Under The Covers. Crystal Jordan
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behind. “If I’m a bad boy and you’re in bed with me, sweetheart, what does that say about you?”
“That I’m having a reeeeeally bad night?” Flipping her short hair out of her eyes, she winked at him, another giggle breaking free.
“Or maybe you’re just a little bit bad tonight.” He cupped his free hand over the soft globe of her ass, rubbing in small circles. She arched her torso, pressing back into his touch.
She smirked at him over her shoulder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell, yes.” He flashed a grin. She had no idea how bad he’d like her to be. But she’d get a little taste tonight. He drew his hand back and smacked her ass hard. “I’m liking it a whole lot.”
Her breath hissed out, a shudder running through her body. “Me, too.”
“Well, if you want to try something naughty…” He slid from her body, and she moaned, her sex clenching around him to keep him in.
He replaced his cock with his fingers, stroking into her wetness and then trailing his finger up to the pucker of her anus. He worked his way in, slicking her with her own juices until he could slide easily.
“Oooh.” She moaned with each press of his fingers, shoving herself back to meet his strokes. “That really is naughty.”
“You were always the good girl I wanted to do bad things with.” Jesus, the booze had loosened his tongue even more than it had her inhibitions. Why else would he tell her things he’d kept to himself for almost two decades? It wasn’t like him to be so revealing in bed.
Her head dropped forward, her back arching. The softest whisper reached his ears. “I never knew.”
“You do now.” And he needed to shut his mouth and just enjoy this one night with her. It was all he was going to get, so he might as well revel in his teenage wet dream come to life and stop with the confessional. Spreading her cheeks wide, he nudged the head of his cock into her ass. He pushed in slowly, groaning at the incredibly tight fit of her around his dick. It was so damn good, he wasn’t sure how long he’d hold out before he came.
She dropped lower, bowing her back and pressing her face into the pillow. It muffled the whimpers that erupted from her mouth, but he still heard them. He didn’t bother to hide a smug grin. If she liked how naughty this was, he had a lot more in store for her.
Starting now.
He slapped her ass again in time with his quickening strokes, spreading short, stinging swats over the soft cheeks of her backside and down her slim thighs. She moaned, moving to meet his hand. The skin flushed under his palm, ripening to a rosy hue. He liked that. Liked that he’d left a mark on her, liked that she’d be feeling this and remembering every time she sat down tomorrow how she’d moaned and begged and screamed his name. She wouldn’t be bruised, but the sting would last for a bit. Oh, yeah. He liked that thought.
A shudder shook her slim body. “Jake, I’ve never—”
“Let a guy spank you while he fucked you up the ass?” He smacked her again to emphasize his point.
She choked on a laugh. “Yeah.”
Each plunge into her body drove him closer to the edge, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Cupping his palms around her ribs, he pulled her up until her back pressed to his chest. She reached back and fisted her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He suckled her bottom lip, scraping it with his teeth. She shivered, working her hips in time with his.
Running his hands up her torso, he lifted her breasts and let them bounce down. They moved with each thrust of his hips. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging lightly. She laid her head on his shoulder, her back bowing to push closer to his palms. He let one hand slip down over the soft swell of her lower belly, dipping between her legs to stroke over the wet, heated lips of her pussy.
“Now this is going to be really naughty.” Then he drew his hand back and smacked her hard little clitoris.
“Jake!” she gasped, sucked in a breath, and snapped her head around to look at him. She choked and shuddered, arching her torso.
Glazed shock was in her gaze, and he swatted her again. Harder. She panted, moaning each time he made contact with her slick, swollen flesh. Letting her head fall back against his shoulder again, her fingers clamped over his forearms, and her nails dug in. The way her inner muscles tightened around his cock made him groan. He knew she was close, and so was he. “Jake, I—”
“Come for me, Dayna. Now.” He slammed his hips forward, shoving deep into her ass. He delivered a series of hard slaps to her clit, and she screamed, twisting in his arms. Her anus clenched around his cock, and that was all it took to push him over into orgasm. He came in hard jets, groans ripping from his chest.
They collapsed forward onto the mattress, and he propped himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush her. As he sucked in air, his lungs burned as if he’d run a marathon. Leaning to one side, he reached between them to slide his cock from her body. They both groaned at the glide of flesh. Dropping his forehead against her back, he felt how shivers still rippled through her body. He smiled, kissing the back of her shoulder.
He heard her swallow hard. “Jake.”
Moving until he’d settled beside her, he tucked her hair behind her ear so he could see her flushed face. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”
“I’m…I think I’m okay.” Her hazel eyes were still a bit stunned, and she blinked up at him slowly.
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He ran his hands over her bare back, just for the pleasure of touching her. “Good.”
“Yeah, it really was.” She sighed, and her eyes closed, her body relaxing by degrees. He lay back against the pillows, sliding an arm under his head. His fingers drew lazy patterns over her skin.
“Dayna,” he breathed. Damn, it had never been so good, so sweet, with anyone else. But no one else was Dayna. She was special. A warning went off in the back of his mind. No woman should be allowed close enough to be special, but sleep was already dragging him under, fuzzing his thoughts. He’d worry about it later. He sighed and closed his eyes, contentment he shouldn’t feel winding through his chest. Dayna curled against his side, her satiny flesh sliding over his. Her hand rested over his heart. He still had a smile on his face when unconsciousness claimed him.
3
Dayna yawned and stretched, rolling onto her side. Damn, she ached. Why did it feel like she’d strained every muscle in her body? Then reality returned, and her eyes flew open. Empty condom wrappers littered the nightstand and floor like garish confetti. Jake threw his leg over hers, his arms wrapping around her from behind.
“Oh, my God.” Shock rocketed through her as memories of the night before flooded in. She’d had just enough alcohol to throw her control out the window, but not so much that she didn’t remember every erotic detail of fucking her brother’s best friend.
Holy shit, what had she done?
No, what was she still doing?
Jake’s chest pressed to her back, pushing her torso forward a bit until her ass cradled against his groin. His long cock prodded at the entrance of her pussy, stretching her as he slid in one hard inch at a time. Her breath hissed out, and she clenched her teeth. The way he had her legs pinned together under the weight of his made his penetration sting, but her body was already heating and responding to his, morphing the burn of it into dark ecstasy. She couldn’t think; every thought, every protest, every reason she shouldn’t be doing this was ripped away in the whirlpool of sensation that sucked her down into the abyss. She scrabbled for the fleeing edges of her sanity. “Condom,” she gasped.
A sleep-roughened chuckle answered her. “I put it on when I knew you were awake. We’re covered. Or, I am, actually.”
Her fingers