouth, matching every whimper with a throaty moan of his own. When he slid a thick finger inside me, I lurched off his lap, bracing a hand against the roof of the car.

“Oh god,” I cried out, gasping for air.

Maybe it was the strapless corset beneath my dress, or maybe it was the man working his finger in and out of my body with shallow thrusts, but either way, I couldn’t catch my breath. It felt like my heart might beat out of my chest at any second.

“I’m not fucking you for the first time in the back of a limo.”

My hips wiggled against his fingers. “I wouldn’t mind.”

His other hand glided up my ribcage before slipping inside the top of my dress and drawing out my breast.

“Fuck, angel,” he murmured against my throat while massaging my breast. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about these tits?”

Probably about as long as I’ve been dreaming about your monster cock.

It didn’t escape me—not even in my kiss-induced, delirious fog—that I had yet to see Jared’s penis. I didn’t need to. I had felt him pressed against my back, between my legs, and let’s just say, I was glad I had restocked my lube supply earlier this week.

I sucked in a breath when he used two of his fingers to pinch my nipple. Not too rough, just enough to send a zing of electric need to my clit. Fuck, it shouldn’t feel this good. I had never been this responsive with my previous partners, especially in the beginning, but that wasn’t the case with Jared. He worshiped my body like it was made specifically for him.

I rolled my hips into his touch while he lavished my breast with nips and kisses. “I’ve wanted you in my bed for months, and a quick fuck in the back of a limo isn’t going to cut it.” He added a third finger to my dripping cunt, stretching me wider. “I need you spread out and splayed wide for hours . Beneath me, on top of me, bent over the bed while I drive into you from behind.”

“ Yessss .” I whimpered. “I want that.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to get you off on the way back to your house, though.”

He wrapped his teeth around my nipple and bit down. Oh god. Pain quickly melted into pleasure as he swirled his tongue around the nip. The love bite he’d left on me last week had just finished fading. At this rate, I was going to look like the one hundred and second Dalmatian before the night was through, and yet, I couldn’t be bothered to care. On the contrary, a part of me wanted Jared to mark me. At least then I would wake up tomorrow with some kind of proof that this wasn’t a dream.

I clung to the pink tie around his neck with one hand and pressed the other to the limo roof, pushing back against the three fingers pistoning in and out of me.

“Come for me, angel.”

His thumb rubbed tight circles around my clit.

“Jared,” I whined, rocking my hips against his hand.

“Louder, Ness. I want every person in town to hear you scream my name.”

If you insist. I wasn’t usually one to follow orders, but I would make an exception for him. My head lolled back when my climax crested, washing over me like a tidal wave, and still his ministrations didn’t cease. Jared worked me through my orgasm, gently fingering me until a second, smaller peak ripped down my spine.

Fuck, the way this man turned my bones to putty.

His hot gaze watched me as I came down from my orgasm, a mix of awe and reverence.

“That was—”

“A good start,” he finished for me. “I’ve been a good boy, angel, and good boys deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. He pressed a quick kiss to my bruised breast before tucking it back into my top.

“Tonight, you’re my prize.”

It only took a few minutes to make it back to my house, just long enough for me to straighten out my dress and hair. Not that it mattered. It was more than obvious what we had been doing in the back of the limo.

By the time we made it inside the house, Jared had already removed his suit jacket and tie. He lost his shirt and belt halfway up the stairs to my room. It took both of us to undo the buttons lining the back of my dress. Jared peppered kisses down my spine after each one.

When I finally stepped out of it, his ocean-blue eyes flared. “Fuck, look at you.”

His hands coasted up my thighs. The feel of his rough, calloused fingers against my soft skin was enough to make me shiver.

“Are you cold?”

I bit my lip and shook my head.

He hooked his fingers through the sides of my panties and looked up at me, gauging my face for any sign of distress or fear. He wouldn’t find it.

“Just so you know, we get tested regularly for the team and I haven’t been with anybody since last December.”

I blinked back my surprise. “That’s—”

“I haven’t wanted anybody else since I met you, Nessa.”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. How did he always know the right thing to say? Even during the most vulnerable of moments, Jared had a certain ease about him, one that I still hadn’t perfected at thirty-four.

“I was tested after my breakup earlier this year,” I told him. “And I had a tubal ligation a few years ago, so I can’t get pregnant.”

“Okay.”

“But I still want you to wear a condom because . . . gross.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Whatever you want, angel. I’m serious. You can ride my dick until the sun comes up or lie back and let me eat this pretty pussy. Or we can order a pizza and watch more horror movies, so long as you protect me from the monsters.”

His hands coasted beneath my scrap of panties and over my bare ass. “I don’t care, so long as we’re together.”

Consequences be damned, at least for now. There would be plenty of time for overthinking tomorrow, but tonight, I wanted Jared Pink to rearrange my insides.

“I want you inside me.”

That was all the invitation he needed to work my panties down my legs. My corset came next, followed by his pants and, finally, his underwear. My eyes widened when I finally got a close-up introduction to the thickest cock I had ever seen. Or laid hands on, and yes, I did mean hands because Jared was a two-hander.

He really was hot and hard and hung all over.

“Lie back, angel.”

We climbed onto the mattress after that and let our tongues do the talking. For somebody with a year of pent-up passion, Jared sure did kiss me tenderly. With one hand, he grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head. The other went to my throat, applying gentle pressure—enough to make me squirm and rub against him like an animal in heat.

Finally, he reached for the condoms and lube in my bedside drawer.

“Mm, that looks like fun.”

“Huh?” I sat up on my elbows to see what he was talking about. My cheeks flamed when he held up my purple dildo. Pedro. That was the name he—er, it had come with.

“Would you let me fuck you with this, angel?”

“Turnabouts fair play.”

His eyes glowed.

“ Nessa ,” he growled through his teeth. “You can fuck me anytime you want.” I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled the condom down his cock. He followed it up with a squirt of lube that supposedly would make me tingle.

“But not tonight.” He came down over me, splayed my legs open with both hands—just like he had promised in the limo—and poised his tip at my entrance. “Tonight, I need to fuck this pussy.”

All humor vanished when he sank inside me with one smooth thrust. My eyes screwed shut as pleasure tore through me.

“Oh, fuck.”

Oh, fuck, was right. I was caught somewhere between exquisite pleasure and pain. He pushed my thighs back toward my chest, groaning when he slid in a little deeper. The fullness nearly stole my breath. I was bursting at the seams, stretched wide around Jared’s massive length.

“Am I hurting you?”

I forced my eyes open. He was staring back at me with equal parts concern and fierce need.

“No,” I told him. Uncomfortable maybe, but not in a bad way. “I just feel . . . full.”

He dipped down, brushing his lips over first my jaw and then my nose, like I was the most precious gift in the world. His gaze held mine when he resumed his thrusts. It didn’t take us long to find our rhythm.

His tongue plundered my mouth in time with the cock buried inside me. I pushed up to meet each punishing thrust, clinging to the handful of sheets anchoring me to the mattress. There was a good chance he might fuck me straight through the headboard if I let go.

“I’m not going to last, baby,” he said against my throat.

I tangled my hand in his hair and bucked my hips. “Then don’t hold back.” His eyes met mine, brows pinched together as if he were in pain. That makes two of us. He filled me again, this time flexing his ass and holding himself as deep as possible. “Fuck me, Jared. Fuck me like I’m yours.”