Page 14 of Love and Leashes
“Jensen, I…” I start to say something, but I have no idea what because his lips cover mine, and I’m a goner.
“If you’re here to tell me you don’t want this, then speak up. Otherwise, be quiet and let me show you all the dirty ways I’ve wanted to have you over the last ten years.”
My entire body vibrates with the sensual power in his voice. But I do as I’m told and don’t say another word. Instead, my hands wrap around his waist, and I pull until he lowers himself, letting his entire body come into contact with mine. The weight of him, the heat between us, sends a delicious spark through my body. I draw my short nails up and down his back as our tongues tangle together, exploring each other.
I lose track of everything except the feel of his lips on my skin as he trails a path down my neck, lightly nipping at my collar bone, making me gasp. As soon as the sound leaves my mouth, Jensen lifts himself up, and the pure alpha-male, satisfied smirk he flashes me brings a throaty chuckle. But that laugh turns into a moan when he leans down and latches on to one of my breasts, biting down gently before swirling his tongue around, teasing my nipple into a stiff nub.
Even without any words between us, Jensen knows me, knows my body. Call it instinct, or familiarity, or a soul-deep connection that defies explanation. Whatever it is, he uses it, bringing me to the edge of oblivion. With his attention only on my breasts.
What in the good God kind of sorcery is this…
“Jensen, please,” I moan. I need more. And yet, I don’t ever want him to stop what he’s doing.
“I’ve got you, Kell.”
Light, tickling strokes run down the sides of my torso and over the crease of my pelvis. Only then, when his thumbs are intoxicatingly close to where I want him, does his grip tighten. His fingers dig into my hips and his head lowers.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about doing this,” he murmurs, his brown eyes locked on mine.
A thousand questions run through my head. But before I have time to voice any of them, he’s pulling down my underwear and his tongue is on me, drawing a path of fire up the length of my slit.
“Oh God,” I cry, my hands tugging his hair, pulling him in tighter.
“Not God. Just Jensen.”
I had no freaking clue my best friend had a dirty streak a mile wide, but I am loving it. And when he takes the bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks, I scream his name over and over, chanting it like a prayer.
His mouth stays on me through every wave of my release. When I finally come floating back to reality, Jensen is stretched out beside me, his hand drawing lazy circles over my stomach. I blink up at him, taking in his smile, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes, and the small dimple on his left cheek with new eyes. Eyes that view more than friendship, eyes that view the possibility of love.
“You are spectacularly beautiful when you come,” he says in a low voice dripping with desire.
I push him gently onto his back before swinging my legs over to straddle him. “Thank you. Now I want to see whatyoulook like when you come.” My hands go to his boxers, and he lifts his hips to help me push them off his legs.
His gaze darkens. I lift myself up, wrap my hand around his rigid cock, and line it up with my entrance. Our eyes are locked on each other as I slide myself down every inch of him until our bodies are connected as deeply as possible.
“Fucking hell, Kelly,” he rasps. “You feel better than I ever imagined.”
“Mmm…” is my only response as my hips start to rock against him. But suddenly I’m stilled by a firm grip on my hips.
“Wait. Protection. Shit, I’m sorry, I forgot!” Jensen sounds panicked, but when I look down at him there’s one thing I’m certain of. I don’t want anything between us.
“It’s okay. I have an IUD.” And I trust him implicitly. His eyes widen in understanding, then soften with something that looks a lot like…love.
His hold on my hip changes, and Jensen starts moving me back and forth, sliding me along his length in a way that brings his cock in perfect contact with my G-spot.
“Holy fucking shit!” I scream out, drawing a bark of laughter from Jensen.
“You like that, huh?”
All I can muster as a response is a low keening moan. But he gets the message, and keeps doing exactly what I need him to do.
I’ve never, and I do mean never, managed to reach an orgasm from penetration alone. I’ve always needed clit stimulation at the same time. But I guess miracles really do happen because the telltale heat is thrumming through my body, and my muscles are starting to tense up.
“Jesus Christ, Kelly,” Jensen grinds out, and I smirk down at him. Obviously I’m not the only one who realizes I’m getting close. I squeeze my inner pelvic wall muscles even tighter around him and his back arches underneath me. “Fuck!”
“I thought we already were?” I tease, grinding down on him, mercilessly chasing my orgasm. When it comes, I’m completely unprepared for the intensity of emotions that come on the heels of my physical release. Only the sound of Jensen grunting out my name seconds later keeps me tethered and not spiraling out of control with how overwhelming this all is.
I just had sex with my best friend.
