Bitter Sweet Hell (Hell Night 2)

Of course, JW had to dirty the game up by giving naughty scenarios. Like which one I would choose between; being watched while I have sex or do the watching myself. I chose the latter. What can I say? There’s just something so hot about watching a man and a woman go at it. He followed that question up with would I rather watch two men or two women. His lips curled in disgust when I said two men.

By the time we’re done eating and playing our little game, the sun has set behind the trees on the other side of the lake. The temperature’s dropped at least ten degrees. Goosebumps appear on my arms when there’s a slight breeze. I’m reclining back on my hands with my eyes closed, when suddenly, there’s a shadow hovering over me. I feel the warmth of his body before I open my eyes and see him right in front of me. He’s sitting in the opposite direction of me with his arm across my lap and resting by my hip on the blanket. His other hand lifts and brings my braid over my shoulder.

“I love your hair,” he remarks, his eyes on the bright red strands.

I laugh. “I can tell.”

He leans closer until his breath fans across my lips. “I love your lips too. Sweet and soft.”

I hum in the back of my throat when his mouth slowly presses over mine. I open to him immediately, desperately wanting the taste of him against my tongue. He tastes like the grapes he just ate.

Using my hair, he guides my head to the side for a better angle. I really like when he does that. I like that he uses my hair to control where he wants me.

He tips my head back and starts trailing his lips down my neck. The short stubble on his cheeks and chin scrapes erotically across my flesh, doubling the pleasure of what he’s doing. My stomach tightens and a shot of lust shoots straight between my legs.

“Lie back,” he murmurs huskily against my ear.

The thought to object doesn’t even cross my mind as I lay back onto the blanket. What JW’s making me feel overpowers any inhibitions I may have.

I open my eyes when I sense him moving above me. His eyes blaze a bright blue as he stares down at me and the look sends shock waves of pleasure coursing through my blood.

He straddles my waist and bends low to settle his lips over mine once again. Lacing my fingers through his thick hair, I moan deeply into his mouth. His answering groan ramps up my need, and I jerk my hips up. I can’t go far before my body meets the heat of his. The position is all wrong. I want him between my legs, not straddling them.

Before I can voice my want, his lips leave mine, sliding down the column of my throat and across my collar bone. Shivers wrack my body and a needy moan leaves my lips.

“Mmm… you taste so good,” he groans throatily. “Like dirty words and late-night sex.”

His tongue delves between the valley of my breasts my loose shirt offers him.

“Ahh… God, that’s nice,” I say with a shuttered breath.

When his teeth tug at my nipple through my shirt, I swear stars begin to dance behind my closed eyelids. I grip the strands of his hair, begging him without words for more. His mouth leaves one nipple, only to move to the next. I scissor my legs, trying and failing to relieve the ache building between them. His teeth clamp down on my nipple harder than before, and I cry out at the pleasurable stinging pain.

“Stay still.” My eyes snap open at the order, and I look at him. “Right now, your pleasure is mine. I give it to you. You don’t take it for yourself.”

I want to protest, to demand he shut the hell up and get on with it, but his eyes have left mine and he’s already making his way down my body. His breath tickles the sliver of skin exposed from the bottom of my shirt and the top of my skirt. His nose nudges up the flimsy material of my shirt, and when he spots my belly button piercing, a deep groan leaves his lips.

“Fuck if that ain’t Goddamn hot,” he rumbles thickly before dipping down and running his tongue over the silver metal bar.

The sight of my piercing may be hot to him, but his tongue is scorching on my flesh. Scorching and wildly seductive.

His tongue leaves my piercing and moves to the edge of my skirt, dipping inside and teasing me mercilessly. Slipping his fingers inside, he tugs the material down inch by inch, until he stops just before he reaches my pubic bone. My breath comes out in frantic pants, anticipation making me lightheaded and on the edge of exploding. And he hasn’t even touched my pussy yet.

“JW, please, I’m going crazy here,” I whimper.

“What do you want, Gypsy? Tell me.”

I fist the blanket at my sides and lift my head to look at him. “Touch me,” I urge, not even caring the words make me sound like I’m begging.

I am begging. God, I need his touch so much.

“Where?” he asks, pressing his chin in the apex of my thighs and pressing down.

A cry forces its way past my lips. “There! Oh, God, right there.”

Instead of giving me what I need, his weight is suddenly off me. I snap my head up, ready to growl and throw a fit if I have to, when I find him moving further down my legs. When he’s on his knees at my feet, my legs thankfully no longer beneath him, he puts his palms flat on my shins under my skirt and slowly starts pushing it upward. My legs part, the further his hands go. His eyes lock with mine, the blue in his so vivid, it sends sizzling tingles across my skin. When they reach my lower thighs, I belatedly remember we’re out in the open where anyone can come across us. I dart my head around, suddenly feeling very much on display.

“No one’s here but us,” JW says, sensing my unease. “And I’ll hear if someone approaches.”