Authors: Lissa Matthews
Ink Spots (11 page)
“Mandi…”
She let the two ends of the tie drop and he was helpless as the fabric dropped too, one side catching on the end of her nipple. She took a deep breath and it fell the rest of the way, exposing her completely to him and to anyone who might walk out of Katz at that moment.
“Fuckin’ tease. Brave when no one’s watchin’, huh?”
She just smiled at him and popped the snap on her jeans. Holy. Hell. “So,” she inquired as she slid the zipper down, one metal tooth at a time, “which boots should I wear when we get back to my place? These or…?”
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“Dammit, woman, get in the car,” he growled over his shoulder. He yanked his door open and slid in behind the wheel as she started to push her pants down. She was tryin’ her best to kill him. His dick hurt. His balls hurt. His gut hurt from wanting her so friggin’ much.
He jammed the key in the ignition and turned it, cranking the car and revving the engine. He leaned across the center console and rolled the window down in the passenger side door. “Get in the car, Mandi, or I swear to god I will fuck you where you stand.”
“Oh that sounds promising.” But she got in the car anyway.
“Chicken shit,” he whispered, his voice raw and full of affection.
“A little.”
Her mix of shyness and bravado clawed and clutched at him. He never knew what he was going to get from her from one minute to the next. He was constantly watching her, wondering which side of her was going to emerge first, and he was always surprised. She’d shown him so many different facets of her personality in the last six months and even more in the hours that he’d spent with her today.
And he wanted more. He couldn’t get enough of wanting more.
He pulled out of the parking spot and turned around, heading in the direction of his place.
“Where are we going?”
“I want you in my bed.”
“Oh.”
“Yours is too small. I hang off the end.”
“I’m kinda hanging out right now.”
“Stop teasing me already.”
“Why? It’s fun.”
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Jaz sighed through the pained chuckle. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been hard for you tonight?”
“No. How long?”
“Since before we ever left your place.”
“Really? Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I had to get you to Katz or Jackie would have sent over a search party.”
She didn’t say anything in response, and he really hadn’t expected her to, but when she started to pull her top up, he thrust a hand out and stopped her. “I like them bare.”
He tugged on one of her nipples until she arched in the seat. “They’re gorgeous and we’re almost there.”
And he didn’t let go. Not even when she raised her hand and tugged on her other nipple. Not even when she slid her free hand down between her legs and rubbed herself through her jeans and moaned in his seat. Not even when she looked over at him with hooded eyes and whispered his name with a catch in her voice that had him doing a double take and nearly driving off the road.
“Don’t you dare come without me inside you.”
“Then get inside me.”
She was dry humping her hand, but he had to rethink the dry part. He knew she was soaked. She’d been wet since he’d held her against the wall in the club, since he’d been between her legs on the hood. He knew she was hot, wet, feeling the itch beneath her skin. He knew because he was feeling the same itch, the same greedy need beneath his.
“Just a few more minutes. Hold on, baby.”
“I can’t, Jaz…”
“You can if you stop fucking with yourself.”
“I don’t want to… It feels too good… I’m almost there…”
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Shit. “It’ll feel better if I bring you off.” He took the next corner faster than he should have and floored it. Damn good thing the dirt on the road was packed and as smooth as it could be. He could see the outline of his house as he rounded the bend and then he was pulling into the drive.
Mandi’s eyes were closed and her mouth was open, gasping. He pulled hard on her nipple until she whimpered and looked at him. He pinched the tortured bud in between his fingers once more before letting go and covering it with his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it, toying with it. She purred her approval, and when he snaked his hand down her still undone jeans, down inside her panties to touch the smooth, silky heat of her sex, her purr turned into a full-blown growl.
Jaz worried her nipple between his teeth and slid two long fingers inside her already clutching channel. It wasn’t going to take much and she’d be coming, and much as he wanted her to come like this, right now he wanted her to come on his cock while he was watching her beautiful face even more. He ground the heel of his palm against her clit, driving her higher until she was on the edge, until she was writhing in the seat…
He kissed his way up her chest and whispered against her mouth, “Not until I get inside you.”
* * * * *
Mandi watched as Jaz re-tied the laces of her boots. He had them resting on his chest and they were all she had on. He’d gotten her out of the car and had carried her inside his house, straight through to his bedroom, and stripped her without a word.
Not that she’d needed words then or now. All she needed was him inside her. His hands on her only heightened her desire, her insatiable appetite for him.
When the last loop was secure, he coasted his fingers up her legs to her knees and back down again, stroking her, caressing her, driving her crazy.
“Now who’s the tease?”
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“Takes one.”
“I’d love you to take me.”
He let her feet fall to the bed and spread her legs none too gently. She couldn’t have cared less. He was manhandling her again and, god, she loved it. When he was gentle, rough, insistent or patient…
He shoved his own jeans down his hips and dropped to his knees on the end of the mattress. Then he was on her, in her, sliding his arms under her legs, lifting them over his shoulders.
“Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” she whispered once she caught her breath. She’d had sex with him more in one day than she’d had in the last year with anyone and, dear heavens, she wasn’t sure she’d ever tire of his size, his weight on her. He was sex personified and he wanted her.
He. Wanted. Her.
The phrase played over and over in her brain, until he started fucking. Nothing at all crossed her mind after that except for how incredibly sensitive her body was to his, how accommodating her pussy was to his cock, how if she used her legs and pressed on his shoulders she could fuck him even as he fucked her.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me.”
His arms were beside her head and she wrapped her hands around the thickness of his wrists and continued to lift herself on him, continued to leverage her body up, swallowing his hard length. “God, Jaz…”
“I know. Give it to me. Come for me. You know you want to.”
Oh yeah, she sure did. She wanted to give him anything he wanted. His blue eyes pierced her and held her enthralled, captive. His hips punched forward and he plunged deep even as she thrust up.
“Give it up to me, Mandi.”
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Faster. Harder. Her heels dug into his back, she could feel them connect and he growled but didn’t urge her to stop or let up.
“That’s it. More.”
And then she was there, staring up into his eyes, seeing the grimace of a smile cross his lips as he bared his teeth. He moved her legs off his shoulders and dropped on her, rolling her until she was on top of him, up on her knees, riding him.
Her hands on his hard-as-steel chest, she held herself on them while she rocked her pussy on the length of his cock, scraping her clit against the coarse thatch of his pubes.
Over and over, she pulled and pushed and fucked the shaft penetrating her, invading her, impaling her.
With one hand he grasped her nipple.
With the other he grabbed her hair, made a fist and tugged. She creamed all over him. She uttered a strangled cry as his hips bucked under her, pumping his come inside her clasping cunt.
“Told you,” he gasped, drawing her down for a kiss and nestling her head in the curve of his shoulder, “not until I’m inside you.”
Mandi nodded, completely unable to speak, form a thought or do much more than exist.
It was some moments before she could focus on anything, but once she could, she lifted her head and looked at the bedside clock.
“Hmmm.”
“What?”
“It’s almost midnight. My birthday is almost over.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
She looked down at him. “Why?”
“You sounded sad.”
“No, not sad. It’s been the best, remember?”
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“Yeah? Then what’s wrong?”
“You promised me something and you haven’t delivered.”
His brow furrowed, which, with his bald head, gave him an even more imposing, sinister look. When his look cleared, she suddenly wished she hadn’t said anything.
Wicked intent dawned in the dark blue irises of his eyes.
“You’re right, I did.” He lifted her off his body and deposited her on the bed beside him. “Up on your hands and knees.”
He didn’t wait for her to get into position but arranged her exactly as he wanted.
Manhandling her. Heat started to curl in her belly.
“I think we’ve got just enough time for the forty I promised you earlier.”
“Jaz, it really isn’t necessary.” But she secretly hoped he thought it was. It was a little naughty play that she’d never engaged in before, however she couldn’t deny the curious excitement flowing through her.
“Of course it is. Every birthday girl needs a spanking. Now, before we begin, I want to you make one last birthday wish.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “No one makes birthday wishes before spankings.”
“How do you know?”
“I don’t know, just… I’ve never heard of it.”
“Doesn’t mean it isn’t done. C’mon, make a wish. Let me know when you’ve got it.”
She thought for a second about what she should wish for, what she might want to come true in the next year, and the only thing she could come up with was the man standing behind her, waiting to spank her.
Him, and a chance to be with him for her next birthday was all she wanted. “I’ve got it.”
“Will I like it if it comes true?”
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“Yes.”
“Will it make you happy if it comes true?”
“Oh yes.”
“Good. Then let’s get to work on fulfilling it. Spankings first… Ready?”
Mandi nodded. When the first slap fell against her ass, the heat in her belly unfurled and spiraled down between her legs…
Oh fuck yeah,
the
best birthday present. Ever.
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