Spring Training

Jessa jumped and cried out, the sound of his hand on her bare ass reverberating in her ears.

“Shhh,” Garrett soothed, his lips a whisper across her forehead. He landed another smack on the opposite side before smoothing his palms over her again. “Wait for it.”

Sting, followed by a delicious warmth. Pleasant. Arousing.

Unexpected.

“The couch. Now,” he demanded.

On unsteady feet, Jessa moved, Garrett’s heat at her back as he moved with her.

It was tricky, trying to bend over the furniture without the use of her hands. A face plant would really kill the mood right now. But Garrett didn’t let her get that far.



He latched onto the binding at her wrists, settling her hands in the bend of her back. His hold was firm, reassuring, as tapped the inside of her foot with his.

“Spread your legs. Wider. That’s it.”

A shiver racked her body as his palm pressed between her shoulder blades, trailing a path down her spine as she lowered herself into position.

Exposed.

That was the only word that came to mind.

Naked, legs spread and open, her body was his to do with as he pleased.

Awareness of her situation burned into her chest. Here she was, naked and bound, with a man she’d only known a short time. Yet there was no panic, no fear. Only trust. Trust that Garrett would take care of her, freeing her from the bonds of worry and allowing her to just feel.

It was liberating.

A popping sound got her attention. She craned her neck to watch through the corner of her eye as Garrett slicked his hands with their massage oil.

“What are you doing?” She didn’t want a massage, she wanted him inside her. Now would be good.

Please, now.

His grin was wicked, devious. “Had an idea.”

Jessa sucked in a breath as he reached around and tweaked her nipples, coating them with oil before moving away again.

She whimpered, the buds pulling impossibly tighter, her breasts growing heavy with desire. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Smoothing a hand over her ass, Garrett paused to squeeze her cheeks before traveling down between her legs. Jessa’s knees buckled as his fingers spread her open, then swiped over her sensitive bud.

Heat blasted through her. Followed by an intense chill. Hot, cold. Back and forth until her head spun. Her nipples, her ass cheeks, her *. Everywhere Garrett touched with his oiled hands was a maelstrom of sensation and convulsing flesh. Her * was aching with emptiness, weeping to be filled. Needing more.

And more was what he gave her.

Sparks traveled through her as his hand cracked against her ass again. Once, twice. Alternating one side for the other.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Jessa,” he panted behind her. “Your ass pink and warm from my hand. Are you okay, baby? That oil doing what I expected?”

Brutal honesty was all she had now, his play flaying her alive. “Goddamn it, Garrett. Fuck me. I’ll go crazy if you don’t fuck me, I swear it.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He slid two fingers inside her and her body rejoiced, clamping down hard to keep him there.

So close, she was so damn close.

“You like that, don’t you, Jessa? Jesus, you’re dripping. So fucking hot. Do you want more, baby?”

“Yes,” she cried out as he teased her inner walls. “Please.” She moved her hips, riding his fingers like she wanted to ride his cock. Tears burned her eyes as pleasure engulfed her, surged through her veins.

A tormented cry escaped her lips as he pulled his fingers out of her.

And then, blessed heavens, the broad head of his cock pushed at her entrance, her arousal and the oil providing him slick passage.



“Oh, God, yes …” She opened around him, stretched taut, nerve endings firing on all cylinders.

“Jesus. Fuck,” he growled.

“Don’t stop, Garrett. Don’t …” She pushed back into him, fighting to take him deeper, her muscles shaking with the effort to hold herself up.

“Holy shit.”

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