Blaine slid his hands around to her ass and lifted. Her legs flipped over his shoulders and he stood up. Jessa went into the air with an even louder scream. Both hands grabbed at his hair. It was certain she had never been handled like this before. But Blaine was doing her a favor. He was getting her off her feet so she could enjoy it more.
He walked her to the table and put her down on it. It was the greatest meal he’d ever have at his dining room table. His mouth didn’t leave her body during the move. His hands slid up her body, his right hand cutting up her shirt. His left hand turned, his thumb pulling at her soft mound, exposing her even more. He suckled hard against her clit and pulled back. Jessa tried to go with him but Blaine held her down. He felt her rolling against his tongue as she let out a painful cry.
“Fuck!” she yelled.
His mouth popped free. He looked up at her. He licked his lips. Her eyes were wide, still full of fear, but the lust was taking over. She was breaking open in so many ways.
Their eyes locked and Blaine couldn’t break the stare. He brought his thumb down to her clit and pressed. He twisted his thumb and watched her body react. Her hips wiggled and she bit her lip.
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “You fucking love it. You’ve always wanted this.”
His thumb slid down and touched her tender hole. He pressed against her, feeling her welcome his touch. As he moved his thumb he heard the sound of it. The wetness was everywhere. It was driving him fucking insane to stare at her like this.
Jessa started to breathe heavier. Her hips pumped back and forth, shaking the table.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Go… hurry…”
Blaine brought his hand between her legs. He thrust two fingers into her pussy. He dug deep, feeling her squeezing against him. He turned his fingers and curled, knowing right where to find all the right spots. The second he did so, Jessa’s head fell back and she moaned.
Grinning, Blaine stayed right there. Curling his fingers over and over like he was calling someone over to him. The only true thing he was calling was for Jessa’s climax.
Which he got a few seconds later.
Jessa bent her legs and brought them to the table. She dug her heels and lifted her ass off the table. Blaine was so close to touching Jessa’s breast but he couldn’t resist cupping her ass while she came. That wild feeling of a woman clenching, releasing, clenching… ah, the fucking greatest drug ever… sex…
Blaine cupped her ass with one hand as she came. He put his mouth back to her clit and stayed there as she rocked up and down. He felt her oozing to his touch and knew this was long from being over.
When Blaine stopped, he grabbed Jessa at her hips. He kissed up to the bottom of her shirt and hoodie. That’s when he stood completely up.
“Holy fuck,” Jessa groaned as she reached for his shirt.
Blaine grabbed her wrist and twisted it away.
“You don’t get to say that yet, sweetheart,” Blaine growled. “I’m just getting started with you.”
ten.
Jessa was losing her fucking mind.
Every second with Blaine she told herself to get the hell away from him. But she didn’t stop him. Yeah, she grabbed his hair… but she pulled it. She stared into his eyes as he made her come.
It was betrayal, wasn’t it? The worst kind of betrayal. Losing herself to some wicked fantasy temptation. But it felt so good. It felt too good to be real. But Blaine knew everything. Without asking a question, he knew goddamn everything. He knew how unsatisfied Jessa had been. He knew how to kiss, lick, suck, and move in ways that seemed impossible. When she climaxed the first time, it was a tingling rush that her body had been craving for so long. The second time, after Blaine threw her on top and went back to work, that was like a weight lifting off of her heart.
And now she was sitting up, following the command of Blaine’s hands as he took off her hoodie and shirt at the same time. She then put her hands to the table and leaned back a little. To her, Blaine was like a sexy monster. He towered over her, his leather cut ragged and worn, a symbol of his outlaw status and the wild life he now lived.
He leaned forward and went right for her chest. His tongue was everywhere, kissing, sucking, working down to the top of her bra. His hands went to her back and unclipped her bra with ease. As he pulled back, Jessa sat up and let the last piece of her clothing fall off her body. Even in her wildest dreams she never thought she’d be naked in front of Blaine.
She blamed the whiskey but that wasn’t true.
Blaine swiped the bra off the table and then touched just under her breasts. It was a subtle move but torture. She wanted to be touched. She couldn’t remember ever having such a wild urge to be touched. All this coming after Blaine blamed her for the murder of his fiancee… and she threw a bottle and a chair at him. Then punched him.
It made Jessa’s heart race even faster as she thought about it.