Fighting to Be Free (Fighting to Be Free 1)

His body was amazing, toned and had the outlines of a six pack but not too defined, just perfect. He had lots of small scars over his abs and chest, probably from fighting or something, looking at the place he lived in. I trailed my fingers over them, wondering if he was in trouble a lot, he stiffened and I heard him suck in a sharp breath. He was watching my face, looking really unsure for some reason. I pulled his mouth back to mine, he moaned a little in the back of his throat making me so hot I’m surprised I wasn’t on fire. I could still feel the alcohol sloshing around in my system, urging me to do something I’d never done before, something I wouldn’t dare do if I wasn’t wasted.

“You have any music?” I asked, as he kissed down my neck.

He smiled against my skin. “Not really, I have a radio.” He grabbed the remote control and turned a crappy little stereo on.

Rihanna’s Rude boy was playing and I grinned, I pushed him down roughly into his dresser chair.

“No touching, that’s the only rule,” I purred seductively, as I started dancing in front of him, moving closer so I could grind against him, he looked shocked as hell. I could feel the bulge in his jeans rubbing against me making me burn in need.

Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m giving a guy a lap dance! I was actually enjoying it, and by the look on his face, he definitely was too.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, as I bent over in front of him, putting my ass near his face swaying seductively as I stood back up. He raised his hand and grabbed my ass, looking at me hungrily.

I laughed and pushed his hand away, “Tut tut stud, no touching,” I teased, waggling my finger playfully at him.

He grinned, “Then don’t put your sexy ass in my face,” he growled, huskily. I giggled as I straddled him and started grinding into him hard, actually getting myself off at the same time.

He moved to kiss me, so I pulled away smiling. I trailed my hands down his toned chest to his belt, which I unbuckled slowly, rubbing my fingers along the edge of the material of his boxers. He groaned and moved to kiss me again and I pulled back. Wow, I like teasing him, this is so damn hot!

I went to stand up so I could turn, but he gripped my hips and pulled me down to his lap, looking pained.

“I can’t take anymore,” he whispered, kissing me passionately.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pressing into his chest as he stood up, wrapping one hand under my ass and carried me onto the bed, his other hand rubbing down my back making me shiver in anticipation. I unbuttoned his jeans and he unclasped my bra, pulling it off and throwing it onto the floor. He started massaging my br**sts, flicking his thumbs over my nipp!es making me moan and wriggle.

He kissed down my neck, licking and sucking on my br**sts, oh God Mark never made me feel like this. My whole body felt like it was on fire, I pulled his jeans off and started rubbing his erecti0n through his boxers, making him moan. I was breathing heavy, my heart was beating out of my chest, he kissed further down onto my stomach and pulled my panties off, slipping his hand between my legs, massaging me gently. My body was on a slow burn, waves of pleasure radiating from everywhere he was touching me.

When he pushed two fingers into me, I arched my back and cried out, holy crap that feels good. He grinned against my skin and kissed further down, putting his mouth between my legs, whilst continuing to work his fingers, making me moan louder and rub my hands over his short hair. My body was pushing forward through the stages. I couldn’t keep still, I was wriggling and moaning like crazy, oh God he’s good at this. I felt like my body exploded as I climaxed around his fingers crying out.

He chuckled and pulled his fingers out sucking them and kissing his way back up my mouth. He kissed me passionately, massaging my br**sts gently. I pulled his boxers down and looked at him, holy crap he’s a lot bigger than Mark. I wanted him right now, I couldn’t wait any longer, the anticipation was killing me. I reached over and grabbed the box of condoms from his side table and ripped the plastic off opening the box, I got one out as quick as I could.

“Is someone a little eager?” he breathed against my ear, nibbling on my earlobe, making me even hotter.

Come on, what’s he waiting for? “Jamie, come on, now please,” I gasped, gripping his erecti0n and pumping him gently. He just chuckled again and kissed down my neck.

“Patience Ellie,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Jamie please. Take me now,” I begged, my body aching for him.

He looked at me, excitement dancing in his eyes, “Say that again,” he said huskily. Is he serious?

Can he not see how much I want him?

“Take me, please,” I begged, running my hands over his back, I could feel the same scars over his back as he had on his chest.

He pulled back, kneeling on the bed and slipped the condom on his shaft. I watched him eagerly, biting my lip, he laid back down on top of me nudging my legs further apart. I could feel him lined up at my entrance and the need was almost painful, I pushed my hips closer to him trying to get him in me.

“Say it one more time,” he ordered playfully, kissing my cheek and massaging my br**sts gently.

“Oh God Jamie, take me now!” I almost screamed I was so desperate for him.

As soon as the words left my mouth he pushed in, I cried out as pleasure shot through my body, holy crap he’s big. He started thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, we were both moaning and I started raising my hips to match his thrusts making him go in deeper. He grunted and lifted my hips higher thrusting slightly harder now, making me cry out. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I climaxed around his shaft. He gasped, looking at me with wide eyes as he slowed right down, making my orgasm last longer.