Viper's Kiss Page 7

  His hands moved back around and gripped her waist tight.

  He kissed her soft mound. His tongue came forward, slipping between her legs, curling, bringing her body to life. Jessa groaned and thrust at him. She opened her legs for him. Blaine watched as her sweet petals deflowered themselves right before his eyes. The beautiful wetness clinging to her folds.

  Blaine growled under his breath and then went in for the kill.

  Soft and sweet was not a card he knew how to play.

  His mouth suckled hard to Jessa’s sex, demanding all her sweet honey into his mouth. She moved to her toes, grabbed his head, and let out a scream. His tongue came forward and pressed against her tight pussy. Swirling with tiny circles, he opened her, thrusting his tongue into her body, feeling her clenching against him. She was soft, welcoming, and so damn tight.

  Blaine pulled away for a second, just to let out a breath. There was a split second of hesitation, something that never happened with him. Not even in the wildest and sickest situations ever would he hesitate. Blaine always went balls in… literally.

  His mouth touched Jessa’s pussy again, his lips savoring hers. His tongue curled again, his tongue tugging at her clit. Her little nub was hard. He sucked there for a few seconds and Jessa lost her balance. Her knees bent with a fresh gush of wetness. Her hands slapped against the wall and she yelled again.

  Christ, she’s already starting to come.

  Blaine slid his hands around to her ass and lifted. Her legs flipped over his shoulders and he stood up. Jessa went into the air with an even louder scream. Both hands grabbed at his hair. It was certain she had never been handled like this before. But Blaine was doing her a favor. He was getting her off her feet so she could enjoy it more.

  He walked her to the table and put her down on it. It was the greatest meal he’d ever have at his dining room table. His mouth didn’t leave her body during the move. His hands slid up her body, his right hand cutting up her shirt. His left hand turned, his thumb pulling at her soft mound, exposing her even more. He suckled hard against her clit and pulled back. Jessa tried to go with him but Blaine held her down. He felt her rolling against his tongue as she let out a painful cry.

  “Fuck!” she yelled.

  His mouth popped free. He looked up at her. He licked his lips. Her eyes were wide, still full of fear, but the lust was taking over. She was breaking open in so many ways.

  Their eyes locked and Blaine couldn’t break the stare. He brought his thumb down to her clit and pressed. He twisted his thumb and watched her body react. Her hips wiggled and she bit her lip.

  “Yeah,” Blaine said. “You fucking love it. You’ve always wanted this.”

  His thumb slid down and touched her tender hole. He pressed against her, feeling her welcome his touch. As he moved his thumb he heard the sound of it. The wetness was everywhere. It was driving him fucking insane to stare at her like this.

  Jessa started to breathe heavier. Her hips pumped back and forth, shaking the table.

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “Go… hurry…”

  Blaine brought his hand between her legs. He thrust two fingers into her pussy. He dug deep, feeling her squeezing against him. He turned his fingers and curled, knowing right where to find all the right spots. The second he did so, Jessa’s head fell back and she moaned.

  Grinning, Blaine stayed right there. Curling his fingers over and over like he was calling someone over to him. The only true thing he was calling was for Jessa’s climax.

  Which he got a few seconds later.

  Jessa bent her legs and brought them to the table. She dug her heels and lifted her ass off the table. Blaine was so close to touching Jessa’s breast but he couldn’t resist cupping her ass while she came. That wild feeling of a woman clenching, releasing, clenching… ah, the fucking greatest drug ever… sex…

  Blaine cupped her ass with one hand as she came. He put his mouth back to her clit and stayed there as she rocked up and down. He felt her oozing to his touch and knew this was long from being over.

  When Blaine stopped, he grabbed Jessa at her hips. He kissed up to the bottom of her shirt and hoodie. That’s when he stood completely up.

  “Holy fuck,” Jessa groaned as she reached for his shirt.

  Blaine grabbed her wrist and twisted it away.

  “You don’t get to say that yet, sweetheart,” Blaine growled. “I’m just getting started with you.”

  ten.

  Jessa was losing her fucking mind.

  Every second with Blaine she told herself to get the hell away from him. But she didn’t stop him. Yeah, she grabbed his hair… but she pulled it. She stared into his eyes as he made her come.

  It was betrayal, wasn’t it? The worst kind of betrayal. Losing herself to some wicked fantasy temptation. But it felt so good. It felt too good to be real. But Blaine knew everything. Without asking a question, he knew goddamn everything. He knew how unsatisfied Jessa had been. He knew how to kiss, lick, suck, and move in ways that seemed impossible. When she climaxed the first time, it was a tingling rush that her body had been craving for so long. The second time, after Blaine threw her on top and went back to work, that was like a weight lifting off of her heart.

  And now she was sitting up, following the command of Blaine’s hands as he took off her hoodie and shirt at the same time. She then put her hands to the table and leaned back a little. To her, Blaine was like a sexy monster. He towered over her, his leather cut ragged and worn, a symbol of his outlaw status and the wild life he now lived.

  He leaned forward and went right for her chest. His tongue was everywhere, kissing, sucking, working down to the top of her bra. His hands went to her back and unclipped her bra with ease. As he pulled back, Jessa sat up and let the last piece of her clothing fall off her body. Even in her wildest dreams she never thought she’d be naked in front of Blaine.

  She blamed the whiskey but that wasn’t true.

  Blaine swiped the bra off the table and then touched just under her breasts. It was a subtle move but torture. She wanted to be touched. She couldn’t remember ever having such a wild urge to be touched. All this coming after Blaine blamed her for the murder of his fiancee… and she threw a bottle and a chair at him. Then punched him.

  It made Jessa’s heart race even faster as she thought about it.

  All that lingering emotion between them boiling over.

  Blaine’s mouth moved right over her left breast, taking it all into his mouth. She grabbed at his hair again. He sucked hard, bringing a slight pain to Jessa. But it gave way to feeling really fucking good. His tongue swirling so hard and fast around her nipple. Then him pulling off her, his teeth grazing her nipple, making her whimper as she anticipated more pain. But it never came. He knew exactly how to do everything.

  “Ah, fuck,” Blaine said. “I’ve waited… so fucking long…”

  His mouth went to her other breast. Jessa put her head back and chased all the bad thoughts away. Her body needed this. It didn’t matter what the past meant. Right now, they were both single. Willing. Able. Whatever.

  Jessa put her hands to Blaine’s shoulders and pushed. He broke away from her but his hands didn’t. His left hand moved up and his right hand down. He slid over her breast as his fingers slid between her legs.

  It felt like everything was moving so slow, but it was anything but. They both knew whoever blinked first would come to some sense of reality and stop all this.

  Jessa wasn’t in the mood to blink.

  She slithered forward, feeling Blaine’s fingers touching her sex. She rocked her hips a little, wanting him inside her. Before she knew it, her hand was between his legs, cupping his jeans. Squeezing, easily finding his dick. If he was hard, he was thick as hell. If he wasn’t hard yet, she was really screwed when he got hard.

  Just like magic… she felt him thickening. Pressing against his jeans. Another beast that wanted out.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

  “Remember,” Blaine said. �
��You touched it. Now you’re going to get it.”

  Blaine pulled at Jessa and he put his face to her chest. He lifted her and spun her, walking her from the kitchen. He had the house memorized and walked without taking his mouth from her body. She felt his tongue switching from breast to breast, leaving her on the edge of coming and screaming at the same time.

  Once in a bedroom, Blaine threw her to the bed. Literally. She felt her body hit the bed and bounce. A second later she propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Blaine took off his leather cut and ripped his shirt off. Jessa grabbed at his jeans, and pulled him closer to her. He gripped her shoulders tight and stared down at her, nodding.

  Jessa fumbled with his belt buckle, again blaming the whiskey. She was drunk. That’s all. Nothing wrong with getting drunk and have a quick fuck. Who cares?

  She tore at Blaine’s jeans, sliding them down. When his cock popped free, she gasped and inched back, afraid it was going to hit her. She couldn’t imagine what she saw standing tall and thick before her. The heaviest, most defined cock she’d ever seen in her life. Inch by inch, throbbing veins, a fat and beautiful cut tip, all of which Blaine planned on planting inside her body.

  “Fuck,” she whispered.

  “That’s right,” Blaine said.

  He pushed at her shoulders and pinned Jessa to the bed. There obviously wasn’t any chance of her playing with him. This was a one track thing and it was going to end with Blaine’s dick in her. This was about feeling pain, feeling grief, feeling guilt and anger. All Blaine knew to relieve himself was to fuck someone. Jessa saw that from the second Blaine opened his bedroom and saw those women… and now she was the one.

  As Blaine came at her, common sense attacked and she grabbed at his waist.

  “Wait,” she said, almost out of breath with anticipation. “What about… something?”

  “Fuck that,” Blaine said. He brought his lips to Jessa’s. He kissed to her ear. “I always take care of myself, sweetheart. I’m as clean as you are. I talk big but would never fuck something without making sure… get it?”

  “What about me?” Jessa asked.

  “You’re different. Now tell me one thing… do I need to pull out or no?”

  Jessa felt her body tingle everywhere. It was the hottest moment of her entire goddamn life. With her best friend’s fiancé.

  She took a shuddered breath and shook her head. “No…”

  “I like you even more now,” Blaine said.

  He thrust forward and pressed himself to Jessa. The instant pressure made Jessa jump up. Her hands grabbed at the back of his shoulders. There was enough muscle that her fingers were able to curl and hang on to him. She then bit at his chest, screaming as the intense feeling got worse.

  “It hurts just once,” Blaine said. “Fucking deal with it.”

  What an asshole…

  But Jessa couldn’t stop him. Not that she wanted to stop him. Each inch hurt more but then it all started to feel impossibly good. The way he pulled back and thrust forward with precision. The way his hands knew where to touch and how to touch. Jessa lifted her feet off the bed and touched her ankles to the back of Blaine’s legs. She felt his muscles flexing each time he pounded forward.

  When his mouth touched her neck, her body went into overdrive again. He kissed down to her left breast and took her back into his mouth. He sucked harder than before. Jessa grabbed at his hair, letting out another wild cry. But Blaine didn’t stop. He fucked her harder, sucked at her harder. Everything got harder, including him. When his teeth pulled against her sensitive nipple, she pulled at his hair. Blaine pulled away with resistance, leaving Jessa with a stinging pain in her breast.

  Blaine put his hands to her breast and lifted up. Jessa then slapped him across the face. She gasped as Blaine smiled. He was still fucking her the entire time.

  “I don’t care,” he whispered. “Do it again if you need to.”

  Jessa did it again. Her right connected with this cheek, this time a little softer. Her nails curled, dug, and she pulled at him. Her body was on fire with urges she never knew she had. Her right hand clawed at his neck, demanding his mouth to hers. They kissed. Her other hand reached down and she crunched up, needing to touch his beautiful ass. Her hand was too small to battle against his ass flexing. She hooked her ankles together and started to thrust back at Blaine.

  He went deeper. He went faster. The sound of their sex filled the room. From the squeak of the bed to Jessa’s hopeless groans to Blaine’s rattlesnake hisses.

  Each thrust forward, Blaine’s body crashed harder to Jessa’s thighs. Every muscle ached from what Blaine was doing to her. Her climaxes were soon connected, leaving the tingling feeling endless. She found comfort in kissing Blaine’s neck, biting at him, wanting him to feel pain.

  But she knew the only way Blaine felt pain was in his heart. That’s why he did so much. That’s why he took everything out through sex. Because it helped. Because it worked.

  Jessa couldn’t argue with that theory though. She was on the receiving end of Blaine and it was working.

  His hands slithered down her body and moved around to her ass. He lifted her off the bed, making her all his. Jessa tried to rock her hips but Blaine squeezed and was in complete control. He growled into her ear. She felt him getting thicker by the second.

  The tips of his fingers pulled at her, spreading her, one of his fingers inching closer to somewhere else. His fingers kneaded and then dug into her ass. Both her hands were wrapped tight around Blaine’s neck, clinging onto him as though if she let go she would fall off a cliff. There was nothing she could do but wait for the end… or wait for what he was going to do next. As his fingers played with her body, rubbing, pressing, making her jump and whimper, wondering if he would actually do something back there, Blaine let out groan.

  “Fuck, sweetheart,” he said.

  He pulled back and out of her body. There was a split second where Jessa felt herself desperate. Her sex shivered. Blaine slid right back into her, stealing her breath. He then started to come. His thick cock pulsed over and over, filling her. Each time he came, he thrust and grunted. Jessa moaned, feeling every inch of Blaine deep inside her.

  Jessa forced a hand between their bodies and felt the hard ripples of Blaine’s stomach as he kept going. It was like he would never stop coming.

  Jessa then expected Blaine to pull out and just leave. That was his style, right? After all, they were just having angry sex. They were having guilt filled sex.

  Blaine pulled back, leaving just the tip of his dick resting against her delicate flower. He made fists and put them to the bed. He stared down at her.

  “We shouldn’t have done that,” Jessa whispered.

  “Then I shouldn’t be doing this,” Blaine said.

  He thrust forward. Jessa felt her back arch. She grabbed for the sheets and let out a groan.

  Blaine started to fuck her again.

  That’s when she realized it was going to be a long fucking night.

  eleven.

  Blaine had a cup of coffee and a bottle of beer in front of him. He looked forward and saw the residue of the whiskey from where Jessa had thrown the bottle at him. The glass was still on the floor. He was sitting in the chair she had thrown at him. Right behind him was the wall where he had pinned her against and started the night. Hell, he sat at the table where he devoured her. Tasted her sweet pussy until she came so hard he thought the table was going to break.

  It was almost virginal with her last night. Then again, anyone who experienced Blaine for the first time was in some ways a virgin.

  This was way different though.

  Jessa was lingered in a past Blaine ran from. A past he wanted nothing more to do with. That life when he had thought he was going to do the right thing and help people. Being thrust into a world of corruption and violence left his heart chiseled into pieces. The only person that put it back together was Janey. Her little innocence made the job worth doing. If Blaine could take care o
f the bad guys, it would make it safer for her. Even though she didn’t look a thing like him, she was his baby. His girl. His princess. Yeah, her mother was a little off the deep end, but leaving Meghan meant leaving Janey. Hell, leaving Meghan meant losing Jessa too. There was no hiding that anymore. All those moments between them where it felt like something existed…

  “Shit,” Blaine whispered.

  He stood up and grabbed the coffee mug. He sipped the black coffee and looked over his shoulder.

  Jessa was still sleeping.

  It was just a one time thing. A one night thing. They let all those emotions boil over and fell into it together. She wanted to be fucked and Blaine wanted to fuck her. That’s all it was. They were hurt, angry, and needed relief. There was nothing wrong with that.

  This was the exact reason why Blaine preferred to have more than one woman at the same time. So there was no confusion, no worries, nothing lingering. Better yet, it’s why he did all his business at the clubhouse. Never in his house. Christ, never in the house. In fact… Jessa was the first.

  “Fuck,” he said and drank more coffee.

  Under the sink, he had a bag of cell phones. He grabbed a random one and stood back up. Off the kitchen was a small room that had a desk and some random pictures on the wall. Blaine figured you could call it a den, whatever the hell that was. He opened the desk drawer and dug through, finding an old notebook. When the time had come for him to split the life of justice, he took a few phone numbers and memories with him.

  One of those numbers was an old partner named Petey.

  Blaine didn’t expect Petey to answer, but he did.

  “Who the fuck is this?”

  “Blaine.”

  There was silence. Lots of silence.

  Yeah, Blaine had dumped the law to become an outlaw. Yeah, he had set fire to every bridge built and took off. But who would blame him after what had happened?

  “Jesus Christ,” Petey said. “Blaine.”