Chapter Five - I Have Lost My Damn Mind (Part one)

(I have split this chapter in to two parts, it is why this chapter seems a little shorter, it is to lessen the cost of the chapter. There will be chapters shorter throughout for this same reason because when I orioginally wrote this book, it was for somewhere else.)

Rose

It’s official, I’ve lost my damn mind!! I don’t know what I am doing, but I don’t want him to stop. His lips and hands on me feel too damn good. My panties are drenched because I am so aroused. I may regret it later, but right now, I need him to give me something so badly.

The kiss we share quickly becomes heated and more passionate. I grind against him in desperate need for some sort of friction. Jay holds my hips tightly and turns us around to lie me down on the sofa. His body comes down on mine, and his hard-on is pressed between my thighs. He is solid and big; I can barely handle him being so close.

I instinctively snake my arms and legs around him. Jay moves his lips from mine and onto my jawline. He runs one hand up my thigh and under my dress.

“I can’t wait to have a taste, beautiful,” he rasps in my ear.

Jay’s fingers brush over my folds through the material of my panties. I cry out and arch my back. It is a simple touch, but it is enough to cause pleasure to shoot through me.

Jay growls and confirms what he already thought. “Fuck, Rose, you are drenched.”

I can only whimper in response, I can’t manage anything more. He slips his hand into my panties and circles his fingers on my throbbing clit. Oh, Christ, it feels amazing. I rock my hips on his hand.

“Are you desperate to feel pleasure, pretty eyes?” His voice is so low and seductive when he asks it makes my insides quiver.

“Yes, Sir,” I breathily reply.

I watch his entire demeanour change when I call him Sir for the first time since things have changed. Lust dances in his eyes, and his jaw clenches.

I have never felt such a desperate need for anything.

Jay pulls his hand from my panties, and I wince at the loss of contact. “Why did you stop?” I whine.

Jay chuckles at my complaint. “Because I said I wanted to use my mouth to pleasure you, not my fingers.”

I still can’t believe I am letting a man I met not even an hour ago do naughty things to me. I don’t even know his real name. Yet, I haven’t craved something so much in my life.

Jay bunches my dress up by my hips. “Lift,” he demands.

I obey and lift my hips. Jay hooks my panties in his fingers and drags them down my legs. When he has them all the way off, he stuffs them into his back pocket.

I suddenly become self-conscious with the idea of him seeing my lower body. Thank God I got a wax yesterday because I haven’t had one in ages. He will be the second man to see me in such a vulnerable position. I move my hand to cover up, but before I can, Jay grabs my wrists.

“No, you don’t, pretty eyes. I want to see you in all your glory. Open your legs for me, beautiful Rose.”

The firmness in his voice causes my clit to pulse. Some sort of compulsion takes over me and I open my legs for him, exposing myself further to him.

Jay rests back on his knees, a sexy smile on his lips. “Mmm, good girl.” He groans.

A surge of pleasure runs through my vagina. Yes, I will call it that because the word pussy makes me a little uncomfortable. What is the deal with what he called me? Why did being called a good girl turn me on?

Jay dances his fingers over my folds. My head falls back, and a loud gasp escapes from my lips.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he croons and slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.

My eyes go wide as I watch. I find his actions sexy as hell.

“Damn, Rose, you taste good.”

A wild look fills his eyes, and he licks his lips. I’ve never experienced a climax, but if he keeps saying and doing dirty things like this, he is going to send me over the edge before he can even go down on me.

Jay shifts down the sofa, and his face soon disappears between my thighs. His warm breath fans my sensitive skin, and I nearly lose it. He rubs his nose over my clit and folds.

“Fuck, you smell as good as you taste.”

Oh God. Does this man have no shame? Jay grasps my thighs roughly in his hands and darts his tongue over my folds. I cry out and entangle my fingers in his hair. He laps his warm tongue over my clit.

I whimper and grind into his face. “Yes, Jay. It feels good.”

He growls against me, massaging my thighs, and circles his tongue around the swollen bud of my clit. I close my eyes as I start to lose control of my body. The sensation between my thighs is making me slightly lightheaded. If I knew how good it could feel, then I would have had sex again. I am so ready for this.