Sacrifice (6 page)

She could drown in his kiss.
Kimberly whimpered beneath the lustful demand as Jared held her against his
half naked body long moments later, his hands roaming over her back and hips as
his lips and tongue possessed her with an assurance, an ownership she knew she
could never deny.

Her hands buried in the thick,
short strands of his hair as she arched closer, trying to feel every inch of
him, every hard muscle and strong contour of the fierce male body she was
plastered to. She couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel him deep enough
inside her skin.

Every breath she took was filled
with his scent, with his passion, until she felt consumed by him.

“Good, baby,” he groaned roughly as
he tore his lips from hers long moments later, his hands pushing her blouse
from her shoulders before his lips slid down her neck, finding the creamy,
swollen curves of her upper breast as she arched to him. It was heaven and hell.
Ecstasy and agony.

“You’re killing me,” she whimpered,
feeling his fingers on the buckle of her belt, releasing it quickly before he
attacked the snap and zipper of her jeans.

Within minutes he had everything
stripped from her except the damp, violet thong she wore. Her juices spilled
from her pussy, wetting the small triangle between her thighs as Jared slid the
backs of his fingers over the soft fabric.

“I’m going to make you scream for
me,” he warned her, his voice husky, deeper, darker than she had ever heard it
before. “I’m going to make you burn, Kimber, in more ways than one.”

She shuddered in pleasure from his
voice alone. The gravelly tone rasped over her nerve endings and made her ache
in ways she had never ached before. She had never known this overwhelming
compulsion, this craving for another person’s touch.

“Jared, it’s killing me,” she
panted with the excess sensation, trembling as his lips teased the tip of her
nipple, his breath wafting heatedly over it, his lips barely smoothing it, toyed
with her.

“Then you’ll surely die before it’s
over if it’s killing you now.” She could hear the wisps of amusement lingering
at the edges of his passion. “Just relax, Kimber. You don’t have anything to
worry about here. Nothing to fear. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

She jerked, crying out as his lips
snagged the small gold ring that pierced one of her nipples and tugged. She
could feel the pleasure whipping through her body, bolts of it spearing into
her womb as her hands fell to his shoulders, her nails piercing the hard
muscles there.

“Mmm,” he murmured softly. “How
responsive you are. Let’s see what else you like now.”

His tongue curled around the tip as
his mouth covered the peak of her swollen breast, sucking it inside the wet
heat of his mouth as a strangled plea erupted from her throat.

She couldn’t bear this. Her head
fell back on her shoulders, her eyes closing helplessly as he moved her back to
the couch, laying her full length upon it as he came over her. His mouth never
broke its fierce suction; his tongue never paused in its tormenting flicks of
ecstasy against the gold ring that pierced her flesh.

He lay over her, his chest bare,
his hands stroking the fire that raged through her bloodstream as he caressed
her. The calloused warmth of his fingers stroked over her side, her hip, her
thigh, growing steadily closer to the agonizing ache between her thighs.

When he cupped her there, Kimberly
arched to him, her shattered plea breaking from her throat unbidden.

“Oh God, Jared,” she cried out.
“Please, I hurt…”

She wanted to cry from the
overwhelming pleasure, the hollow, never-ending ache that seemed to grow more
intense with each touch.

“Easy, baby.” His lips whispered
over the shell of her ear. “I’ll make the ache go away, Kimberly. Eventually…”

His fingers moved more firmly
against the damp mound of her pussy, his hand pressing on her tortured clit and
sending brilliant explosions of white-hot heat racing through her bloodstream.

Eventually? At this rate she would
dissolve from the electric pleasure before he ever got around to easing it. But
she couldn’t protest, couldn’t deny the intense sensations he was building
within her body.

“Damn, your pussy is so hot you’re
scalding my hand,” he growled, his voice tortured with his own arousal now as
his lips moved back to her breasts then lower.

Kimberly’s breath caught in her
throat as she felt his lips travel down her stomach, her abdomen, his tongue
licking her flesh, the heat of his lips searing her skin.

“Do you know what I’m going to do,
Kimber?” he asked her softly as they came to the band of her silk panties.

She whimpered at the warning tone
of his voice.

“I’m going to do what no other man
at The Club has dared to do. I’m going to eat your sweet pussy until you’re
screaming to come. Begging me to ease the ache that’s going to consume you.”

“I’ll do it now,” she cried out,
certain there was no way she could bear the additional pleasure. “I’m begging
now, Jared.”

He chuckled against the silk over
her clit, causing her to flinch at the sensation. She wouldn’t be able to bear
it. Already her body was honed to a fever pitch of excitement.

“Then,” he continued. “I’m going to
turn you over and I’m going to spank that pretty ass until it turns a bright,
fiery red, for making me wait so damned long for you.”

She shuddered, her womb convulsing
as she nearly climaxed from that threat alone.

“You like the thought of that?” he
asked her, his voice too gentle, too deep to be anything other than a warning.
“I can tell you do, baby. Your panties are so damned wet now they’ll be
dripping soon.”

Her hands tightened in his hair as
his fingers slid beneath the elastic band and began to lower the material.
Slowly, so slowly, until the silk revealed the swollen, bare folds to his gaze.

He paused then, his body tensing
above her as she watched him with drowsy heat.

His face was flushed, his lips
swollen and sensual; his eyes were like thunderclouds, swirling with more
shades of gray than she thought existed. Then his head lowered.

Suspended on a rack of torturous
pleasure, Kimberly could do nothing but shudder violently as his tongue swiped
over the cream-slick flesh of her cunt before insinuating itself into the
narrow slit and slicing through it with devastating results.

It was humiliating to climax so
easily. She should have had enough control to at least know the orgasm was
coming. Instead, the height of excitement, the heat of his tongue, and the
explosive pleasure undid her.

She arched to him, her cry
shattering the silence of the room as everything inside her detonated at the
lick. Her clit throbbed, pulsed, her vagina spilling the slick essence of her
release.

“I’m sorry,” she cried out, shame
eating at her even as the storm within her body stole her reason. “Oh God.
Jared. I’m sorry.”

Her panties were ripped from her
thighs and discarded as he moved lower, pressing her legs further apart, his
hot breath like a whiplash of sensation against her sensitive pussy.

Kimberly shuddered with the excess
of sensation still surging through her, as well as the hunger. She couldn’t control
the need, the fierce throb of desperation or her own gasping cries. Despite her
release, she needed more. So much more.

“Shhh, baby, we’re not done yet,”
he soothed her, his voice tight, a harsh growl that eased her, that assured her
that her pleasure had only pushed his arousal higher. “It’s okay, Kimberly.
Now, I get to build you back up. I’m not done with you by a long shot.”

She was being tortured. He was a
cruel, black-hearted sadist to do the things he did to her.

Lying between her thighs, his mouth
worshipped, his tongue alternately soothed and enflamed the swollen folds of
her cunt. His tongue pressed inside her vagina, sending her into an orgasm that
had her screaming for mercy. She twisted against his hold, fought the hands that
anchored her to the couch and begged, pleaded with him to ease the storm riding
mercilessly through her body.

When he finally rose from between
her thighs, his eyes were black with lust, his face flushed with it. Kimberly
shuddered with exhaustion, with her own needs and the blood thundering through
her body. How she could even conceive of the need to climax again, she didn’t
know. But the whipping, pleasure-induced flames that licked over her body
assured her that she was more than ready for more. Ready and willing, hungry
and eager.

Her breath stopped in her throat as
his hands went to the buckle of his belt. She licked her lips, her eyes
lowering with the excess passion surging through her body and watched as he
slowly unbuckled it. The wide leather fell to the side and his hands were
loosening the metal buttons that strained to stay closed over his erection.

“I wish you could see your face,”
he whispered. “Flushed and damp, your lips swollen and red and so very, very
fuckable. It’s my turn, Kimber. Are you ready for me?”

His turn. She wanted to whimper at
the knowledge of what was coming. Instead, she watched in eager anticipation as
he lowered his jeans and the snug boxer briefs, revealing the thick length of
his erection to her gaze.

Her womb convulsed in painful
arousal as her mouth watered at the sight of the dark flesh. Thick veins pulsed
with blood, the flared head glistened with pre-cum, flushed a ruddy red and
eager for attention.

“Sit up,” he growled. “I want to
watch you take me into that sweet mouth of yours, Kimber.”

She sat up slowly, her eyes trained
on the demanding length of male flesh as it came closer, closer, to her mouth.
Within seconds, it was nudging at her lips as a harsh, male groan wrapped
around her senses.

Her lips opened, her tongue
reaching out to smooth over the glistening head of his cock, tasting the wild,
salty essence of him. A low moan came unbidden from her chest as her hands
rose, the fingers of one wrapping around the lower portion of the shaft as the
other tentatively touched the taut spheres below.

“Sweet Heaven,” he groaned, his
hands threading through her hair, clenching the strands until small darts of
pain began to flicker along her skull. “That’s good, baby. So good.”

She stared up at him dazed, poised
on a pinnacle of arousal she had never known before. Her entire body ached for
release, though she had spent the past hour experiencing one orgasm after
another. She couldn’t seem to come hard enough, long enough though, to still
the flames raging through her body. She only became hotter…hungrier.

“God yes,” Jared hissed as her
mouth opened and she took the head of his cock inside its heat.

She closed her lips over him, her
tongue stroking him as her hand moved on the steel-hard flesh. She watched,
entranced, as ecstasy consumed his face, his eyes glittering beneath partially
closed eyes as he fought to breathe.

Kimberly let her tongue caress and
stroke as her lips moved over him. She drew on him, sucking him as deep as she
dared, loving the rasp of his breath, the way his fingers tightened in her hair
with his pleasure. It was more than just arousing. It was destructive to her
senses, to her emotions.

“Damn, you’re pretty like that,” he
rasped, his teeth snapping together as her tongue wriggled against the
ultra-soft flesh just beneath the head.

His thighs tightened at the caress,
his abdomen flexing with a convulsive shudder.

“That’s good,” he bit out. “Suck me
deeper, baby. Just a bit harder… Hell…yeah…”

His big body seemed to be racked
with fine, fierce tremors. She could feel the hard flexing of his cock in her
mouth and beneath her hand, see the effort it took to control his need for
release, in the taut contours of his stomach.

“Kimberly,” his hips were thrusting
his erection deeper into her mouth now, sending the flared, flexing head closer
to her throat. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he warned her hoarsely, both hands
pulling at her hair as he obviously fought to keep from sending his cock too
deep into her mouth. “Baby, I can’t wait. Let me go if you don’t want this.”

His hands didn’t relinquish their
grip though. He held her still for the penetration of her mouth, shuttling
faster between her lips as his cock seemed to swell against her tongue.

She moaned, a low, reflexive sound,
signaling her own need for his release, the desire to taste the passion she
could never fully experience.

“Now.” He moved faster, fucking
past her lips with a desperation that only spurred hers.

She tightened on him, suckling
harder, drawing him deeper until a ragged, almost enraged growl tore from his
throat a second before his release began spurting inside her mouth. Deep, hard
jets of semen pulsed from the head of his cock. His taste was earthy,
primitive, addictive.

She fought to swallow each jetting
spurt, her moans rising as her hand pumped his flesh, fighting to give him
every second of pleasure that he could wring from the experience while tremors
of excitement flashed through her own system.

She was shaking, exhausted, yet her
body still ached. A hollow, haunting pain that she feared she would never rid
herself of now.

Kimberly licked her lips wearily,
tasting the essence of him as he knelt before her. His hands framed her face,
his gray eyes staring somberly into hers as his thumbs smoothed along her
cheekbones, then her swollen lips.

“You’re like a narcotic,” he
whispered. “So powerful, so damned addictive, you make me fear for my sanity.”

Warmth exploded through her system.
His touch, his look, both were filled with such gentle amusement, and such
heated hunger that she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry over the fact
that they were only making themselves ache further.

“Jared…” Her hands gripped his
wrists, feeling the strength there as he leaned forward, caressing her lips
gently with his.

“We better get dressed and get out
of here before your spy decides to pick the lock.” He grinned as he pulled back
and moved away from her. “Son of a bitch, if this room wasn’t damned near
soundproof then I’d have to kill him yet.”

She couldn’t say anything. Kimberly
felt the words locked in her soul, emotions, frightening in their extremity
rising within her. She licked her lips, tasting him yet again, and trembled as
her vagina rippled in growing demand.

She followed his example though,
dressing quickly, ignoring her shaking hands and the tears that locked in her
throat. Just as she ignored the growing certainty that her life, from this
point forward, would never be the same again.