Jenna's Consent (16 page)

She expected someone to try to kiss her so she sucked in her
lips, trapping them between her teeth, eliminating their ability to take her
mouth.

Instead rough hands widened her knees on the mattress and
spiky hair tickled her inner thighs as the stranger moved closer, insinuating
his head between her legs. She arched against Nick as he held her tight. A
whimper broke free from her chest when the mystery man blew across her clit,
then sucked it along with her slick pussy lips into his mouth, licking her
roughly.

She tried to convince herself it was Jackson between her
legs but she didn’t believe it.

How could she? He would never do anything without Skye and
they didn’t share anymore.

Ian used to do that, just like that. Blow on her clit,
tasting her, seducing her mind from between her legs. Whomever the stranger
really was morphed into Ian inside her mind’s eye. Love and hate welled to the
point of bursting.

I can’t do this.

He would never approve.

She realized in that moment how much he still had a hold of
her. Four years later he still lived inside her head, guiding her actions, her
thoughts, her fears.

Her safe word flitted across her tongue as the stranger
licked her pussy. He nibbled and sucked on her clit as if it were his favorite
treat and he had a two-for-one coupon.

Energy flooded her body, drowning her in a type of fear she
couldn’t process on her own.

Nick had planned some kind of ménage. Realization and
yearning zapped across her brain cells, scrambling her head.

Several rational thoughts floated through her mind somehow
unscathed amongst the chaos.

One, to just grimace and bear it because she wanted Nick to
be happy. Another, to yell Ian’s name so she could escape, never tasting the
forbidden fruit surrounding her.

What did she do instead?

She reared back, trying to headbutt Nick’s face. Her skull
brushed against his jaw as his lightning-quick reflexes kicked in.

“Jesus—”

Stopping there wasn’t in the cards for her temper tantrum.

She tried again, connecting with something, making him
“oomph”. As soon as he stepped back she kicked at him, bring her leg up to kick
the asshole between her legs.

Nick grabbed her around the waist with an arm that felt like
a giant crowbar. Then he latched on to her ankle, swinging it around to the
side, wrapping it around his thigh, making her balance all her weight against
him and up on one knee.

She squirmed, riding the man’s face below her. “Please…”

That word made no sense with what her brain told her. The
plea didn’t compute with the
no, no, no
bouncing around inside her.

Her words failed her when she needed them the most so she
did the only thing she could think of. She screamed.

It was high-pitched, startling both of the guys.

She sucked in another breath but Nick released her waist to
physically close her mouth. He clasped his palm tightly over her nose and lips.

Breath play.

Damn she liked breath play from him. His hands were big and
strong and wide and he wasn’t shy about using his strength against her. For
her. With her.

Slowly he lowered her elevated leg back to the mattress and
he manhandled her back where he wanted her.

The fear slowly receded, melting away as she leaned back
into him. She was so close to coming she tried to get away again, closing her
thighs around the stranger’s head.

He held her thighs open, not even acting like he needed to
fight her. Nick aided her predicament, keeping her knees apart by widening his
stance.

She pumped her fists, fighting her natural reaction to
orgasm because she hadn’t asked permission. Her eyes closed behind the
blindfold as her body relaxed into Nick’s keeping.

As if that were what he’d been searching for, he relaxed his
hand.

“Can I come, Sirs?” flew out of her mouth as soon as she had
enough breath.

“No,” reached her from behind and beneath.

She clenched her thighs again but it was no use. They held
her trapped between them, forcing her to take something she could never give in
to if left to her own choices.

She couldn’t get away.

Her eyes flew open and she tried to see something, to search
for anything tangible to ground her when she finally gave into the face she
didn’t want to get away.

Nick tugged her corset cups farther down, filling his hands
to overflowing with her breasts. He rubbed his cheek against one shoulder,
licking her collarbone, leaving bite marks, making her ride the fake Ian’s
tongue.

So good. Perfect.

“Come,” Nick ordered next to her ear as he tweaked her
nipple, twisting it.

Instant climax flashed outward as if a star exploded inside
her. Millions of flashes of light and a supersonic boom echoed beneath her
flesh. Muscle contractions jerked her hips and she couldn’t control anything.

Couldn’t focus or retain any kind of composure.

Pure sensation drove her movements.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Sirs. Thank you.”

Nick still stood behind her and grabbed her ass cheek. He
tucked his condom-covered dick against the crack of her ass, rubbing against it
and down to her wet slit. He pushed into her pussy, adding a “Good girl”,
surely just to make sure every wall she’d ever even thought about putting up
crumbled at his feet. Thrusts so deep filled her while she still contracted
inside. As if her pussy wanted to kiss him in thanksgiving, bowing and licking
his shaft on the way in.

The stranger bit down on her clit then rolled it beneath a
couple fingers. Nick pounded inside, tweaking her nipple. Adding delicious pain
on top of so much pleasure. It all rolled into one giant ball of need, rolling
downhill toward her from the highest peak she’d ever seen.

Gaining speed.

Gaining momentum and size as it moved closer and closer.

“Please let me come again, Sir. Please let me come for you.
I need it, I need it so bad.”

“I love it when you beg.” He grabbed her hips, stretched her
pussy so wide it was all she could do not to bite her inner cheek to keep from
exploding.

“Whose cock are you going to come on?”

“Yours, Sir. Every inch of yours. Please.”

The walls of her core fluttered and her clit felt as if it
was connected to two leads of electricity. Power hummed inside her and she just
needed one word to flip the switch and—

“Come. Come on my cock because I told you to.” He said it
through gritted teeth and she felt his cock jerk inside her.

Her orgasm ignited and she moaned on each deep thrust as he
came with her. Fucking her hard enough to leave bruises, clutching her to him,
holding her, freeing her when she gave up her control to them.

Them.

Nick cupped one of her breasts, resting his forehead against
the back of the bandana, causing it to slip down her nose.

Dim light reached her eyes as she blinked down at the
stranger. Her vision had fuzzed out after being in the dark for so long, not to
mention two fan-fucking-tastic orgasms.

Boots hung a good ways off the bed. They were attached to
long muscular legs and well-muscled man on his back. Her mental treasure hunt
stalled out at his open slacks, as they revealed a thick shaft sliding inside
his tight fist. His other hand still held her thigh, gripping her flesh
tightly.

Nick fixed the blindfold, eliciting a grumble but inside her
head she still saw him gripping his dick, choking it in his strong grasp.

Nick pinched her other nipple, reminding her who was still
in control.

He untied her cuffs, shoving her forward. She caught herself
beside the stranger’s thighs and Nick spanked her again.

Why
didn’t matter, she just hoped he never stopped.

His hand flashed across her backside, sometimes light,
sometimes hard. A quick succession, followed by a volley of slow, measured,
swats meant to get her attention on him and keep it.

The scent of another man’s cock filled her nose and her
mouth watered to taste him.

Nick grabbed her hair along with the knot of the bandana,
tugging her head up so her back arched and he growled into her ear.

“I’ll be right back. If I were you, I’d properly thank my
friend for putting up with your bratty behavior.”

Nick released her hair and her hips moved on their own,
riding the tip of the guy’s tongue still below her.

She couldn’t see him working his cock but she could hear it.
The sound his fist made as he jacked himself off using his slippery pre-cum as
lube.

His masculine scent reached her as Ian—as the stranger
fisted his cock. She wanted to see him, to gorge her eyes on him but there was
something inherently perfect about not being able to see anything.

The mystery didn’t have to be ruined. He could be exactly
who she wanted him to be, even if it was for only a short time—even if it was
nothing but a lie.

“Please,” she begged and somehow he understood what she
needed. It wasn’t simply that she wanted to thank him properly, it was more
than that.

It was a goodbye for her. Closure of the kinky variety since
she’d never actually gotten to say
adieu
to Ian.

A growl reached her through her stomach as it rumbled from
him. He grabbed her head, guiding her down to his erection. She kissed the
head, licking the tiny slit at the top before sucking him in. Instead of
letting her do what she wanted, he showed her what he expected of her.

He set a fast pace and groaned when her teeth grazed the
edge of his cock.

“Suck me off, I’m gonna come down your throat.”

He even sounded a bit like Ian. Instead of fighting it she
finally succumbed to what she wanted to believe, knowing there was no harm in
thinking it for a little while.

She got lost in the fantasy of it as he grabbed her ass and
held her around her back, holding her pussy to his mouth.

Giving head made her pussy wet and she gave it as if she
were a pro, He pumped his hips up into her mouth while moving moisture back to
her ass.

His finger slid inside her swollen sex and she hummed on his
dick.

He growled and all of a sudden he flipped her over onto her
belly, rotating her in the bed so she faced away from him. He spread her legs
wide and then moved off the bed.

To stare at her?

To leave?

She didn’t know but then the crinkle of a condom package
sent anticipation up her spine and into the pit of her stomach. Boots and
clothing shuffling—thudding behind her—made her curl her toes and clutch at the
comforter beneath her. The substitute Ian climbed between her legs, running his
strong palms up the backs of her thighs, spreading them even wider.

He twisted her arms behind her, latching her cuffed wrists
together as he moved closer, rubbing his hair-covered thighs against her skin.

His chest brushed her back as he leaned in close. He put
most of his weight off onto one side, maybe on his elbow but she craned her
neck as his breath brushed across her cheek.

She thought he was going to speak, to talk to her, order her
to do something. Anything.

But he stared at her, she guessed.

She could feel his attention, as if everything else in the
room had gone away, leaving only the two of them.

For whatever reason it was nice, as if she’d known him
forever, which struck her as just odd. She opened her mouth to say something
but sucked in a breath instead when he filled her with his cock.

He stretched her to the point of pain because she’d already
taken it rough from Nick.

The look-a-like Ian latched on to her wrists and fucked
himself into her with a passion and rage. It startled her and excited her,
making her go liquid around his cock.

“Such a dirty girl,” he whispered.

Her wrists became his leverage and he fucked her until she
couldn’t remember where she was, what day it was or what year.

His urgency threw her emotions into chaos because they bled
into her.

She wrapped the tops of her feet over his calves. The need
to touch him overwhelmed her. To reach out to him or simply to reach him pulled
at her insides. To soothe him or more.

He needed something from her and she didn’t know what it
was.

“What is it? What do you want from me?”

She didn’t know at first if she said it only in her head or
if she’d said it out loud.

But he leaned down again, crowding her into the mattress
with his weight, his presence.

“You,” he growled. “All of you. Stop holding back.”

Ian used to accuse her of that, holding back.

She didn’t think she had then but she was much more
self-aware after so much time alone.

She knew she held back and didn’t want to give that up to
anyone. Not to Nick and certainly not to some random dude getting to fuck her
for a night.

“If you want it, take it but don’t expect me to help you get
there.”

She might as well have waved a red flag in front of a bull.

He released her wrists, yanking her up by her upper arms
onto just her knees so quick she had a bit of vertigo behind the blindfold.

He put her in a choke hold and she automatically latched on to
his forearms. His hold wasn’t extremely tight, it didn’t seem like he wanted to
truly choke her but the threat was there.

It was as if it were the first time with Ian or the last
time, she didn’t know.

Past and present collided in her brain as he pumped himself
inside her. And the deliciously naughty thought of Nick being in her ass at the
same time came crashing down on top of her.

So damn hot.

He held her to his chest, using his leverage as a
counterweight so she sat precariously at the top of a cliff. If he chose to let
go she didn’t stand a chance.

She had to place her trust in him, no matter how slight. The
concept wasn’t lost on her but the practice of it had been dormant for way too
long.