Wild Sexy Fix (Wild Sexy 2)

“Always so fucking wet,” he whispered against my ear. He was seducing me with both his touch and his words, and I loved it. His other hand found my nipple pushing out against my dress, and he massaged it through the fabric.

I let out a low moan. He was still touching me between my legs, lightly and then a bit hard, then feather light again. The pleasure was becoming unbearable. I wanted to tear off my clothes and drag him down on the floor with me.

He drew on my nipple then squeezed my breast. “Have I told you that I love your breasts?” he murmured against my ear. “Best fucking pair of tits I’ve ever seen.” He continued to tease the sensitive flesh between my legs, and I bit back a moan as he slid two fingers into me, fingering me deeply while he rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb.

I was walking on the thinnest of wires, about to explode and fall into ecstasy on either side. My body felt like it was crackling. My pussy clenched around his fingers, and I felt his tongue on a spot right under my ear.

He drew his fingers out then plunged them inside me again. My legs shook as pleasure built around my center. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly.

“Good.” He drew out his fingers and spread them over my core, stroking me in slow circular motions. I gasped as pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo.

“Come for me, baby.”

I shattered, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming. I clutched his arms as my body tightened and then released with so much force, only his hands kept me on my feet. He steadied me, holding me flush against him as I caught my breath, then he drew his fingers out of my panties and slowly turned me around to face him.

With his eyes on mine, he lifted his fingers to his lips, tasted me, and smiled. He stepped back, and my body moved instinctively to close the gap, because I still wanted him. I still wanted his touch, and I knew he wanted me too. I could see the evidence where his cock strained against his pants. “Jason…” My voice was a needy whimper.

“Daphne.” He chuckled. “My little Daphne Bird.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going for a walk,” he said calmly, as if he hadn’t just touched me in the most intimate places. “Enjoy your night.”

I watched him cut a path through the lawn, going toward the lake. I wanted to follow him, but I wasn’t any closer to figuring out where I stood with him than I’d been before he fingered me to orgasm, and I didn’t want to run after him like some desperate groupie, especially when he was obviously taunting me. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair and reluctantly made my way into the house.

Everyone had gone to bed, so it was just me and my chaotic thoughts to keep me company. Upstairs, I changed into my sleep shorts and a tank top. I could barely think of sleeping while the feeling of Jason’s touch lingered between my legs. Had he known what he was doing? Had he planned to drive me into this relentless agony of need? I imagined him walking around the lake like a god in the moonlight, knowing I was there in his childhood bedroom, frustrated and wanting to fuck him so badly it felt like no other alternative could give me release.

I went to the window and opened it, letting the night air calm my aching skin, and as I stood there, I saw Jason walking back to the house. His clothes were under one arm, and he was wearing only a dark pair of briefs. They were dripping wet, as was the rest of him.

A god in the moonlight.

As if he could feel me staring at him, he looked up and met my gaze.

My fingers curled around the blinds. Come up, I whispered silently. Come and fuck me senseless.

He laughed and raised one finger to his lips as if to taste me again.

He was mocking me. Annoyed, I tore my eyes away from his and shut the window, and as I went to bed and buried myself under the covers, I thought I could still hear his laughter from outside.

Yet, I knew if he came to my room, if he knocked, I would let him in. I would gladly spend all night surrendering my body to him. I waited, but he didn’t come, and I finally fell asleep, my dreams composed of erotic visions starring Jason and myself. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to bear another day of being around him, but by the time I woke up in the morning and went downstairs for breakfast, he had already left.

Chapter Three

I’d never been to a spoken word party before, but I was warming to it—at least I was warming to this particular one, held in the cozy living room of Candace’s spacious apartment.

A guy with long dark hair was spilling some rhythmic lines about drifting in space with no center, no weight, no gravity acting, like a particle bouncing, helter-skelter.

“What do you think?” Candace’s girlfriend, Janice, was the most stunning woman I’d ever seen: five-foot-four inches of perfection encased in creamy skin and coppery red hair that was always sleek and shiny, with beautiful green eyes that were nicely upturned at the corners.

“I like it,” I admitted. It didn’t seem as pretentious as some other performance art I’d seen. “I’m thinking it’s all a metaphor for loneliness?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

“Are you performing tonight?” I knew she wrote poetry, though she made a living as a model.

“No.” She grimaced. “I haven’t written anything in a while.”

Candace joined us just as the performer finished his poem to muted applause.