Overcome (Hidden Pleasures, #1) by Jennifer James Read Free Book Online Page B

and an invisible power that wrapped around him and entranced her.
    Was she a total deviant? Being turned on by the smell of another woman’s cum on him?
    “Why don’t you come join us? These luscious breasts are begging to be titty fucked.” He traced a circle around her areola through the cotton of her shirt. She should shove him away; slam the door in his face. Instead she leaned into the touch, her stare glued to his chest. He moved to the other breast and pinched her nipple. Hard. Heat coursed through her veins from the pain and pleasure of the move, the strange violation of her body thrilling.
    She gasped and flinched, but didn’t try to knock his hand away. With slow movements, he brushed his knuckles over each nipple and all she could do was watch in fascination, overcome with the power and heat of him. A sheer magnetism that clung to him and froze her in place.
    If he told her to get on her knees, she’d do it. Nothing mattered but what he told her to do.
    Give me something to do. Anything. Anything at all.
    This was madness, she knew it was. A madness she embraced and clung to with both hands. No matter what he commanded, she’d do it. She wanted it, wanted him more than air.
    He remained in front of her, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest. Each breath brought his pectorals almost, but not quite, close enough to touch her breasts.
    Finally she peeked up at him, and the raw look in his eyes held her captive.
    She gulped. There was nothing about him she could control. Unless she ran away from him now, he would take complete and utter control. Trepidation crawled its way from her gut to her chest and she shook her head. “I’m not really, um....”
    He slid the tip of his finger into her mouth and she jerked her head back. One large hand found the back of her skull, held her in place with a gentle, steady touch, and he pressed his finger in further. Held still by the power in his fingers and frozen by the set of his expression, she curled her tongue around the digit on reflex. “Close your lips.”
    The flex of his fingers in her hair reassured and calmed her. The heat of his long fingers captivated her.
    Despite wondering if he’d touched Shea’s pussy, she complied with the command, caught in his web of influence and carnal sexuality.
    “Suck on it. Suck on it like it’s my dick in your mouth.”
    She hollowed her cheeks and gave an experimental pull on his digit, ashamed and vaguely scared. She could count the number of times she’d had sex on one hand, and that’d only been with two people. Her last boyfriend broke up with her when she’d been unable to give him a blow job. She just didn’t know what to do, and had never been aroused enough to try.
    The boyfriend who took her virginity at sixteen got dressed right after and left her bedroom. He never called her again.
    “Hmmm.” One black eyebrow cocked and he removed his finger. “I think Shea was right about you.”
    “Right about me?” God she sounded like a scared little rabbit, a virginal mouse. Was she going to faint next?
    “You’re submissive.” Arrogance and something else, something other flashed in his dark eyes.
    She shook her head no and wanted to run away, despite the truth of his statement.
    She wanted to throw herself at his feet and wait for him to command her. Or run from the apartment and down the street. The claws of arousal dug in deeper, demanded that she do something. Anything.
    Anything he wanted.
    Normal people didn’t want to be told what to do in bed, to have all their choices taken away. Normal people wouldn’t want to fuck someone who’d just been with their friend. She was a fucking deviant or something.
    The hall carpet gave way to that of her room as she retreated. She spun on her heel, embarrassed and humiliated. What had she been doing, anyway? The guy had just had his dick in her roommate’s mouth. Shouldn’t that be an immediate turn off? She was sick, masturbating while imaging Shea