Page 34 of Magpies & Mayhem
“Yes!”
His hand smoothed down my belly, brushing across my skin to my hips and thighs. The pressure disappeared from my back, and he jerked the towel out from between us, only for his hand and solid weight to reappear between my shoulder blades. “This is what you like, isn’t it?” It wasn’t really a question. It was a tease. His other hand was hot but comfortable as he reached down my leg, caressing the back of my thigh and trailing lightly along the sensitive skin behind my knee. He made his way up the back of my leg and slid his warm fingers briefly through my slit.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, and rolled my hips.
He groaned into my back and rewarded me with a hint of more pressure. “Yeah, you like that. I can smell how much you do. You’re so wet for me.”
I. Was. Riveted. Between his dirty talk and his scorching fingers taking turns circling my clit and dipping inside me—but not providing quite enough pressure—I was already gasping for breath and hyper-focused on everything he was doing. Jordan’s chest replaced his hand as the weight on my back, and I could feel his shallow hot breaths against my neck. I surged up against him with my hips, searching for the bulge that I knew would be there. “Take me, Jordan.” My words came out husky and hoarse.
His dark laugh turned into another groan. “You want me to rut you like an animal? That’s not part of our game.” The kiss I felt him press against my temple almost made me orgasm from the sheer shock of it. He shifted against me, and I heard his belt buckle clink and then hit the floor. “But if I don’t take these off, you’re going to soak right through them.” Muffled sounds of him stepping out of his pants preceded a darkly amused, “One quick taste.”
I nearly came off the bed when his wet mouth met my opening. My harsh gasp filled the room, and I fought to contain my squeal as he began tonguing my clit, gently at first and then more firmly with each lick. I don’t even know what I did with my legs that caused him to laugh and push them down, followed by a soft slap against my rump.
“You’re supposed to stay where you are,” he said against my shoulder as he took his place over me again. One hand snaked its way under me and grasped my breast, rubbing and groping, rolling my nipple with his fingers. I moaned—realized I’dbeenmoaning. I was being embarrassingly loud and there was nothing I could do about it.
His chest was the same temperature as usual, and his arms felt normal too, but his palm on my tit and the fingers he slid into my core from behind felt feverishly warm and made it so I couldn’t focus on anything but his hands. He hooked his forefinger around my clit and pushed his thumb inside me, pressing and rubbing at the sensitive flesh behind my clit. My mouth dropped open in a wail as I bucked against him, pressing back against his hand, thrashing beneath him on the bed.
“That’s right,” he gritted out. “So fucking hot. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
I was so out of my mind for this man. When he released my body to gingerly brush back the hair that had fallen in my face, I used my arms for leverage on the mattress and shoved my ass against his groin, grinding on him and trying to get a response out of him. The soft skin of his erection rubbed between my inner thighs so tantalizingly close to where I wanted him. The feeling was so lewd my grin was uncontainable.
“Damnit, Sidney,” he hissed. One arm came down beside mine on the bed as he covered me again, giving in and grinding against me. His movements were jerky and short like he was fighting them, but I wriggled harder, daring him to take me, arching my back and presenting myself to him with a secret Cheshire grin. “You’re cheating,” he growled. Jordan wrapped his arm around my hip to thread his fingers between my legs and over my clit again, before shoving me back into the bed with his body.
“Do it,” I dared him. Taunting. Demanding. Pressing. All I could focus on were his fingers milking my clit with their abnormal warmth and the growing heat of his cock as he ground it against my rump. When he shifted and grasped my breast with his hot palm again, I felt myself beginning to crest an orgasm and squealed.
He finally snapped, jerking my hips back and lining himself up. I arched further into him and fought to spread my legs wider as he entered me, gasping and grunting as he pushed his way in. “Is this what you want? You want my cock inside you?” He was so warm that it intensified every sensation, each movement. It was exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and I came apart underneath him, whimpering through my orgasm. I was limp as a rag doll as he continued to thrust into me, languid strokes paired with slow movements of his fingers meant to draw out the final curling contractions of my climax.
“Do you think we’re finished?” he asked quietly.
Chapter 22
Iglancedathimover my shoulder to find an expression of hunger on the haughty lines of his face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes hooded but sharp, almost daring me to give him sass while he had me pinned to the bed and skewered on his hard length. I opened my mouth to respond, because I willalwaystake that bait, but I promptly forgot my retort when he snapped his hips against mehard. My jaw went slack at the pressure. He was so deeply inside of me that I lost all semblance of rational thought. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he straightened, his own gaze trailing down my body while he pumped into me, eventually locking on the place where we were joined. The haziness of ecstasy that flooded his expression told me he liked what he saw, and his motions slowed as he watched himself penetrate me, savoring the moment.
I clenched my core to give him a naughty jolt, and the choked sound he made wasdelicious. He instantly doubled over, giving me his weight again, and began plunging into me like a man starved. His ragged breathing matched my own, and the pressure in my core quickly ramped up to another tipping point. Both my heart and my body felt so full of Jordan, and I realized I wanted to keep him here just like this, inside of me, forever. That was a dangerous thing to want. He seemed to want the same thing, with as deeply as he was sheathing himself. I clenched my core again and heard him wheeze, and the eager grin on my face let him know I’d done it on purpose. He thrust harder, until my body was heaving farther onto the bed with each movement, my nipples scraping the textured, soft wool blankets as I gripped the bed to try to hold myself still.
He slid his fingers into my hair, gripping the strands firmly against my scalp with gentle pressure. “Is this good?” he asked after a second of hesitation. I was too preoccupied with his hips slamming into mine to answer. “Hm.” He released my hair and shifted his weight before sliding his other hand up my throat to frame my jaw with a firm squeeze. My shameless squeal told him all he needed to know about my feelings on the erotic act. He gave a brusque chuckle. “Nope, this is what you wanted,” he growled into my ear as he continued to pound into me.
My heart was racing as I orgasmed so hard, I think I blacked out. He pumped with rough, shallow strokes on his race toward his own climax, releasing all the intensity that he usually kept so carefully contained, and I loved every ounce of it. I arched my back, allowing him to enter more deeply again. He let go of my chin to bring his hands down on either side of me, white knuckling the sheets as he drove against me to press in as hard as he could. I knew his irises would be glowing like hot coals for the span of a couple of heartbeats before fading back to their beautiful, honeyed amber. My skin prickled, but I trusted him somehow as his muscles contracted with his harsh groans and waves of pleasure pulled him under until he collapsed on my back in exhaustion.
But he didn’t grow still like I had, laying limp, and allowing myself to be used for his enjoyment in those last moments. Instead, his fingers curled against my shoulder, tracing soft circles as he painted praises and curse words across my skin with his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
I closed my eyes and basked in the afterglow, enjoying the weight of him and the feel of his lips on my back. Eventually, though, he withdrew and started to gather me into his arms, obviously intending to haul me up onto the bed so I wasn’t half hanging off like we were. His hand froze on my arm. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, alarm filling his voice.
“No.”Nothing I didn’t enjoy anyway,I thought flippantly.
“Sidney, I’ve left bruises on you.”
Oh, lord, the drama.
“It’s fine. They’ll be gone in a few minutes anyway.” I sounded drunk, my words slurring.
“It’snotfine,” he said, sounding obstinate.
“It was great,” I mumbled, still sounding sloshed. “We should do that… at least a few times a week.” I stiffened so he couldn’t turn me over and—because I was feeling bratty—slid off the side of the bed into a boneless lump on the floor. If he was this upset about a few marks on my skin, there was no way I was letting him see the tops of my thighs.
There was a small problem. “Hey, Jordan?”
“What?” he asked, sounding exasperated as he tried to pick me up off the floor.
