T. Grey - Wicked Surrender

“No, baby. God, we shouldn’t do this. You’re drunk.” Vera threw back her head and laughed, the sound dark and husky and not all human.

“Jacks, your cock is so hard you could come in a few hard strokes. Don’t tell me we shouldn’t do this.” Jacks grabbed her hips in a hard grip, fingers biting into her soft flesh. Vera loved the strength in him, her beast relished in his power.

Human, he’s only human. She gulped and tried to ease herself down, but his grip kept her from moving an inch. Her wet, hot core teased the head of his cock like feathery touch, slipping along him.

“More please.” Short, gasping words from her arched throat. Fingers dug into his hard-muscled chest, clenching and releasing like claws.

He held her tighter, his arms faintly trembling with the effort to hold her. Vera looked down at him, saw the pained expression on his face, and softened. Leaning down to him, she gently kissed his mouth, his chin, his neck.

“I want you, Jackson.” She ran her hand through his short, coffee-colored hair. She didn’t know where it came from, but the next words out of her mouth weren’t a game or pretense but came from her heart. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly. You drive me wild.”

Jacks groaned, a deep rumble from his chest, and then slowly, steadily, inch-by-inch lowered her onto his cock. Vera gasped at the hot, wide press of him, and grabbed hard onto his shoulders as he entered her. Another inch, than another, squeezing hard past her unused muscles, until finally with a hard shove, he filled her completely.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby,” he said deliriously. His hands reached to cup her bottom.

“Jacks, Jacks,” she chanted, and then they were both moving together. Slow at first, then faster she bobbed on top of him, her pussy swallowing his hard cock again and again. He stretched her so far, filled her so full, it was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

She was going to fall apart. He pushed inside, shoved her closer and closer to release. She panted into his ear, licked around the shell of it until he was driving into her faster, harder.

The bed shook and slammed into the wall with his driving thrusts. His gripped returned to her hips to push her into him in perfect harmony. His thigh muscles clenched and released under hers, working so hard to please her.

“Come, baby. I need to feel it,” he grunted hot breaths panting against her cheek.

Her cries escalated as her inner walls rippled, milking his cock. Her hips spasmed, thighs quaking and seizing as she fell over into the abyss.

“Oh, God, that’s it baby. Come hard. Oh fuck. ” His cock felt like it was being milked and sucked at the same time. He drove himself into her, letting her orgasm flex over his cock. Oh, damn, but he was gone. Couldn’t believe he’d lasted this long inside her. Perfect didn’t begin to describe her.

He fucked her tightening muscles harder, faster, and then slammed in one last time as his balls drew up and his seed blasted from his cock like a rocket. He wrapped his arms around her waist, trapping her to him as he emptied his balls into her.

Gasping, his mind reeling, his body still spinning somewhere high in the sky, Vera pushed him aside and slid to a stand. It took him several blinks to realize that she was leaving him so quickly after sex and was already getting dressed.

He opened his mouth to order her back to bed, but then he caught a glimpse of her guarded eyes and stopped himself. She looked haunted, sad even. How could she manage to feel like that after such amazing sex?

Whatever was going on in her head, one thing Jacks knew for sure, he was going to find out what it was.

Her brother Darien used to tell her to never begin a new day with yesterday’s shit. Vera snorted as she pulled on her shoes. While Darien may not always be eloquent, he was usually right--even in his own strange philosophical way.

Slipping on a denim skirt, some flats, and a black top, Vera frowned. Darien hadn’t talked to her since the accident with his woman. Even now he was on a Journey, could be in danger, and none of them would know about it. She’d do anything to ease her brother’s suffering, if only she knew how. She’d face the loss of a loved one too, but in a different way than Darien. Her love didn’t die, just didn’t want her anymore.

She took a deep, calming breath and shoved that thought aside since the love in question was in this very house.

A new day equals new shit. So today she was strapping back on her usual grin and was going to act like an adult around Jacks. She couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d had sex with him yesterday, and she couldn’t ignore that she desperately wanted to do it again, so much so that her body was already preparing itself for him, softening.

Bodies were so unreliable.

In the heat of the moment when you needed strength, it eluded you. When you wanted to resist something, it taunts you, and when you don’t want to love someone--it says fuck you, and does it anyways. Then it shoves you with the rest of your bleeding heart in a torn package while wearing nasty smile.

Happy thoughts, new day. Going to act like a mature adult.

Speaking of sexy, err, mature adults, Vera peaked under her lashes and saw the dark figure of her thoughts staring out the window. Whatever was on the outside that he was glaring at she felt sorry for it. His arms were crossed over his big, hard chest, stretching his white t-shirt until she could see his tan skin through it. He wore jeans instead of his usual cargos and they hung slow and tight on his hips.

She tried to look at him and not remember last night, but it was like being hit with a car and sitting in the hospital room the next day…while in a full body cast swearing it never happened. She wasn’t that crazy. The sex between them had been intense, boiling hot, and her body was ready for a repeat experiment.

Not gonna happen, she told it. Her sex pouted in disappointment.

If there was one thing she couldn’t lie about though it was that she’d never had sex that felt like that. She’d been so hungry for him; it reminded her of her breeding cycle. Except she wasn’t breeding. Yet she’d wanted him with the same desperation as if she were. She still wanted him with a fervor that sent a flicker of unease skirting through her.

No, no, it couldn’t be.

Quickly burying the thought, she headed to the door and called out, “I want to go for a walk before the next meeting. You coming or--” Her words trailed off to a whisper as he turned to look at her. Her mouth dried up at the searing heat in his gaze. His blue eyes were darker than the sky at midnight--the same color they’d been when he was deep inside her last night. His arms fell to his sides; big hands that curled into even bigger fists.

She swallowed twice before her eyes fell down over his hard chest, remembering the hard, firm feel of him under her hands was sweet punishment. Then her eyes trailed down to his jeans where his cock filled out hard beneath his zipper.

“Do you see something you like?”

Hell yes.

Clearing her dirt dry throat she croaked, “Not really. I just really want to go for a walk.” She sounded desperate, even to her own ears.

He strode towards her with the hard, long steps of a general marching on the war front. She tried to side step him, but he grabbed her hips, thrust her into the wall, and crowded her with his body. Her body flushed with warm, delicious heat, softening just for him. His cock was a blatant reminder against her stomach.

Lips, kissing the corner of her mouth, across her flushed cheek, to the corner of her ear. Then he whispered dark and dangerous, “I think you like me, baby. I think you like me a lot. Your body’s on fire for me, I can feel. I can see it.”