This time when he kissed her, it was so hard it was almost savage. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue filled her. A deep shiver racked her entire body. Long minutes later, she broke the kiss. “More of this and a friendship works for me.”
He chuckled as he skimmed a path back to her mouth and dove in once again. Something about this man’s kisses was different than any other she’d experienced. Deeper, more powerful, and so much sexier. Every time his mouth touched hers, her panties dampened, her pussy ached, and she felt the profound need to have him inside her. They were going to have a problem if she demanded he fuck her every time he kissed her. Could lead to some compromising scenarios.
Jig stood, holding her by her ass. She hooked her legs around him, locking across his lower back. “If I’m not fucking that sopping pussy in the next five minutes, you’re gonna see just how savage I can get,” he growled against her mouth.
“How are you so sure I’m wet?”
“All I have to do is look at you, and that pussy drips for me.” He smirked. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
As arrogant as his statement was, she wasn’t a liar, so she said, “You’re one hundred percent correct. Now, what are you going to do about it, bubba?” The use of the nickname gave her the illusion of keeping her heart at a safe distance.
He squeezed her ass and started for her bedroom. Somehow, he managed to get there without knocking anything over even though they devoured each other as he walked. Izzy had her arms wrapped around his head, hands sliding through his hair. It was the perfect length, long enough to fist and hold, but not at the shaggy stage.
He seemed to like the attention because a low rumble erupted from his chest when her nails scored his scalp. One second, she was trying to climb him like a tree, and the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back with a horny biker hovering over her.
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark leather, scarred face, Jig looked every bit the dangerous man he was. And she was about to experience it firsthand. If it was anything like the other night, she was seconds away from being dominated by this man. And for the first time in her life, she wanted it.
Jig curled his fingers into the sides of her yoga pants then ripped them off her body in one rough swoop. Then he stripped out of his own clothes and grabbed a condom from the nightstand—yes, she’d bought them after they fucked in the gym—and dropped it next to her head.
He leaned forward, kissing just below her navel then inhaled. “Love smelling how much you want me,” he said, his breath so close to her mound she trembled with need. “Want to eat this juicy pussy again.”
“Do it,” she said, lifting her pelvis.
Then the world went crazy as Jig grabbed her ass, flipped the both of them, and settled her astride his hips. “Next time. I’m in the mood for a ride tonight.”
Izzy’s jaw dropped. He was giving her the top? Not what she’d expected. All that power, all that hard-won control under her. At her mercy. Hers to give and take pleasure from at her discretion.
Fuck yes. Her nipples tightened until they were so sensitive she could barely stand the feel of her shirt brushing against them. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but her sex released even more arousal. It leaked out of her, coating his lower abdomen.
“I see you like the idea,” he said, interlacing his fingers under his head.
“I fucking love the idea.” Before he had a chance to change his mind and flip her again, she grabbed the condom and tore it open with her teeth.
“Now, that is sexy,” he said. “You’re going to have to do that again sometime. When I can video it. This way, if I have a hard-on and you’re not around, I can just whip it out, and I have the perfect visual to get me off.”
Izzy laughed a genuine happy sound. Who was this man? Since confessing his sins to her, he seemed lighter, able to let himself go, even be playful. Hopefully, the frisky Jig would stick around for a while.
His teasing turned to a groan when she rolled the condom down his cock. As she positioned herself over him, their eyes met and held. Izzy rubbed the tip of him through her opening then slid all the way down to the base in one fast motion.
“Fuuuck,” he said on a moan. His hands clamped on her hips, holding her in place. “You gonna fuck me hard, baby?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Izzy breathed in and out, trying to ignore the clawing need to move. Jig still retained some of the control and held her firm. “I can go easy on you if you’d like,” she said in the sweetest voice she could muster.