Page 17 of Untamed

He caught my hands before I could clasp him in my palms. Forcing them behind me, he shackled my wrists together in one massive hand while grabbing my breast with the other.

“Don’t start being coy now.” Bending, he sucked the breast not in his hand into his mouth. I almost shrieked at the abrupt sensations that assaulted me, his tongue laving my skin, his teeth nipping at the tip, but most of all, the force he sucked with, so hard I felt a tug in the depths of my belly. Releasing me with a wet noise that shouldn’t have been sexy but was, he took advantage of the fact that I was sinking into the sensation to twist me around. He still held my hands behind me, but his front was to my back, his cock sliding through the cheeks of my ass.

Took advantage of? That was a joke. I could be kicking and screaming, and he’d still be able to make me do what he wanted with no more than one hand. The realization was dark and exciting.

“There’s something between us,” he said. I cried out as I found myself bent over the end of the bed. My cheek was pressed down against the sheets, my ass presented, and when he tugged my panties down and off, my lower lips were on full display. What must I look like to him, trembling from his touch, wet and waiting? “You pushed and pushed, made me want you so much that I cracked. So you’re going to get just what you pushed for. What we both want.”

I wanted to make some kind of smart-ass remark—my pride demanded that I not just accept his domineering talk without at least a token fight. But my pride had surrendered at the first sight of those massive arms.

I wanted him to give me what we both wanted. I wasn’t sure I could wait any longer.

Jasper placed one palm flat between my shoulder blades, pushing me into the bed. I assumed that his other hand was guiding his cock, because the head of his erection slicked over my entrance, making me buck back against him.

“I knew you were going to be wet.” His voice was smug. I moaned, a heart-rending sound, when he pushed just the tiniest bit inside of me, not even reaching the crown. Even with him in just enough to drive me crazy, his thickness started to stretch, uncomfortable in the most delicious way. “That’s good. Makes it easier for me to do this.”

I think I screamed when he pushed inside, one hard thrust bringing his hips flush with my ass. I squirmed, whimpered, tried to relieve the pressure, but he wouldn’t move, his weight pressing me down onto the bed.

My arousal grew as my inner walls stretched to fit him. By the time I’d gotten used to the intrusion, I was slicker than I’d ever been, my wetness audible as he pulled back slowly and again seated himself inside.

“Hear how wet you are?” Slowly out, fast in. His cock dragged over my inner walls, sparking to life nerves that I didn’t even know I had. “That’s for me. Say it.”

“It’s for you.” At that moment I would have said anything, anything at all just to get more. He liked hearing it, his movements speeding until it was all fast—in, out, again and again. With every thrust the bed thudded against the wall, a gasp escaping from my throat as I held on for dear life.

When my trembling legs gave out, he grabbed me by the upper arms, pulling me back. I cried out when he pulled me halfway across the room, his back slamming against the window.

His strong grip held me up when I would have fallen, his thrusts never stopping. From the corner of my eye, I noted that the curtains had parted a slice, that anyone outside could see the entire naked backside of the man driving my arousal to new heights, and all I could think was lucky them.

“You’re going to come for me,” he demanded, his movements slowing just long enough for one hand to find my breast. He stroked it, pulling on the tip, and I felt my orgasm shudder to life.

I was going to come for him—I could feel it closing in, a storm cloud about to burst. When those demanding fingers moved from my breast to my clit, I was already sobbing; it only took the lightest of touches, and I exploded.

He shouted as I tightened around him, barely leaving me as he moved with lightning-quick thrusts that took me deep. When he came, he grabbed my hips and bent me forward, claiming me as he slid so deep that it ignited a second release for me.

After what felt like an eternity of endless, drugging pleasure rolling through me, he eased himself out, and I immediately resented the loss. I sagged against his chest, still back to front, as he snapped off the condom and tossed it into the nearby garbage can.

Neither of us spoke—I couldn’t have, my breath was coming so hard. His arms slid around my waist as he leaned back against the window.

“Car—” I strained to hear what he said, annoyed by the noise that suddenly drowned out his voice. Drugged from orgasm, I noted, as if I were watching a movie, that several small, silver sparkles were dancing in front of me, sprinkling onto the carpet at my feet.

“Down!” My senses roared back to life as Jasper wrapped himself around me from behind. Pushing us to the ground, he rolled us across the carpet, ending with his body completely covering mine.

And then the window exploded, glass falling around us like stars.