Marked (The Recruits: Book One) (3 page)

Faye’s breath hitched as she felt the strange fingers parting her inner lips. This was really happening. She’d been slightly out of it earlier when he’d fucked her tits, the pain making her lose her contact with reality, but this…this she was really feeling. Experiencing.

He pushed her skirt up until it circled her hips, her lower half now bare. “Oh, baby. Look at you!”
No, thank you
, came her instinctive reaction. “What a sweet little pussy.” He leaned down so he was holding himself up on his elbows. A grin still playing on his lips, he parted her with his thumbs and lowered his head until the tip of his tongue was on her clit.

Her hips rocked up, a gasp echoing above their heads. She widened her thighs, giving him better access without even realizing what she’d done. His tongue was already lapping at her clit, one finger sliding down to find her entrance. It slipped inside for a quick feel then retreated, leaving a trail of wetness as it kept on gliding downward. It bumped against her rose, the skin crinkling at the unexpected touch. Faye’s eyes widened. “Jake?”

“Shhh, just hold on, baby. Let me please you. I wanna hear you scream my name,” he said against her folds.

“But….” her voice trailed. His finger drew back up, finding her entrance once more. It hooked inside her, the fingertip harsh against her inner wall. It rubbed and pressed and pumped until that elusive spot sat up and started panting. “Jake!”

This time, she’d nearly screamed his name. She looked down and spotted his smirk, and knew in that split second that she should be scared. Strangely enough, she wasn’t. It was as if her body had already accepted him. Before she could think further, his lips closed around her hardening clit and he sucked on it, tightening his hold until she was squirming. His finger never wavered from her G–spot, the incessant pressure too much for her to bear. Her legs closed around his shoulders, and neither knew whether she’d wanted to push him away or pull him closer. It didn’t matter however as she was already coming.

Her mouth opened, a scream ringing loudly as his teeth closed around her clit. He bit her, the never–before–experienced caress proving her downfall. She shouted his name, lost to the world, never realizing that was what he’d been waiting for.

“All right?” Jake called out, his palms cupping her thighs. He squeezed them for a second before standing back up, his erection leading the way.

Faye groaned as she flung an arm over her face, hiding her flushed cheeks. “Yeah,” she breathed out, tightening her legs to keep that joyous feeling inside her as long as possible.

“I want to fuck you,” he announced, his voice low as he stared at her body. “Now.”

She drew her arm down and gasped when she noticed him towering over her. “Now?” Her gaze found his cock and she realized how stupid her question had been. He was once more hard, the tip already leaking. She watched cum glisten down, paralleling that thick vein on the underside. Before she knew it, she was sitting up, her hand on his cock, and was licking it off.

* * * *

Jake growled, his hands clasping the back of her head, tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. Once she had licked him clean, she trailed her tongue down that vein, down until she was lapping at his balls. Her lips closed around one, sucking him in for one very intense second. She drew back but he was already seeing stars. “Do that again.”

She looked up at him. “Do what?”

“Suck my balls. Please, baby,” he added, almost as an after–thought. She smiled and nodded before leaning down once again. Her nails ran up his thighs, scratching at his sensitive skin. He stood still, waiting for that amazing feeling. And here it was. She opened her mouth wide and took his other ball in her mouth, her tongue playing with it as if it was an ice cube. She drew back, the skin tensing until his ball shot out of her mouth. “Fuck!” He nearly came, semen trickling down his cock in reaction. He watched as she licked it all clean for the second time, shaking his head at her obvious enjoyment. She was amazing… But if she didn’t stop soon, he’d cover her with his cum again. Not that this would be a bad thing, but he really wanted to feel how hot it was inside her. He’d fantasized about claiming her for so long, he couldn’t wait any longer. Not when he was so…so close. “Stop,” he said before pulling her back. “Your mouth is enough to drive me crazy, but I want to fuck you, Faye.”

She licked her lips as he grabbed her hands and helped her up. He looked around, his mind going through all the positions he could move her body in. What he really wanted to do though was to take her from behind, his hands on her tits. He wanted to twist her nipples as she came. He wanted to feel her walls tight around his pounding cock, feel her juices coat him.
Shit! He was driving himself crazy!

He made her kneel on the daybed, her back facing him and that lovely ass right where he wanted it. He nearly forgot about the condom he’d made sure to prepare earlier, left predominantly on a nearby table. He quickly sheathed himself, his fingers tightening around his cock, remembering how she’d held it in her hands only minutes before. “Ready?” he asked as he stepped behind her, his gaze taking everything in. From the way she was holding herself up on her hands and knees, to the way her breasts were swaying underneath her, to how her pink slit was beckoning him. It was a rush, unlike anything he’d felt in a long while.
His
.

He didn’t bother waiting for her response, simply grabbed her hips in both hands and thrust into her. Her back arched, her mouth opening on a gasp as her walls widened to let him pass. He kept his progress slow, not wanting to hurt her.

“Oh, Jake. Oh God.”

“So fucking tight,” he muttered, fingers digging into the soft skin of her waist. She was hot and wet, and once he was to the deep of her, he drew back and slammed back in. “Oh yeah.”

He watched as she tried to grab onto the bed’s material but it was too thick and she couldn’t get a hold on it. In the end, she simply clenched her hands into fists and arched her back, as his rhythm sped up. When the head of his cock hit that spot inside her, she moaned out loud.

“You like that, uh?” he asked, his voice husky. “What about this?” Leaning down, he grabbed a bouncing breast in one hand and squeezed. The nipple was still tender, the skin so sensitive to his touch that her insides clenched in reaction. Smiling to himself, he tweaked it one last time before smoothing his palm over the curve of her stomach. He could feel her stop her movements, as if she wanted to make sure he knew where he needed to go. He slid his fingers along her slit, finding her hardened clit almost instantly. “Should I play with your pussy, Faye?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re one greedy woman, sweetheart. I like that.” His fingers tight around her clit, he started fucking her in earnest, his movements turning erratic. It was all her fault. She’d clamped her walls around his pounding cock and wasn’t letting go. “Fuck, babe!”

“Please, Jake, please.” Her voice belied her incoming orgasm, her limbs tensing. “Ohhhh.” One harsh twist of her clit later, she went flying. He watched as pleasure swept through her, bowing her body in a graceful arc. She finally leaned down until her face was nearly touching the mattress.

It didn’t take much more for him to shout out his release. He filled up the condom with thick, creamy cum, already wanting more. His hands clasped her waist, and that was when he realized her body was still experiencing aftershocks.

God, his Mate was something else all right…

Chapter Three: Interlude

Jake had wrapped his shirt on her shoulders, and as she’d slid her hands in the sleeves, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from shivering. What they’d done before had been fucking, there was just no other way to describe it. But this, wearing his shirt like that as he led her downstairs, this was intimate. Which was slightly bizarre considering that he wasn’t her boyfriend. No, even worse: that he was her friend’s boyfriend. She’d been in this kitchen countless of times before, chatting with Sofia, drinking or waiting for their lunch to be delivered. And now here she was, standing half–naked against the counter, watching a khakis–clad Jake putter around.

The muscles in his back bunched as he opened the fridge and leaned in, her mouth becoming dry at the sight. He was so much more appealing that she’d given him credit for. Clothed he was handsome, naked he was a god. A pagan god. And he was hers…at least for the coming night.

He turned around and spotted her standing there, her face heated and the expression in her eyes probably far too easy to read. “Feeling hot, sweetheart?”

She gulped. “Something like that. Could I get, uhm, some water? Please?”

“You can get anything you want,” he replied, advancing towards her.

“Anything?” she repeated, entranced. His gaze was locked on hers, trapping her into place as if she was bound by invisible ties.

“Yes.” He stopped right in front of her, his massive chest so close she nearly leaned up and licked his nipple. But he was still talking… “What would you like, Faye? What’s your ultimate fantasy?”

“I… I don’t know.”

The lie made him smile. “It’s just the two of us, baby. You won’t have to tell them what we do tonight. It can just stay our little secret.”

Faye felt her eyes widen at his answer.
What the hell was going on?
“I need to go.” She whirled around and raced up the stairs, intent on finding her clothes and getting dressed. She needed to go home, she knew she did, but instead her feet took her to the play room. She looked at the nipple clamps, the prongs’ black leather stark against the deep red color of the daybed. She thought back to what she’d done, how they’d felt, the pain she hadn’t expected and yet enjoyed. Jake’s words. His body. The way he’d pleasured her, almost as if he knew what would make her writhe even harder.

Who was she kidding? She couldn’t leave. She wouldn’t. This was her opportunity, her one chance of getting what she’d dreamt of for years. She’d yearned to find a man strong enough to give her what she wanted, and she was confident Jake would. He’d asked her what her fantasy was, and her answer had been on the tip of her tongue. Could she really ask him that? Would he keep it a secret as he’d implied earlier? Could she trust him?

She imagined him tying her up against the wall, her back to him, her ass calling out to him. Moisture pooled between her thighs, a wayward moan escaping her lips.

And that’s how Jake found her, all thoughts of food forgotten once more.

Chapter Four: Master Me

“What did you say?”

Faye fidgeted under his hungry gaze, her fingers playing with the hem of his shirt still covering her. She took a deep breath and repeated, “I want you to be rough. I want you to…to dominate me.”

“Like what? Bondage?”

She nodded. “Yes. And…and more. I mean, if you want. You don’t have to say yes or anything, but you asked me about my ultimate fantasy and–”

He cut her off. “And it’s BDSM.”

She nodded once again, her cheeks flushing bright red. She wondered all of a sudden if she shouldn’t have remained quiet, if she shouldn’t have lied and found something else for him to do. A new position. A new toy. Anything but the truth. “I’m sorry,” she finally admitted, lowering her head so he couldn’t see the look in her eyes. She felt so damn stupid. She shouldn’t have told him! He probably thought she was a nymphomaniac or a weirdo.

“We need to go shopping.”

Her head jerked up so fast she nearly gave herself a headrush. “What?”

Eyes glinting, he grabbed her waist in both hands and leaned down. “I have a few things I can use, but if you really want this, baby, we should go to a sex shop.” His palms drifted down, cupping her ass and kneading her cheeks. “This is going to be fun.”

He smirked down at her, and she felt her breath leave in a big whoosh. He wasn’t saying no! He even looked like he thought it was a good idea. Spurred by the thought, she couldn’t help but ask, “Have you…ever done it before?”

“I loved it.” He bent his head and traced her forehead with his lips. “I can’t wait to tie you up and have my way with you. I’m going to make you feel things you wouldn’t even have dreamt of.”

She shivered at his words, never realizing one hand had lifted from her butt. It was only when it fell down, smacking her tender skin for a fleeting second, that she finally understood what she’d done. She’d asked for this, so she couldn’t complain. And she wanted it. She did. But did she really trust him that much? Did she know Jake that well? She gasped as her cheek began to tingle, pain spreading throughout her lower half. Jake was huge and thickly muscled. He could really hurt her if he didn’t pay attention or got too lost in it.

“Faye? Look at me, Faye. I want you to look at me.” His low voice got through to her and she obeyed, his gaze locking on hers. He simply stared at her for a moment, as if he was trying to see deep inside her, to see whether she really wanted this. “Do you trust me?”

She bit her lip. He’d asked her the one thing she didn’t know the answer to. “I… I don’t know.”

His eyes closed, and when he reopened them, they were darker than before. “We can’t do this if there’s no trust between us, baby.” His palm massaged the patch of skin he’d just hit.