Under My Skin (Stark International Trilogy 3)

With his other hand, he teases my clit, so that I am being sensually assaulted in all directions, my body opening to him, craving him.

“That’s it, baby. Relax. Let me take you there. Let me show you how good you can feel.”

“Yes,” I say, because tonight I will give him whatever he wants, however he wants it. And, yes, I want it, too. My breath is coming in gasps and my cunt is throbbing. I need so desperately to be fucked, and as if he is bending to my will, he slips fingers into both my vagina and my ass. I rise up, then lower myself back down, wanting even more than he is giving me.

I keep my eyes on Jackson and I see the answering heat in his eyes—the pleasure my response gives him. I feel it, too, in the way his cock twitches against my thigh, as if waiting not-so-patiently for its turn.

“Now,” I beg. “Please, Jackson, now.”

Even as I speak, I’m moving to get off him so that I can bend over facedown on the bed, but he holds me still. “No,” he says. “Like this. I want to look at you.”

“But—but I mean, I’ve never—”

“I want to look at you,” he repeats. “And,” he adds as he brushes a kiss over my lips, “you have more control.” He grins a bit, as if telling me that he’s giving something up. But that’s not true. I am completely under his spell, fallen to mercy, and he knows it.

“I want you now. Like this.” There is heat and demand in his voice, and the sound just makes me wetter. “Come here.”

I lean forward and let him capture me in a kiss, then moan when his tongue thrusts hard into my mouth even as his lubed fingers tease my rear, entering me, spreading me.

I hear Jackson’s soft chuckle of understanding, and feel him add another finger, widening me, playing me.

“Now, baby. Because I really will just turn you over and take you if I can’t have you right now.”

I rise up and let him guide me over his cock, and he’s right, I do have more control. I feel the press of his shaft against my rear, and I pivot my hips, rising and falling as he teases my clit, relaxing me, making me bolder. Making me needier.

Jackson closes his eyes and groans, the sound one of both pleasure and frustration, and that turns me on even more. I thrust down, taking the tip in, biting my lower lip against a burn that feels remarkably, wonderfully good. And when my throaty sound of pleasure merges with his whisper of my name, I know that I can’t take it any longer, and I thrust down hard, swallowing the pain and welcoming the incredible, awesome pleasure of being filled by this man.

The burn fades, and I rise up, then lower myself, letting the sensations grow. Letting the pleasure fill me as my body adjusts to accommodate him.

“That’s it,” he says as he slips two fingers into my vagina, but keeps the pressure of his thumb against my clit. “Come on, baby. Fuck me hard.”

“This isn’t how I expected we’d do this,” I admit, and when he laughs in response, I feel even closer to him.

“But you like it.”

“Yes,” I say earnestly. “I do.”

As we speak, I’m doing what he’d said and riding him, and I’m already so close that the pressure against my clit combined with the new, incredibly erotic sensation of being penetrated both ways sends me over the top far too quickly.

It doesn’t matter, though, because Jackson is not ready to stop, and he takes control of my body. He grabs my hips and pistons me, thrusting deep inside, and I’m tight around him, my body clenching hard, wanting him deeper, wanting more.

And though he is no longer teasing my clit, the building pressure is enough that it leaves that first orgasm behind as a wilder, more powerful release rips through me even as Jackson explodes inside me.

I go limp against his chest, our bodies still entwined as he gently strokes my back while we both let the universe shift back to normal.

When we both have recovered, he presses his lips to my head. I know we should clean up, but I’m not ready to move yet. I like the sensation of my ass pressed up against his now-soft cock. We form a circle, I think, and there is something about the thought that soothes me. As if no matter where I am—no matter how far we might push away from each other—in the end we are connected. And I only have to go a little bit further in order to come around to Jackson again.

I’m awakened from a deep sleep by a hard rap at the hotel door. “What the—”

“It’s okay,” Jackson says. “I’ve got it.”

I nod and am just drifting off again when he returns. I start to speak, but he presses a finger to my lips, then holds out a hand to help me up. “I know it’s late, but we need to go somewhere. Will you come?”