Jase (MMA Bad Boys Book 3) (4 page)

“Wrap your legs around my waist, babe. This won’t be soft or gentle.” My eyes search hers as I roll a condom on, the latex gooey on my hands. I fucking hate these things. Her legs cinch my hips and my dick lines up with her pussy automatically. Fuck, her heat is intoxicating and I thrust in, moaning at how tight she is. The high pitch squeal that leaves her mouth as I bury myself completely, has me furrowing my brows.

“Frankie? Are you a virgin?” My wide eyes meet her hooded ones, a single tear leaking from the corner. That’s all the confirmation I need. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me something like that? I would have been more gentle.” Fuck my life.

“Please, don’t stop! Move, God dammit!” she shouts at me, her hands fisting my shirt.

Pulling out, I watch her face for pain but all I see in the pleasure colouring her cheeks and her eyes twinkling. A push back in, more gentle this time and her eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping her parted lips.

I set a rhythm, gentler than I wanted and it has me using all the self-control I can muster not to go rough. I’m not used to slow, I’m used to hard, fast and out of control sex. But knowing Frankie has never done this before has my conscience playing a loop in my head.

“Hard!” she shouts out, her head thumping back against the wall. Is this girl for real? I speed up, thrust harder and sweat slides down my back, causing my shirt to stick to me. Her moans grow louder, her hips meet my thrusts and I bite her shoulder to stop from coming before she does.

“Jase! Fuck!” Her walls clamp tightly around me and I lose my shit. I pump once more and I shoot my load into the condom, roaring into her neck. Goosebumps rise as the aftershocks make my dick twitch. Goddamn, that was amazing.

Frozen together, we catch our breaths. I feel her body shaking and roll to my side, not wanting to squash her.

“My legs are like jelly.” I look at her legs and they’re quivering violently. Chuckling, I pick her up, much like crossing the threshold, and walk us to the bathroom.

“You need a bath for the soreness, Frankie. You really should have told me though.” I place her ass on the counter and turn to turn the faucets on. The sound of water splashing the bathtub rings out in the room, loud.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to back out. I’m twenty-one and was still a virgin. I wanted to get rid of it.” She hangs her head and twists her hands in her lap.

Walking over, I tilt her head back using a finger under her chin. “I wouldn’t have backed out, babe. Trust me. But I would have been more careful, gentler.” I give her a small smile to reassure her I’m not mad, maybe a little annoyed that she forgot to mention that tidbit of information, but definitely not mad.

She nods her head slowly, the corners of her mouth lifting into a small smile. My shoulders relax and I turn to check on the bath.

“Why do I need a bath and not a shower?” she says from her spot on the counter.

“Because losing your V card can hurt like a motherfucker for days on end. This will help with the discomfort.” I turn the taps off and go to Frankie. She’s a beautiful site, sat there with wild, just fucked hair, swollen lips from my passion filled kisses and the colour in her cheeks. Her dopey eyes make my dick twitch and I will it to calm the fuck down.

I run my hands up her legs, over her waist and up her ribs, taking her dress with me. She lifts her arms and I pull the dress from her. She’s completely naked and the site of the heavy breasts make me groan and I have to close my eyes and count to ten. She’s fucking hot. She’s not like those skinny bitches that hang around at the bar, she’s curvy in all the right places, thighs that I couldn’t wrap my hands around but could lick for days. Her stomach is toned to a certain degree, some faded stretch marks mark her skin and she’s fucking hot as sin.

“Frankie, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I stroke a piece of hair that’s fallen into her face and the shy, insecure look on her face makes me want to punch whoever the fuck has hurt her. Yeah, I can tell these things. She’s been hurt before and it wouldn’t surprise me if it was because of her size. “Don’t look like that. You’re beautiful, your body is perfect. I could lick your skin for days.” A blush flushes her chest, rising up her neck and its fucking sexy as hell. “Come on, hot stuff, in the bath.”

I lift her again, easily might I add, and place her in the tub full of hot water. Her squeal has me worrying about the temperature, her screwed up face tells me how sore she really is. I knew she was hiding her pain; she should never hide her emotions. “You okay?”

“Yep.” She pops the ‘p’ but says it through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut and her hands gripping the sides of the bath.

I strip my clothes, standing there in nothing, my semi hard dick swings freely between my legs and I don’t miss the fact she’s opened her eyes and is blatantly staring. Shaking my head, I say, “Scoot forward.”

“You’re getting in too? Is there enough room. I mean, I’m not the smallest…” she doesn’t get to finish that sentence because I scowl at her.

“Don’t even think that. My tub is plenty big enough and you’re not as big as you make yourself out to be.” Her thoughts make me angry. No woman should feel ashamed of the way they look. After all, it’s not the looks men should really go for, but the personality. Frankie is a spitfire, fiery and full of spunk. She’s pretty cool and I did love the way she flew off the handle with me at the bar. Definitely a massive fucking turn-on.

“Sorry. Past experiences with men haven’t be grand, hence still being a virgin.” She shrugs a shoulder like she doesn’t really give a shit and I respect that she doesn’t want to appear weak. No one does.

“You’re beautiful, babe.” I kiss her shoulder lightly as I wrap her in my arms from behind. Her contented moan hits my chest and I gasp. The electricity is still there between us, the spark unbelievable. I thought it was just sexual tension, but my dick still wants her, it prods her lower back and I pull her flush to me.

I gasp as my cock pulses between us. It wants back inside her, hell, I fucking want to be back inside her. I restrain myself though, barely, because she was a virgin and I know she’s probably sore from the unintended rough sex.

“I want you…“ she whispers quietly, barely audible. My eyes close as my breaths become laboured. She’s not the only one though.

“I do too, Frankie, but you’re probably too sore for another round.” I lean my head down and kiss her neck, her intoxicating scent making me harder.

“I think I know my own body, Jase. If I was too damn sore I wouldn’t say I wanted you again, would I?” Her fiery attitude hits me in the chest. I’ve never had a girl challenge me before. Mainly because I don’t get into tubs with other girls, or share my bed with other women. Something about Frankie keeps me from kicking her out of my house, though I do it a little more sensitive than what Beast used to do. I have a fucking heart after all.

“Whoa, chill, princess. If you want my cock again then so be it.” My hand reaches forward and I press a finger to her clit. It’s twitching violently between my fingers and I swear my dick smiles in response. Rubbing in circles, I get her panting for more, her hips gyrating.

“Please…” she begs, her voice hoarse with lust. This woman is seriously hot, and I shove two fingers straight in. She cries out, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls.

“Is this what you want, sugar?” My voice is gravelly, the amount of lust in my system shouldn’t be possible and it’s playing havoc with my chest, and not to mention my cock.

“More!” she whimpers, her hips meeting my hand thrust for thrust. Who knew a virgin could be so demanding?

“Tell me what you want.” I bite her ear lobe and the walls of her pussy quivers. I curl my fingers, playing with her G-spot and she mewls in response.

“I want your dick in my pussy. Hard and fast.” She says this through gritted teeth and it makes me chuckle how worked up I can get her, and so quick as well.

“Shit. Are you on the pill? Please tell me you are.” I uncurl my fingers and slowly withdraw, she whimpers at the loss.

“Yes. And obviously I’m clean.” I can hear the frustration in her voice and I can imagine her stamping her foot if we weren’t in the tub.

“Good. Because I don’t think I can wait to get out of this bath to be buried inside you. I’m clean too. Get checked regularly.” My words fumble from my mouth and I lift her before slamming her straight onto me.

Her hands grip the sides of the bath and her head tilts back, thumping me on the shoulder. I can’t move, if I move I’ll explode and it’s too soon. Her pleasure comes first and that’s what fucking matters right now.

The hot heat and tight clenching of her walls has me groaning into her neck. I bite lightly on her shoulder and start thrusting softly.

“Harder, Goddammit!” she shouts.

“Bossy, bossy,” I whisper into her ear before kissing a trail down to her shoulder. My cock pushes in harder, bumping softly against her cervix and she tenses. “You okay?”

“Yeah, that hurt a little though, but I’m sure it’s because I’m not used to being invaded my such a massive dick.” She laughs softly which makes her walls quiver around my cock. Fuck me, that felt good… too damn good.

The bump against my cervix shocked me, it was painful but the pleasure soon overrides it. I’ve never felt anything so amazing and the goosebumps dancing along my skin shows how much I’m enjoying this.

I’ve only ever used a small vibrator. It didn’t do much to be honest, but it got the job done. I never went deep enough to break the hymen with it either.

Getting lost in the pleasure, my eyelids flutter closed. My breathing is more like panting, and I probably sound like something out of a cheap porno but I can’t help the sounds that escape me.

“More… please…” I don’t care if I’m begging like a moron, I need him deeper, harder, faster, anything. My toes are curling and my hands hurt from gripping the bathtub with all my might.

“Dirty girl, aren’t you?” His voice is as smooth as silk yet husky like a rockstar and I fucking swoon like a teenage girl. His thrusts get harder and more powerful and I moan shamelessly. So close and so fucking good. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my orgasm shatters me. My heart is thumping to hard, my vagina clamping around him, I wouldn’t be surprised if I squirted it was that fucking good. “Shit, princess, that was hot.”

He follows suit and bites my shoulder, again, as I feel his liquid fill me in all the right places, his dick pulsing with aftershocks.

We sit there for quite a while, catching our breaths and coming down from our highs. I can feel his heart beating against my back and I can hear his breathing return to normal.

“We should get out before the water gets too cold, princess.” He lifts me off him and I stand in the tub with jelly-like legs. He climbs out first and then helps me. He passes me a towel rather than wrapping me in one and that makes me frown. I know I was only seeking out sex when I hit that bar tonight, but with the way he is with me I thought he’d at least show some compassion.

I wipe the thought from my head because the connection I feel is probably just a sexual thing, right? I’ve never had this feeling so I wouldn’t know but my chest is warm and fuzzy and I feel the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.

The fluffy towel is soft against my burning skin and I dry myself quickly while my back is turned from Jase. I’m not a prude, obviously, but I’ve never been this intimate with someone and I’m a little embarrassed about my body shape and my size. Yes, he reassured me about myself, hell, he’s fucked me twice and carried me without breaking a sweat, but it takes a lot more than that to feel secure about myself.

“You okay, sugar?” I’ve never liked pet names but when they fall from his mouth it makes my legs quiver and body shake.

“Yeah.” I turn and smile at him, though I can feel the blush creeping up my neck with the way he’s perusing my body right now. I’m far from feeling comfortable right now, I never have been in my own skin, I’m not the spunky, feisty woman he thinks I am, it’s all a front.

“Come, let’s hit the hay.” He holds his hand out to me and I place mine in his. His fingers interlock with mine and that sizzle of electricity crackles between us. I see him furrow his brows as he looks at our joined hands. Does he feel it too? Or am I just a complete fucking weirdo?