揝top it, Jasper. Just stop it.?If he squinted he could probably see the wall she抎 built around herself. 揑抳e been respecting your boundaries. 匢 understand them. But you didn抰 give me the same courtesy. So let抯 just get to where we抮e going.?Shit. Nothing would get through the steel armoring her. Especially not him, since he抎 been the one to force her into a hurtful situation. He抎 brought this magnetic, irresistible Rita down on his head.
Even worse, he didn抰 want to say no. His willpower had so many puncture holes it was transparent. She was damn gorgeous, a little sad, and, yeah, needy. But no more needy than he was. She wanted a distraction from whatever pain lurked inside her. And there was a sense of responsibility in him梠ne he抎 never experienced before梩o boost her into oblivion every single time she required it.
With a barrier a mile wide between them, though, he needed to make an attempt to get them back on even footing, because he would resent anything that came between them when they were finally skin to skin. 揑 know you抮e angry at me for this afternoon. I deserve it. So yell at me.?Even as he pushed the words out, his thumbs were drawing circles on the insides of her thighs, right below her denim-cradled pussy. Hypocrite.
Apparently Rita thought so, too, and he didn抰 blame her. His brain had no control over his body around her. It craved any form of connection, even as self-preservation tried to apply the faulty brakes. 揑抦 tired of your mixed signals,?she whispered, dropping to her knees with a hollow thud, and Jasper saw curtains come down, signaling the end of the show. 揝o I抦 going to send you a really clear one.?
She withdrew Jasper抯 cock from his jeans, sending his hands flying to the armrests, his teeth gritting so hard they could have shattered. His control thinned and stretched as Rita perused him, base to tip, pleasure梐nd, yeah, maybe a little awe梚nfusing her expression. She closed her fist around his thick flesh and jacked him once, twice, making Jasper twist in the chair like a man being tortured for information. 揙h, Christ. I抦 in pain here. Real bad. Don抰 play with me.?
His eyes were riveted by the pink, feminine tongue that flicked out against his head, then licked more thoroughly, tilting her head one way, then the other. 揚laying is kind of the point, isn抰 it??
The armrest creaked beneath Jasper抯 hands. His rational self was vanishing as if it had never been there. What would come after梐fter they both relieved themselves of lust? That eventuality was fast being overshadowed by the guarantee of hot, filthy, in-the-moment, unrepentant banging. Needing to be inside her. Needing her mouth, needing to pound the pussy he抎 masturbated the night before. It was waiting for him, begging for him. It was his. But not until he claimed it.
Oh shit, that last part did him in. Not his? Rita was not his yet?
Moving all on their own, Jasper抯 hands delved into Rita抯 hair. 換uit playing,?he growled, freedom expanding every molecule in his body. 揋et a little purr started in the back of your throat and take me back there to feel it.?
Rita抯 mouth had just sunk down to cover the head of his dick, but she paused at his words, surprise coloring her cheeks.
揟ired of mixed signals, isn抰 that right??He massaged her scalp in rough circles, until her eyelids drooped, little gasps puffing past her lips. 揑 need you hungry for cock. I need you to let me feed mine to you.?
Surprise gave way to lust right before his eyes, though, like a cloud passing over the sun. And she obeyed orders, his Rita. Fuck, did she ever obey. That raspy hum in the back of her throat was the sweetest sound he抎 ever heard, but the suction from her mouth? A fucking revelation. Jasper抯 heels dug into the wooden floor, his fingers beginning to ache from being curled so tightly in her hair. If there was a dose of wrongness to having Rita service him from her knees in his place of business, that only served to harden him more at this point. He was gone. Gone for that pouty, torturous little mouth of hers.
揔eep your hands busy,?Jasper half shouted straight up at the ceiling. 揓erk me off. I can抰 stand the fucking ache anymore.?His thigh muscles were shaking, straining, loosening, tightening, the agony only increasing when Rita fisted his base and stroked in quick, up-and-down motions. 揑抳e wanted that mouth. Wanted to slide inside and feel your tongue along the underside and it抯 better, so much goddamn better than I thought. If you love it, purr for me, let me feel協uck, Rita.?
Jasper抯 lower back was starting to twist, telegraphing the point of no return. A decision needed to be made soon, or he would bathe that purring throat with his seed. Rita showed no signs of slowing, though, her hair tangling on his thighs as she lowered her mouth, again, again, again.
揜ita, stop. Stop and talk to me.?He wound Rita抯 hair around his fists and drew her away, groaning curses at the loss. And, Jesus, her lust-dazed expression, those puffy, parted lips, almost had him thrusting back into her mouth to finish himself off, but he resisted, beating himself off with tight, slow strokes instead. 揃etter climb up here now if you want to fuck. Another minute in that mouth and I抣l be begging you to swallow for me.?
With Jasper抯 words hanging in the air, Rita rose to her feet, both sets of their hands attacking the zipper of her shorts, knocking into one another. The imminent reality of fucking Rita made him frantic, had him ripping the green shirt over her head, tugging her bra low, then racing back down to assist with her shorts.
揋od, Rita. Your tits.?He leaned forward to suck one attention-seeking bud into his mouth, pulling back to flick his tongue against it. 揧ou want something done to those pretty babies while I抦 giving you this cock, I want to hear about it. Understand? If you want them sucked or smacked or spat on, you speak up.?He palmed her breasts, holding the nipples in place so he could rake his tongue from one peak, over to the next. 揑抦 going to lose my mind when I抦 sunk between your legs, but don抰 let me forget about these.?
Slipping into this old skin should have been smoother, but for once, the currents of desire weren抰 simply below his belt. They were moving in pulsing waves through his chest, through the pounding organ that seemed to be typing Rita抯 name in Morse code. No, there was nothing smooth about diving off a cliff with only a slim chance of survival, but the fall桱esus, the fall would blow his mind, wouldn抰 it?
Jasper pushed Rita抯 shorts down her legs, his mouth racing across her stomach, attacking her hips, inhaling, inhaling. Memorizing every whimper, every scrape of his teeth that made her body writhe. He sensed her continually renewed surprise every time he found a new erogenous zone. Deep in her belly button, in the crease between her thigh and pussy. And it stoned him, turned him into a fuck-drunk fiend. Goddamn, how would she react when his dick was finally sliding in and out? Would she expect it to be so good? Or would her lips part in amazement, the way they were doing now? Again and again. Because, hell, if she kept up that innocent shock when they got to the main event, he抎 have to close his eyes to prevent coming after one pump.
揑抦 getting the feeling敆Jasper jerked Rita抯 panties down to midthigh before trailing his fingers up the inside of her right leg, toward her pussy棑that you haven抰 been properly seen to, beautiful. We抮e going to change that.?
揌ow??she breathed, sounding anxious.
Jasper stood, bringing their faces close together so he could watch Rita抯 eyes. Then he pushed his middle finger into her damp pussy, moaning at the way she flexed around him, the way her gaze went blind. 揧ou let me worry about how. You just worry about taking my cock into this tight little sweetheart. How does that sound??