Crime and Punishment 4: Burning Submission (10 page)

“Hurry, Josh,” she whispered.

He understood her urgency. He felt it in every inch of his flesh.

Checking traffic, he put the truck in gear and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road. As they headed out of town, Jennifer removed the seat belt and leaned over. She gently rubbed her hand up and down the bulge protruding from behind the zipper of his jeans, setting his loins on fire.

“If you want to play with it, sweetheart, do it right,” he murmured and braced his hands around the steering wheel. God help him if she took him in her mouth.

Jennifer practically ripped the button off his jeans trying to get them open. He shifted slightly, allowing her to unzip them and free his straining rod. When her warm hand came into contact with the bare flesh of his cock, a tingling began in his balls that had him hissing.

“Are you doing that?” he asked. “That tingle I feel?”

She leaned over and kissed the side of his neck. “I think so.” She wrapped her fingers around his length and pumped downward.

Josh growled deep in his throat and wondered where would be a good place to pull over. The house was a few miles down the road, but he wasn’t sure he would make it that far.

He turned down the small two-lane road that led to her house. It was dusk, just light enough he didn’t need headlights yet, but he turned them on anyway. Better to be safe than sorry, especially since he wove every time she brushed her thumb over the engorged head of his shaft.

When she leaned over and took him hungrily into her mouth, he nearly ran off the road. “Son of a bitch,” he snarled and buried the fingers of his right hand in her hair.

Her mouth felt warm. Her tongue sent little sparks along his rigid cock, making his balls draw up tight. He could see her driveway just ahead. Barely slowing down, he grabbed her shoulder to keep her from falling as he made the sharp turn into her gravel lane.

Her mouth kept working his length up and down. Her hand at the base moved upward to meet her lips. Her teeth scraped along the head before she sucked him back into her mouth, making him shudder from head to toe. She took him so deep, the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat. She moaned, and the sound vibrated along his shaft. He wanted to slam the breaks, lift her onto his lap, and shove himself into her far enough she would swear she choked.

He came to a quick stop in front of the house and shut off the engine. With hungry little sucking sounds that almost sent him over the edge, Jennifer devoured his cock. Josh let his head fall back and his eyes close, just enjoying the feel of her mouth. He tightened the grip he had on her hair as he came closer to release.

He drew in a slow breath, fighting hard the need to force her to swallow him. It was what he did at the clubs. He’d make the submissives take it all, swallow him while he shot his cum deep in their throats.

He never did, though, unless he knew they were okay with it, that a forced blowjob wasn’t a hard limit. He had no idea what Jennifer wanted or liked or if she would even be okay with the kind of sex he demanded. He would need to take things slow with her—ease her into it.

Right now she was easing his cum from his balls. God, he was so close. Applying gentle pressure, Josh pushed against the back of her head. Jennifer shifted, getting a better angle. With a soft moan, she took him deeper.

Josh sighed. “That’s it, sweetheart. Suck me till I come.”

She hummed around his cock, sending sharp tingles all the way up his spine.

“Lick it, sweetheart. Then I’m going to make you come,” he growled. “I’ll lick that pussy until you scream.”

Jennifer worked her mouth faster. Josh sucked in a breath and then groaned as his release slammed through him like a wrecking ball. He lifted his hips, shooting his cum into her mouth. Jennifer took it all and licked over the tip, making sure to get every drop.

He tugged her hair, pulling her face up to his for a kiss. His cock was still hard as a rock, his lust for her just as strong as it had been a second ago.

“Josh,” she whined into his kiss.

“Damn it, woman. I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Do it,” she whispered. “Please.”

He should take her in the house. They had groceries in the back that needed to be unloaded. She deserved better than the front seat of his truck, but damn if his body would listen to his head.

JENNIFER COULD FEEL Josh struggling with himself. He wanted her, but he held back. Jennifer wished she had his control. Right now, she wanted him so badly she would have no problem shoving him back, straddling his lap, and taking him.

But they needed a condom. She wasn’t on birth control. It would be incredibly stupid to have sex without one, despite how good it would feel.

“Jennifer,” he demanded. “Climb out on your side and walk in the house. Now.”

“But…”

“Now, Jennifer, before I lose it and take you on the damn ground.”

She ran her hand down his hard chest, felt the tense ridge of his muscles beneath her touch. “I’m not sure I can.”

“Go in the house, take off your underwear, and bend over the back of the couch.”

She shivered at the command in his voice. Without another word, she nodded and pushed away from him. To anyone else under any other circumstances, he would sound mean. To her, he sounded incredibly sexy.

AS SHE CLIMBED from the truck, Josh was able to breathe a bit more. The tingling eased, but the lust remained. The desire might not be as strong, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there, simmering below the surface. He narrowed his eyes toward the porch and watched as she slowly walked up the stairs.

It was in the back of his mind to check the house, but that nagging pull to have her wouldn’t let him act on anything else. Besides, the motion cameras hadn’t alerted his phone app, so it was doubtful anyone was in there anyway.

He took a deep breath and tightened his fingers around the steering wheel as he watched her unlock the door and stumble inside.

Before disappearing in the shadows of the entry hall, she glanced back at him, and his entire composure broke. His cock throbbed, and precum leaked from the purple tip. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d combust.

Growling, he threw open the driver’s-side door and bounded up the stairs. He slammed the door behind him with one hand and reached into his pocket for the condom with the other. At least he had enough common sense to remember that.

He turned into the living room as he lifted the condom wrapper to his mouth. He tore it open with his teeth and glared at Jennifer, who stood by the couch instead of leaning over it like he’d said.

She’d taken her jacket off. The dress he’d make quick enough work of. He wanted her naked. He wanted her bent over. And he wanted it now.

“Didn’t I tell you to be bent over that couch?” he snapped.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she turned around, putting her back to him. She bent forward, bracing her hands on the back of the sofa, which had been left in the middle of the room, facing the fireplace.

He started to turn on the light and then remembered the bulbs in the kitchen the last time they’d lost control, and thought better of it.

“Lift your skirt over your ass,” he commanded.

JENNIFER’S FINGERS TREMBLED as she reached behind her to lift her skirt. Only one side came up, so she changed hands to lift the other. The cool air of the room hit the backs of her thighs, and she shivered.

“Get that underwear off, Jennifer,” he commanded. “As sexy as it is, the damn things are in the way of me getting my cock inside you.”

Jennifer swallowed at the rough sound of his voice. These commands should’ve offended her or at the very least pissed her off. How could he talk to her like that and it send a wave of lust to her core?

She shoved her panties down and listened with excitement to his steps as he walked across the hardwood floor. Every thump of his shoes against the wood made her pulse race faster.

“Step out of them,” he demanded. “I want to be able to get those legs nice and wide.”

She obeyed. She probably needed to be wide. The man was huge. Her pussy clenched at the thought of all that thick girth pushing inside her. It had been so long since she’d had sex; would he hurt her?

She glanced over her shoulder as he braced his hands on her hips, holding her steady. He slid one hand between her legs, smearing his fingers through the cream coating her entrance. She dug her fingers into the cushions at the feel of his touch. The distance hadn’t lessened the desire. She was still just as hungry for him now as she had been all day.

He put the head of his cock at her entrance, and she whimpered, anxious to have him fill her. When he pressed forward, she jerked back, meeting his thrust with one of her own. They both groaned loudly, and Jennifer didn’t care how loud the sound was as it echoed through the mostly empty room.

Her walls ached as his oversize cock drove deep, but the feeling of fullness only intensified her need. Tingles worked along her back and down her legs.

Josh must’ve felt them too. She heard him grunt as he dug his fingers into her hips. “Don’t let it get out of control, Jenn,” he murmured.

She swallowed, instantly understanding what he meant. He pulled back and then thrust in again, this time going balls-deep. Jennifer gasped and ground herself against his groin. When she’d first taken him in her mouth, she’d wondered if there was such a thing as too big. But not now. He felt so good. Her walls were stretched over him so tight she could feel every inch of him. Even his heartbeat thumped wildly against her channel.

“Josh, don’t stop,” she pleaded; then her face heated in embarrassment.

“I couldn’t now if I tried,” Josh snarled as be began to pump in long, steady strokes that had her crying out in pleasure.

She reached past her leg and grabbed his thigh. Josh snatched her hand away and put it back on the sofa. He leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, “I don’t have anything to tie you up with, so for now, you keep those hands there until I’m done with you. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Every part of her ignited in hot flames. Who would’ve ever thought being talked to like that would be such a turn-on? Not her, but dear Lord, the rough quality of his commands had her wanting to mewl like a cat in heat.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

He kissed the back of her shoulder before straightening up and thrusting in a rhythm that nearly had her rocketing to oblivion. Her release came fast and hard. She screamed as every nerve ending in her body erupted into sharp sparks that felt like tiny bites.

Josh kept thrusting. Not showing her any mercy, he changed the angle of his hips, which caused the head of his shaft to bump against something inside her that sent her over the edge once more.

Her head dropped to the back of the sofa, her arms too weak to hold herself up. Josh wrapped his hand in the hair at her nape and tugged her up, almost flush with his chest.

He buried his cock deep and held it there as he murmured in her ear, “I’m not done with you yet. I know you have one more in you.”

Jennifer moaned as Josh slid his hand around and pinched her clit. With a gasp of surprise, she fell again, this time screaming his name as he thrust three times and lost himself to his own release with a growl of utter fulfillment.

Jennifer shivered and held tight to the back of the couch. She still hadn’t let it go. “You’re insane,” she whispered.

Josh made a sound close to her neck that was more like a puff of air than the snort he’d probably meant. “I need to get you upstairs, but I don’t want to move,” he said tiredly.

Their breathing sounded harsh in the quiet room. She could also hear the roar of blood rushing frantically through her veins. Josh pulled slowly from her channel, and she whined in protest. Her body wanted him back. Her mind was screaming that they needed to stop.

Death by sex sounded a lot sexier than it really was.

Chapter Fifteen

Josh lifted Jennifer in his arms and turned to head to the stairs. As he did, a wave of dizziness made him wobble to the side and brace himself against the doorjamb.

“Josh, put me down,” Jennifer said, her voice full of worry.

He should, but it was his job to take care of her. At his friend Nathan’s club, he’d always carried the submissives off the floor once they were done with a scene.

But they weren’t at the club. This hadn’t been a scene. And on top of that, right now Josh was just as weak as Jennifer.

Part of it was his injury. The other part was the sex, and some of it he attributed to the odd energy that always seemed to be hovering between them. At times even controlling them.

“Josh, please put me down,” she repeated.

Josh reluctantly set her on her feet and pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think I should probably be asking you that.” She ran her hand over his scar, and the tissue tingled beneath her touch.

He put his hand over hers. “I’m okay. I didn’t scare you, did I?”

“When you wobbled, you did.”

He smiled slightly and pulled away from her so he could see her face. “I meant the sex.”

Her face flushed pink, and Josh thought she’d never looked more adorable. Girls at the clubs didn’t usually blush. He found it refreshing, and he hoped she never lost that trace of innocence.

“No. You didn’t. I think I…” She cleared her throat before continuing. “I liked it.”

“Good.”

He was relieved he’d read her right. Some girls didn’t like his rough commands and the whole do-as-I-say-right-now demeanor. Some preferred the sweet and gentle type. There were times he could be that, but most times, he was just as he had been with Jennifer: rough and demanding.

“Come on. Let’s get you upstairs.”

Jennifer allowed Josh to wrap his arm around her. They walked together up the steps, but halfway to the top, Josh realized he was leaning on her much more than he should. He’d overdone it, and his body was retaliating.

Josh didn’t stop at her room. Instead, he kept walking to his at the back of the house. Jennifer glanced up at him in question. “Are you going to hold me hostage?”