What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [95]
When Jenna sucked in her breath this time, she wasn’t faking it. She’d just had to tell him yesterday how much she craved his cock, tossing around the word like it was light and casual, hadn’t she? In an instant, however, she understood that she was to get way more than just his cock in this fantasy—and that remained daunting. Very daunting. Her tight corset was making it difficult to breathe.
“What do you say to that, my lady?” he finally asked, his expression threatening. Even though she knew he was simply playing a role, her stomach churned lightly—because he’d been playing a role in the dungeon, too, but it had also seemed very real. She had to wonder—her trepidation returning, damn it—what her commanding guide had in store for her now.
When she didn’t reply, he went on. “My crew and I will gladly deliver you to your husband—all you need to do is spread your legs.”
“No,” she said, “I cannot.” Then she turned away. She didn’t exactly mean the words yet she wasn’t sure she wanted what he had planned for her here, either. Meaning . . . more than him—other guys, too. Inside her. And she’d ultimately reaped pleasure from that in the dungeon, but it hadn’t come easily. Perhaps it had been stupid of her to look so merrily forward to this—thinking only of Brent, Brent, Brent. She’d somehow forgotten to see the big picture here.
“Well, my lovely wench,” Brent said, “if that’s your decision, so be it.”
She spun to face him again, surprised.
That’s when he added, “What you do not choose to give, we’ll simply take.”
Their eyes locked just before he moved toward her in a rush. Instinctively, she lifted her arms in front of her and Brent grabbed tight to both wrists. She found herself struggling, not against Brent but against the lusty pirate he’d become. Before she knew it, she’d toppled to her knees and he came down with her, pushing her to her back in the warm sand.
Pinning her arms to the beach on each side of her head, he kissed her—hard. And whatever strange combination of reactions she felt in that moment—worry, lust, intimidation, nervousness—it all fell away and she suffered nothing but the joy of being beneath him, taking his hot kisses and returning them with everything inside her.
When he shoved his knee between her thighs, she let out a moan and sank deeper into every sensation. Soon he freed her wrists, and she ran her fingers through his hair, digging them into his broad shoulders. At the same time, he captured her breasts in his grip, making her cry out at the rough caress—then he yanked the dress from her shoulders, where it was already loose, until her tits were on display. A growl erupted from his throat just before he latched his mouth on to one tightly engorged nipple, sucking deeply, wildly, making her sob as she wriggled beneath him, her pussy flooding with heat.
He moved hungrily to the other breast, the stubble on his chin abrading her soft flesh, but she didn’t care—it compared nothing to the powerful need he sent spilling through her.
One moment he’d nearly doused her arousal with his threats of multiple lovers—the next he’d completely restored it, driving her even wilder than she’d been to begin with.
“Oh! God—yes!” she heard herself cry as he sucked her tit almost painfully. Her delight overrode that, and as the intense sun burned down on them, all she wanted was more—more of whatever Brent wanted to give her.
Finally, when he released her tender nipple from his mouth, his breathing labored, he peered down at her. “You’ve become more agreeable, I see.”
She was just as breathless, admitting, “So I have.”
When Brent looked deep into her eyes she felt it everywhere, moving through her like hot liquid. “Have you been a long while without a man, my lady?”
Continuing to meet his gaze, she thought of the last two days without him inside her. “It . . . feels that way.”
She knew his next deeply spoken words were about more than his role—they were about what was coming, about preparing her for it. “Then give