“I want you so much it hurts,” he confessed as he fought to speak in a calmer voice. “Just relax and I’ll make you feel good.”

“I trust you.”

Those three words, said with pure conviction, humbled him. Her beautiful eyes stared back at him with sincerity. He took a moment, found the inner strength to battle his urges, and focused on her pussy again. She was so attractive he couldn’t look at her enough. He slowly bent over her, using his hold on her legs to push her away from the edge toward the center of the mattress. Her body easily slid across his sheets until his hips pressed against the side of the bed.

He opened his mouth and licked his lips. His tongue swiped across her clit and her sweet, addictive taste weakened all his resolve. He sealed his lips around the bundle of nerves, pressed his face against her tightly, and sucked.

Jeanie’s moan and the way her hips bucked assured him he’d found the right spot. He flattened his tongue right where it needed to be, applied pressure and released her knees. He wrapped his fingers around her inner thighs, held her in place so she couldn’t wiggle enough to break the connection. She was his to pleasure and he’d make sure she wanted him as much as he did her.

Chapter Eight

Jeanie clawed at the sheets, her head thrashing as she squeezed her eyes closed. True had pinned her thighs flat to the bed with them spread wide apart as his mouth played pure hell with her clit. It felt so good it nearly hurt.

He sucked, tugging at the fleshy bud with strong pulls of his mouth. Every time she was close to coming, he’d ease off, driving her insane. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit in an upward motion, reminding her of how she liked to eat ice cream. He changed to a new pattern, wiggling it from side to side.

He was either doing it to torment her with pleasure or figuring out what she enjoyed best by trying everything he could think of to see how she’d react. She moaned, bucked her hips, but couldn’t move much. He’d made sure of that. His hands were tender but firm, not letting go. Something about being so completely at his mercy just made the high all the more potent.

She panted, feeling the sweat slicking her skin, and arched her back. It became too intense but she couldn’t close her legs. He was too strong. She’d had two sex partners in her life but they hadn’t made her feel anything close to the all-consuming ache to find release that True inspired.

“Please.” She frantically reached down, needing to touch him. Her fingers brushed the hair at the back of his head and she almost jerked her hand away. It was a real fear that she might dig her fingernails into his scalp since she’d already done that to his bedding. Instead she fisted some of the silky strands and pleaded again, “Please, True.”

He growled and the vibrations nudged her over the edge where she’d been hovering near release. Her entire body shook from the force of ecstasy blasting through her from his mouth, spreading rapidly, straight to her brain. She cried out, not even sure what she said or if it even made sense. She didn’t care. Her entire world centered on the tip of True’s tongue as it performed tight circles over the most sensitive spot on her body. She cried out again as another blast of pleasure struck.

Her vaginal muscles trembled as she survived a second climax, shocked he could make her come twice in rapid succession. “Stop,” she begged, unable to take any more. Her clit throbbed from oversensitivity.

He avoided playing with it again but his tongue explored lower, tracing over the seam of her sex. She eased her death grip on his hair once her body began to relax, her muscles turning lax after all the writhing she’d done.

“You are so sweet,” he groaned. “I want more.”

That was the only warning before his tongue penetrated her pussy. She moaned at the pleasing sensation. He withdrew almost completely and released her thighs. She thought he might rise and adjust his body over hers to find his own release. It was exciting and she longed to know how it would feel to be joined with True. All the fantasizing she’d done about having him inside her would finally become reality. She opened her eyes, peering down at him when he lifted his head. She had to let go of his hair.

The expression on his face made her start. She would have sworn he was enraged. “What’s wrong? Did I pull your hair? I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re tight.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Most guys like that, right? It had been a while since she’d had sex though. Things could have changed.

“It is right now. I’m so hard I could volunteer to be a jackhammer to break up concrete.” He tucked his head, looking away, and she noticed his knuckles had whitened from how tightly he clutched the edge of the mattress. “I also might need to cut off my pants. My dick is trapped between the material and my thigh. I need to buy a larger size to accommodate it if you stay here for long.”

His sense of humor was unexpected and she grinned, feeling extremely cheerful after he’d just given her the best orgasms of her life. It took effort to move when she really just wanted to melt into his bed but she sat up. His lips were parted, revealing the tips of his sharp canines. It was amazing he hadn’t accidentally nipped her with them, something she hadn’t thought of until that second.

“I’ll help you get out of them.”

His head snapped up. “Don’t touch me.”

Her humor vanished, replaced by concern. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

She’d thought he’d been teasing but she’d been wrong. It was pain, not anger, harshening his features. “Oh wow, True.” She couldn’t get a look at his lap since he was on his knees beside the bed. She scrambled to the other side, slid off and approached him from the side.

“Stay back.”

She paused, studying his body. He was on his knees with his hips pressed against the side of the bed. He still kept a death grip on the edge of the mattress. “Just unzip your pants and we’ll tug them down until you’re free.”

“Just go into the bathroom and close the door.”

What is it with him wanting me to go into that room? She didn’t ask. “I’m not leaving you to deal with this alone.”

He closed his eyes. “I need you to get away from me for at least ten minutes.”

Jeanie’s feelings would have been hurt if she’d thought he was saying it to be mean. He wasn’t. “Why?”

“My body will relax without you here and I’ll be able to get my pants off then.”

“You’re seriously, um, stuck?” She tried to figure out how. It should be as simple as what she’d suggested.

“Please,” he rasped. “Go take a shower.”

“No.” She eased forward a little. “I’m going to scoot down there with you. Can you turn a little? Let me see the problem and I’m sure I can think of something.” She hoped it just felt as if his penis was stuck because the material had tightened around whatever side he tucked on. “Or you can tell me where some scissors are. I can cut down the side of the seam.”

“No. Just go into the other room.”

The doorbell rang. Jeanie started at the sudden noise but True’s reaction was much worse. He snarled as his head jerked up, eyes snapping open to glare in the direction of the living room. “Fuck!”

“You can’t go get that. Should I? I’ll tell them you’re busy or taking a shower.” She highly doubted he’d want anyone to know what had him incapacitated. “Unless you think I should tell them the truth and they can help you.”

“Don’t go out there. Ignore it.”

“What if it’s important?”

“Go shower.”

“Damn, you’re stubborn. Would you leave me if I were in a bind?” She regretted saying that last word. “Sorry. Bad, unintended pun. This is ridiculous. You just were face-planted in my private parts. We’ve passed the point of modesty. Let me see the problem and we can find a solution.”