by Jess Dee
Her answer surprised her. But it was the truth. “I do.”
Garreth let out a long breath. Had he been holding it?
“Okay, next question.” His hands trailed a feathery-light path from her hips all the way down to her ankles, leaving her breathless. “Do you love me?”
“Yes.” The answer exploded from her lips.
“Have you always loved me?” She could hear the triumph in his voice.
“No,” she whispered.
Garreth swore.
“The first time I saw you it was more a case of instant lust,” she admitted.
“It was?”
“Uh, yeah. You were, without doubt, the sexiest man I’d ever seen.” He still was. Just looking at him turned her on.
Garreth growled. “Did I make you wet that first time?”
Jenna’s instinctive answer made her face burn. She couldn’t voice it out loud.
Garreth smacked her calf. Not hard, but with enough pressure to tell her he meant business. “This’ll never work if you hide your answers from me.”
Flames burst out all over her cheeks.
“Did I?” he persisted.
Jenna nodded. “S-so wet, that when I got home, I…” Her voice trailed off.
“You what?” Garreth asked.
“I touched myself.”
“You touched yourself?”
Shit, he wasn’t gonna let her get away with this. “I masturbated. Okay? I played with myself until I came. Pretended my hand was yours. Pretended you were the one bringing me to climax, not me.”
“Jesus, fuck!” Garreth groaned. “You’re going to give me a heart attack, you know that? I’m hard as a fucking pole now.”
She opened her eyes to look, but he stopped her. “Uh-uh. Keep ’em closed.”
She obeyed.
“Shit, You gotta give me a minute here, Jenn. Let me get my perspective back before we continue.” He sounded as though he were in pain.
Good. Because telling him about touching herself hadn’t exactly been a pain-free experience.
Garreth swore, breathed heavily, counted to ten, then swore again.
Jenna cut him some slack. “If it helps, I fell in love with you the second time I saw you.” The day he’d discovered she loved jogging as much as he did, and invited her to join him on his early morning runs.
“It does help.” He kissed her inner thigh again, reminding her all over again of her need to touch herself after the first time they’d met.
Liquid heat seared her pussy.
“Would you like me to untie you?” he asked.
Freedom!
Jenna’s eyes popped open. Garreth stared up at her intently.
Her heart lurched.
“Would you?” he prompted. He held an ankle in each hand, the only parts of her body not bound to the chair. Yet even as he held her, he offered her freedom.
Her arms were getting stiff. Her butt too. And in this position she was totally exposed to Garreth. Totally at his mercy. Of course she wanted him to untie her.
But he’d asked for her honesty. “No.”
Because no matter how appealing losing the ropes might be, sitting here at his mercy was even more appealing. So damn appealing her pussy clenched and swelled.
Desire flared in Garreth’s eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
Christ, the ball was in her court. He’d placed it there. He was encouraging her to acknowledge what was deep inside her head—and put it out there for him to see. Encouraging her to jump over her defenses and just be herself.
She’d done it earlier, demanded he tongue her, fuck her. But earlier she’d been cresting a wave of desire, anger and passion. She’d acted purely on instinct, not taking the time to think about it. Now she was thrashing, fully alert, through a wave of fear and confusion; and stumbling through another wave of openness and honesty. It was all so new to her. So unknown.
The instinct to suppress her desires and her love was strong. The need to protect herself forceful. But she wouldn’t do it. Not now. Hard as it was for her to actively voice the words, she had to try. For Garreth’s sake, and for hers.
She took a deep breath, and without removing her gaze from his, told him. “I want you to lick my pussy. Just like you did before.”
His smile sent shivers of delight up her spine. “You know I could never deny you what you want, don’t you?”
She bit her lip. “Lick me, Garreth, please.”
His eyes darkened with hunger. “Now?”
She nodded, her belly tumbling upside down. “Now.”
Garreth dipped his head, and ever so gently, did as she asked.
Jenna gasped. God, yes! She spread her legs wider, inviting him in closer.
He nestled in, flattening his tongue over her clit, and laved her, wrenching a low groan from her throat. Over and over he did it, until Jenna wanted to purr.
Garreth reached a little lower, encompassing her drenched lips in his ministrations. He licked her pussy and her clit hungrily, humming as he did. Sent tingles careening through her entire groin.
Emotions warred within. The urge to pull her façade back into place fought with the desire to spread her legs and offer Garreth every bit of herself.
Garreth looked up, caught her eye, and she refused to hide behind her old insecurities. She looked right back at him, holding his gaze.
Without looking away, he licked her from the bottom of her slit to the top of her clit, making her squirm with pleasure.
Her breath escaped in a low, long moan.
Triumph glowed in his eyes, saturating her every cell with pleasure, and then his eyelids dropped and he threw himself into the task at hand. Garreth licked, treating her as though she were the most delicious of treats. A snack he couldn’t get enough of. He feasted on her.
He placed his palm under her ass and stroked his finger first over her pussy, wetting it with her cream, and then over her anus, electrifying her.
Her anus, for heaven sake. “H-how can you touch me there?” She shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t crave it. She should keep her wants hidden so no one could see them.
Garreth lifted his face. “You want me to stop?” His finger continued to stroke her ass. “Is that what your heart’s telling you?”
She bit her lip, desperately needing his tongue back on her pussy, yet mortified by her relief that he hadn’t moved his finger.
She shook her head. “No! Fuck, no. Don’t stop.” Dear God, her face must be a million shades of scarlet.
Truth was she wanted that finger inside her ass, not just stroking. Deep inside as his tongue lashed her pussy. Her ass cheeks clenched involuntarily, unclenched. Clenched again. Pulling at his finger.
Garreth gave a satisfied growl and buried his head between her legs again, gratifying her with delectable licks along her pussy and clit. He tapped his finger against her pussy and anus, drawing cream from one to wet the other. He teased, tempted, drove her wild.
Oh, God. She wanted more. Needed more.
“In, in, please God, just stick it in,” she begged, and Garreth complied with a moan.
Holy shit, it felt so good. So good and so bad all the same time. The stretch hurt and pleasured. It had her pussy pulsing in massive bursts of tension.
His name burst from her lips in gasps. Prickles spread from her clit through her pussy and streaked up her ass. She couldn’t stop the bliss as it ruptured through her, throwing her hips into helpless bucking motions.
The relief of the rupture was so intensely beautiful and satisfying it brought tears to her eyes. She’d asked for this. She’d wanted this. And Garreth had helped her to see that. Helped her to stay with him, in the moment. To be honest with herself and with him. She’d openly acknowledged her needs to the man she’d loved, refusing to slip back behind her defenses, and he’d rewarded her a million times over.
Chapter Six
When Garreth was sure the last shiver of her passion had passed, he released her from her bonds. Hell yeah, he wa
nted to keep her tied up in his room for the rest of time, but she’d been sitting in the same position for far too long. She needed to move, stretch her legs, her arms.
Carefully, he freed every knot, unraveling the rope from around her wrists and waist. Then, knowing her muscles must be stiff, he picked her up, tucked her against this chest, and lay down with her on the bed, holding her very, very close.
“You did good, Jenn. Damn good.” For someone who had no idea how to be herself, Jenna had come through his little exercise with flying colors.
“I’m still scared to be me though,” she told him. “And I’m still a little scared of you.”
For the first time he understood what she meant. “You know what? I scare myself. I’ve wanted to make love to you for so damn long. But getting this close, knowing you trust me? Christ, Jenn, I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to possess you. Make you mine. Become a part of you. Make you a part of me.”
“You want that from me?” She looked up at him. “You’d take me, knowing how screwed up I am about relationships and sex?”
Garreth shook his head. The woman did not have a clue how much she meant to him. “Don’t you get it yet? I love you! I have since the first time you came to see Jack after I moved in. Since we debated everything from the politics of prime ministers being ousted by their deputies to Shane Warne’s text messages. I love you despite the fact that you’re a Trekkie fan.”
She glared at him. “Don’t you dare badmouth Star Trek.”
“Are you kidding? After the way you laid into me last time, I’m too scared to ever mention the program again.”
She shrugged. “You mocked Captain Piccard. No one mocks him in front of me.”
“You got a crush on him, Jenn?”
“In a big way.”
“Does he turn you on?”
“He’s the captain of a freaking starship. Of course he turns me on.”
Garreth smiled evilly. “Did he make you wet the first time you saw him too?”
“Nope.” She smiled back just as evilly. “The only man who’s ever made me go home and fuck myself with my hand is you.”
Garreth saw stars. “Jesus, fuck, Jenna. You’re determined to give me a heart attack, aren’t you?”
Jenna shook her head. “Not a heart attack. Just an erection.”
He let out his breath in a sharp hiss. “Well, let me assure you, you’ve achieved your goal.”
“About time,” she muttered. “Could you put it to good use please?”
It took Garreth all of three seconds to process her words. And when they all made sense, when he realized what she’d just invited him to do, he pounced. Just like that he was on top of her, his body stretched over hers, her face inches away from his mouth.
She stared up at him with eyes so full of desire and lust and love he could barely breathe.
“Fuck me, Garreth,” she whispered. “Strip me naked and do what I’ve wanted you to do for two years. Fuck me stupid.”
Garreth kissed her. Couldn’t stop kissing her. Couldn’t get enough of the taste of her honesty, the feel of her lips curved into that evil smile. Couldn’t believe she was taking the initiative. She was throwing her control and her defenses aside and asking him to fuck her.
He kissed her as he tore off her shirt, tossing the ripped bits aside. He kissed her as he tugged off her skirt and the remnants of her panties, and he kissed her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, crushing her naked groin against his straining cock.
He continued to kiss her, even though his mind went into meltdown as she dragged her soaking pussy against his balls. His tongue stroked into the moist cavern of her mouth as her drenched pussy lips slid over the length of his shaft.
He had just enough presence of mind to grab a condom from his bedside table and then he was kissing her again. Kissing her as she drew her legs apart and invited him inside. Kissing her as the lips of her pussy parted at the insistence of his cockhead and he slid inside her scalding channel, one sweet, heated inch at a time.
Jenna was having none of it. With a violent twist of her hips, she enveloped his entire length, trapping him inside her. She yelped into his mouth when his balls slapped against her ass.
Holy fuck!
He had to lift his mouth. He couldn’t experience such interminable bliss and kiss her. Not if he wanted to continue breathing. He simply wasn’t capable of that much coordination.
She fit around him like a glove, like she’d been made for him. Tight, snug, smooth and damp.
He drew back to stare at her with awe, groaning when her muscles tightened around his shaft, holding him inside, caressing him, hugging him, drowning him in pleasure.
Garreth rested his weight on his arms, ever aware of the difference in their size, of the ease with which he could squash her. Never. He’d never hurt her. He would have stayed like that forever had Jenna not squirmed beneath him.
“Move, damn it,” she demanded. “Fuck me.”
Stars exploded. Christ, what a turn of the tides. Minutes ago he’d been coaxing her into admitting her needs, her feelings, her desires. Now she was screaming them out loud. Demanding he fuck her.
Hell, who was he to deny what he’d sought for two years? He moved, pulling out of her and driving back in a series of deep, slow thrusts.
Her answering groans blew his mind.
“Faster,” she urged, rocking into him, increasing the pace.
Garreth let her lead, loving her dominance, her insistence. He gave her exactly what she wanted, driving in faster, deeper, making her cry out.
Fuck, she was perfect. Making love to her wasn’t just heaven. It was the single most amazing experience in his thirty years of life. She may have been made for him, but he was made for this moment. For the ultimate instant when he and Jenna merged into one.
For all his wicked intentions, all his desire to fuck her until she screamed, to give her hundreds of orgasms, to take her tight ass and make it his, he was helpless to carry them out. Helpless to do anything but follow Jenna’s demands. To fuck her the way she wanted to be fucked.
He withdrew from her scalding depths and thrust deep inside her once again. Fast. Over and over. She rocked against his hips, dragged her pussy up over his cock and back down again, caressed his shaft in drugging movements. And quick, rhythmic rolls. And fast, devastating twists.
She awakened an insatiable greed in him. Now that he’d had a taste of the perfection of Jenna, he only wanted more. He wanted forever with her.
Garreth rearranged her legs, rested her feet on his shoulders, thrust deeper inside. Harder. Getting even closer. Watched her as he drove into her. Watched her watching him. Feeling closer to her than he ever had to a woman. To anyone.
“I love you,” she told him as she rose to meet the force of his thrust.
The admission undid him. His control slipped.
This was all he’d wanted, and now it was his. She was his.
“Jenna…”
Her eyes closed. Opened. Gazed at him dreamily. Closed. “Gonna lose it,” she murmured. “Soon. Can’t…hold…on…”
Thank God.
“Fuck me, Gaz.” Her voice was a breathless gasp. “Love me.”
“Do love you, Jenn. I’m fucking crazy ’bout you.” His consciousness narrowed. She was all there was. Jenna. And her wet heat. Enveloping him, owning him. Slaying him. He thrust harder, faster. Couldn’t stop. Angled his hips so his cock dragged over her sweet spot.
Jenna threw her head back against the bed, arched her back, and came with a long, tortured moan. Her hips bucked against his, her pussy clenching his cock in a love grip so insanely incredible, it made his balls swell and his cock lengthen.
He drove into her again, and then he knew nothing, save the rapture rocketing his world. Save the release that ripped through his cock, freeing him, dazzling him.
Chapter Seven
When next Jenna opened her eyes, the digital numbers glowing from the bedside clock informed her it was two twe
nty-three a.m. Garreth’s heat was wrapped around her, the entire back of her body pressed against the front of his. She’d be happy to stay like this forever, if the urgency to pee didn’t have her carefully disentangling herself from his embrace and slipping into the en-suite.
When she’d taken care of necessary business, she washed her face and rinsed her mouth out with toothpaste.
Garreth’s toothpaste. The intimacy of sharing his toiletries, his bathroom, was not lost on her. It filled her with a sense of rightness—and a sense of imminent loss. On her way into the bathroom she’d almost tripped over a box full of clothes. A box full of clothes headed back to Toronto. Just like Garreth.
Jenna had finally opened up her heart and soul to him. She’d given herself to him. But in a week he’d be gone. Deep inside, a piece of her proverbial heart broke.
With a lump in her throat and a deep sigh, she left the bathroom and climbed back into bed, once more rolling onto her side. One week left to love him, to live in the moment, and then he’d be gone. She pressed close to his warmth as Garreth wrapped himself around her with a contented sigh, drew his arm over her waist and belly and pulled her in close.
She nestled in.
He burrowed his nose into her hair and almost immediately his breathing relaxed into a slow, steady rhythm. The sturdy beat of his heart against her back should have coerced her into a hypnotic sleep too. And it would have, had the solidity of his erection not rested against her ass, a heated, unyielding presence that made her dizzy.
Jenna tried to inhale and exhale in regular patterns. Impossible. She couldn’t fill her chest with enough air, couldn’t get the oxygen already trapped in her lungs out. Her heart raced. Red-hot chills prickled her spine.
Close your eyes. Go to sleep.
Not happening. Not with his steely cock pressing into her.
Silver heat pooled between her legs. Her nipples beaded. Damn it, she was lying there in all sorts of excited torment—and he was asleep. If it had been anyone else, she too would have gone back to sleep. She’d have ruthlessly suppressed her body’s cravings, hidden them in the deep recesses of her brain, where no one would ever notice them.