Rough Draft: Big Easy by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online Page B

he’d gone too far, too fast. Jett reached out and stroked her ass gently, hoping she’d understand that pleasure and pain could exist together.
    “I…” Carissa’s voice faltered. Jett silently willed her not to say the safe word.
    Finally, she said, “I don’t want you to stop.”
    He slowly released the breath he’d been holding. Carissa wouldn’t give up on something she wanted so easily.
    He rewarded her courage by running his fingers along her slit once more. This time he pushed two fingers into her opening to the first knuckle.
    Seven years he’d been walking around with blinders on and now—within a single night—he’d found something he didn’t even know he’d been looking for. He’d sure as hell turned a corner, but it wasn’t on the street he’d been walking down. He wasn’t sure it was even in the same state. Jett tried to remember if any moment in his life had ever felt this right, but nothing came to mind.
    He pressed a bit deeper and it fired Carissa’s arousal once more. She relaxed against the bench, her sigh one of bliss. She started to say, “Yes,” but she cut the sound off, clearly recalling his admonition against speaking.
    She’d said she would find submission difficult, but Jett was starting to think she was better at it than she realized.
    He removed his fingers—drenched with her body’s juices—and pressed them against her clit. This time, he gave her the pressure she wanted. He started with a slow caress against the sensitive nub, then built up the speed, following the cues of Carissa’s body. Her hips were thrusting in time with his strokes—as much as her position would allow—and her moans grew louder.
    Jett wanted to see her orgasm more than he wanted his next breath, but it was too soon. She was going to come apart at his touch—more than once tonight if he had his way—but he was going to make her work for it, earn it.
    He stopped when he felt her reaching the brink. She groaned, then turned her head toward him. He knew her well enough to know she’d be pissed off. He silenced her with a hard slap on her ass.
    This time, she didn’t resist the pain, didn’t seek to escape it. Jett continued to spank her, varying the placement. Some of his slaps were hard, others light. While she never knew what was coming, she started anticipating his hand, started lifting her hips toward him.
    Just when they began to fall into a rhythm, he halted the spanking. Carissa moaned, but didn’t bother to complain. She was a quick study.
    He dipped his fingers into her pussy, driving two deep. Carissa jerked at the unexpected touch. Clearly she’d expected gentleness. He loved surprising her, keeping her on edge and always wondering.
    He thrust the fingers in roughly a dozen times…just until he felt Carissa’s inner muscles begin to flutter, to clench. He removed his hand once more, leaving her gasping and pleading.
    “Damn you! Please.”
    She’d forgotten his command to remain silent, but he didn’t punish her for it. There was nothing hotter on Earth than the sound of Carissa begging for him to fuck her.
    Jett refused to give in, to let the evening end too soon. He repeated his sensuous torture—toying with her clit, spanking her ass, stroking the sensitive flesh, thrusting his fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Over and over, he drove her to the edge, never allowing her to fall into the white-hot bliss.
    Carissa was out of control, writhing on the bench, gasping, crying, cursing. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
    Finally, he gave up his own restraint, unable to resist giving in to his own desires. He moved his hands away from her, unzipped his jeans, and placed the head of his cock at her opening.
    Carissa tried to move toward him, tried to force him inside, but her range of mobility was too limited. Even so, he tightened his grip on her hips and held her still, not entering her.
    He froze.
    Jett wasn’t sure what was holding him back. She wanted him and