me.
“I want you again, Kitten,” he murmurs, his voice holding the alluring tone it did when we were in the bar area. “You fit me so well. I need it again.”
My eyes thin, my lids growing heavy with lust once again. “When?”
Gripping my waist, he slips out of me and turns me around so my back is flush against the wall. Seeing his face so close to mine takes my breath away. To think someone like him, someone so perfect, would want me does crazy things to my body.
“Now. Later on. Tomorrow,” he groans and leans in, bringing his mouth to mine. “I wish we weren’t here. Your pussy feels so good, I want to taste it too.”
My sex clenches, completely sold on his words. I let my stare fall to his lips...what I wouldn’t give to feel them against my core. “That’s all you want?”
His blue eyes flare and he shakes his head. “I want to rub my cock on your lips, feel it deep in your throat.”
Oh. Sweet. Fuck. Me. Saliva pools under my tongue and I swallow it.
“Every hole you have, I want to claim.” He surges forward and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, smirking when I wince and my knees wobble.
I sigh as the back of his hand caresses my abdomen before slipping between my legs. I inhale sharply and fall against the concrete wall as a jolt of pleasure engulfs me. All I see is Jai’s smile and his heavy lids. It’s a look that promises me ecstasy.
A look that promises me escape.
It’s a look I never thought I’d see on a man like him.
And it’s all for me.
The Pardon
I groan. My head hurts, and not in the same way my vagina does. While a pleasant ache pulses between my thighs, a not-so-pleasant ache throbs over every inch of my skull.
I didn’t drink to get drunk in the bar, but it seems I drank just enough to acquire a hangover.
Oh, joy.
Normally, when I drink enough for a hangover to hit, I walk it off in the fresh air. Here, there is no fresh air. I groan again and force my head up. I blink a few times and wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It’s not quiet in the tunnels. Cheering, roaring and rattling chains echo all around me. It seems more round one fights are occurring just down the tunnel. If my brain had a voice box, it’d scream right about now. Instead, it pulses agonizingly in my skull.
When my sight comes around, I glance down at the body underneath me. I can just make out his face as he watches me back, blinking tiredly. I slept on Jai. Again. I shift a little, but pause when I notice every single inch of our bodies are naked. The only thing that covers us is a large, blue cotton shirt and even then, a big portion of our legs are still exposed. He feels amazing underneath me, his skin as smooth as silk, and muscles firm and safe.
My fingers twitch against his bare chest as silence quickly begins to thicken the air between us. I wonder what he’s thinking. Was it okay for him? Does he want me to go? Does he want to go? Am I too heavy? Question after question filters into my mind and I’m powerless to stop them. This is the curse every woman has to deal with—endless questions that don’t need to be asked. When they’re asked, a shit storm ensues because we’re always given the answer we don’t want. Still, we ask them, don’t we? If we don’t ask, we become paranoid, then depressed, until finally, we morph into all kinds of bat-shit crazy.
I laugh nervously. “This is when the regret settles in, right?”
I don’t want his answer. I don’t want to hear him say he regrets it, because I don’t. Liberation mixes with my shame and it’s confusing me. In a way, I’ve never felt as free in my life as I did when we fucked. It was real, raw and unadulterated. It was my initiation into this new life—however short.
His fingers play along each side of my ribs, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous. The strongest backhands always come from those who caress the softest.
“Do you regret what we did?” he asks, his face betraying no
“I want you again, Kitten,” he murmurs, his voice holding the alluring tone it did when we were in the bar area. “You fit me so well. I need it again.”
My eyes thin, my lids growing heavy with lust once again. “When?”
Gripping my waist, he slips out of me and turns me around so my back is flush against the wall. Seeing his face so close to mine takes my breath away. To think someone like him, someone so perfect, would want me does crazy things to my body.
“Now. Later on. Tomorrow,” he groans and leans in, bringing his mouth to mine. “I wish we weren’t here. Your pussy feels so good, I want to taste it too.”
My sex clenches, completely sold on his words. I let my stare fall to his lips...what I wouldn’t give to feel them against my core. “That’s all you want?”
His blue eyes flare and he shakes his head. “I want to rub my cock on your lips, feel it deep in your throat.”
Oh. Sweet. Fuck. Me. Saliva pools under my tongue and I swallow it.
“Every hole you have, I want to claim.” He surges forward and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, smirking when I wince and my knees wobble.
I sigh as the back of his hand caresses my abdomen before slipping between my legs. I inhale sharply and fall against the concrete wall as a jolt of pleasure engulfs me. All I see is Jai’s smile and his heavy lids. It’s a look that promises me ecstasy.
A look that promises me escape.
It’s a look I never thought I’d see on a man like him.
And it’s all for me.
The Pardon
I groan. My head hurts, and not in the same way my vagina does. While a pleasant ache pulses between my thighs, a not-so-pleasant ache throbs over every inch of my skull.
I didn’t drink to get drunk in the bar, but it seems I drank just enough to acquire a hangover.
Oh, joy.
Normally, when I drink enough for a hangover to hit, I walk it off in the fresh air. Here, there is no fresh air. I groan again and force my head up. I blink a few times and wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It’s not quiet in the tunnels. Cheering, roaring and rattling chains echo all around me. It seems more round one fights are occurring just down the tunnel. If my brain had a voice box, it’d scream right about now. Instead, it pulses agonizingly in my skull.
When my sight comes around, I glance down at the body underneath me. I can just make out his face as he watches me back, blinking tiredly. I slept on Jai. Again. I shift a little, but pause when I notice every single inch of our bodies are naked. The only thing that covers us is a large, blue cotton shirt and even then, a big portion of our legs are still exposed. He feels amazing underneath me, his skin as smooth as silk, and muscles firm and safe.
My fingers twitch against his bare chest as silence quickly begins to thicken the air between us. I wonder what he’s thinking. Was it okay for him? Does he want me to go? Does he want to go? Am I too heavy? Question after question filters into my mind and I’m powerless to stop them. This is the curse every woman has to deal with—endless questions that don’t need to be asked. When they’re asked, a shit storm ensues because we’re always given the answer we don’t want. Still, we ask them, don’t we? If we don’t ask, we become paranoid, then depressed, until finally, we morph into all kinds of bat-shit crazy.
I laugh nervously. “This is when the regret settles in, right?”
I don’t want his answer. I don’t want to hear him say he regrets it, because I don’t. Liberation mixes with my shame and it’s confusing me. In a way, I’ve never felt as free in my life as I did when we fucked. It was real, raw and unadulterated. It was my initiation into this new life—however short.
His fingers play along each side of my ribs, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous. The strongest backhands always come from those who caress the softest.
“Do you regret what we did?” he asks, his face betraying no
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