by Peggy Hunter
Jayne's arms reached up and wrapped around his shoulders. Slowly her hands slid down his back until they reached his buttocks. His flesh felt so good in her hands, taunt yet pliable, supple but firm. Her fingers gently massaged him.
David ripped his mouth from her breast and licked his way to her neck. “That feels good,” he whispered in her ear. “You have sweet fingers.” His hands slid down her body to her hips. “Wrap them around my cock."
Jayne's hands left his buttocks and slowly slid over his hips, following his demand. Her fingers gently touched the soft skin of his engorged cock, running from the base to its tip before she wrapped her hand around it. Her eyes snapped open, gazing up at David in awe. His cock felt rock-hard and heavy in her hand, his girth unforgiving as it pulsed against her gentle hold.
The reality of what they were doing slammed into Jayne. He wanted to plant that massive thing ... that ... that ... Godzilla cock inside her. He'd rip her in half. She just knew it.
"Don't worry,” David said, as if he could read her mind. “You're not ready yet. When you are, you'll love it."
God, she hoped so. Right now she wasn't sure of anything. “How will I know when I'm ready?” she asked nervously.
David grinned. “Trust me, you'll know."
His mouth closed over hers again as his hands slid over her sensitive thighs. She continued to stroke his penis. If nothing else, perhaps she could give him some relief with her touch.
She sighed when his hands slid over her mound and cupped her. She moaned when his fingers pressed inside and stroked her moist core. David tore his mouth from hers and raised his head above hers. “I've wanted to taste your pussy since we met,” he said as he slowly slid down her body and slipped off the bed.
Jayne gasped when she felt his shoulders brush her thighs as he pushed her legs wider apart. She squeezed her eyes closed when she felt his fingers part the lips of her vagina. “Looks so good,” he said, his warm breath fanning her heated core. “So pink and moist and ready for my tongue."
Jayne quivered in anticipation. When she didn't feel him move on her, she opened her eyes and peered at him. His eyes blazed as they focused on her core. Dark and intent, he examined her closely. A tentative finger slid over her slit, pressing against it yet not penetrating. His eyes met hers. He raised an eyebrow in question. “Ready?"
"Do you really need to ask?” Jayne said, her voice raspy with desire.
David laughed softly. “No, I guess not."
Jayne sighed in relief when David's lips closed over her. Relief was soon replaced with ecstasy as he suckled her clitoris. His fingers caressed her slit, each stroke pushing her open, pressing inside just a bit more. Jayne's body convulsed in the sheer pleasure David's mouth and fingers evoked. She raised her hips in an attempt to draw him closer, to urge him to stroke her harder.
As he continued his gentle assault, Jayne bucked her hips against his face in complete frustration. David lifted his face and peered at her. “Easy now,” he said softly. “We've got all night."
No, they didn't have all night. What David didn't seem to understand was that Jayne felt as though her body would explode any moment. “Please,” she cried.
David smiled. “Please what?"
Jayne's hands slammed on the bed at her sides as she raised her hips. “You know what,” she said as she continued to squirm.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes!"
"With my fingers or my cock?"
She'd had enough of his teasing. She rose on her elbows and looked at him scornfully. “I don't care if you use a carrot. Just fuck me!"
David laughed out loud as he crawled up on the bed. He pushed her back against the mattress and kneeled between her thighs. “I think my cock is the better of the three choices,” he said as his fingers gripped her hips.
Jayne wrapped her legs around his waist and he pushed the tip of his cock against her slit. He opened her slightly and held himself there for a moment. “There's no going back,” he said through clenched teeth. “Once I'm inside you, you belong to me."
He didn't wait for her reply before he pushed forward. She felt herself open for him, felt his long hard shaft slowly slide inside her, pushing against her inner core, forcing her to open to him.
Jayne wasn't a virgin; she'd known a few men in her time. Yet, as David's cock pushed inside her, she felt as though this was her first time. His girth opened her wide; his sheer power emanating as he filled her. There was no way to hold back even if she wanted to. There was no way to keep even the tiniest bit of her soul from him as his cock took possession of her body. She gave herself to him completely, body and damn it, soul.
His fingers dug into her buttocks as he set a timeless rhythm. His cock slowly slid out of her and then back in, this time reaching further inside her than she thought possible. With every stroke, his shoulders hunched, his buttocks tightened ... and Jayne felt as though the world was spinning around her. Her hips greedily met him with each thrust, her inner core gripping his swollen cock as hard as she could.
"Oh yeah, that's good,” David whispered urgently as his hips ground against her body. “Damn!"
He didn't have to tell Jayne what was going on. She knew by the way his body tensed with each thrust that he was having a hard time holding back. She knew he was on the verge ... that he was about to go over the edge without her.
Just as she began to despair, David's hand pressed between them. She cried out when she felt his fingers stroke her clitoris. With every thrust, his fingers pressed, drawing her closer and closer to oblivion. She squeezed her eyes closed, focused on his fingers and his thick, heavy cock in a desperate effort to find release.
David dipped his head and closed his mouth over one of her nipples. When she felt his teeth graze her nipple, she screamed. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, digging her nails into his heated flesh, as her body gave way to the torrent of release. David's breath hitched as his body shuddered against her. Molten hot cum spewed forward, scorching a path inside her.
David collapsed over her, knocking the air from her lungs as she scrambled to catch her breath. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her with him as he rolled to his side.
Jayne blinked at him, her body still quaking. “What the hell was that?"
"That,” David said, still gasping for air, “is the way sex is meant to be."
Chapter 7
Jayne woke to find herself on the very edge of the massive bed. One wrong move and she'd land in a heap on the floor. David's hand laid over her back possessively as his body sprawled out over three-quarter's of the bed.
She raised her head and peered at the slumbering figure beside her. Even in sleep, his arm scorched her cool bare back. It would be so easy—too easy—to turn and reach for him, pull him against her for another kick at the proverbial cat.
But as Jayne's slumber ebbed away, her brain went into full throttle. She shouldn't have let him drag her to his bed; she shouldn't have let her body rule her head. And yet, here she was and every muscle in her body ached after having spent the night loving David in a way she'd never known existed. They'd collapsed in sheer exhaustion, only taking enough time to pull back the bed covers and crawl beneath before they both fell asleep.
Their lovemaking had been exquisite. Jayne knew in her heart that she'd never experience anything like it again. Yet, in the light of day, reason had to take precedence.
She rolled off the bed and grabbed her clothes. As she dressed, David moved and opened his eyes. “Good morning,” he said.
Her heart lurched as she gazed at him. He looked so damn handsome, so damn sexy. But Jayne knew the light of day would find him thinking with something other than his penis. “Good morning,” she said tersely as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head.
David frowned. “You're not leaving, are you?"
"As a matter of fact,” Jayne said as she stepped into her jogging pants, “I am."
"What's the hurry?” he asked, his eyes twinkling
with mischief. “I don't think I'm done with you yet."
Jayne shoved her feet into her running shoes. “Oh, but we are done,” she said. “At least, we are with this part of the bargain."
David rose on his elbows. “What the hell are you talking about?"
"I lived up to your end of the bargain,” she said. “Now it's your turn to live up to mine."
David ran his hand over his eyes and then through his disheveled hair. “Come again?"
Jayne rolled her eyes. “I slept with you. Now you have to come to your grandfather's birthday party."
"Oh, fuck."
Jayne turned and left the bedroom. She didn't want to wait around to hear David lament that she hadn't been that good in bed. His reaction to having to attend the party in exchange didn't sound promising. If he regretted it, it was too damn late.
"Jayne, don't go. We need to talk."
Not a chance! She wasn't about to let him out of the deal they'd made. “There's nothing to talk about. Just be at your grandfather's birthday party on Saturday night,” Jayne said as she ran out the door.
* * * *
"Are you sure Davey's going to be there?"
Jayne sighed as she looked up from the letter Jacob had been dictating. “Yes,” she said for the fifth time that morning, “he'll be there."
The old man narrowed his eyes as he examined Jayne's face. “You're sure?"
She slapped her steno pad on the desk in frustration. “Yes, I'm sure. Please, Mr. Strand, can we get back to work?"
Jacob straightened in his chair. “Yes, of course,” he said. “Let's get back to work.” He cleared his throat. “So where was I?"
Jayne picked the steno pad off the desk and peered at it. “Dear Mr. Solomon, it has come to my attention that you might be interested in buying shares in Strand Enterprises."
"Right,” Jacob said. He leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he always did when he dictated letters. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Allow me to outline some of the benefits of being a stockholder."
Jacob suddenly jerked forward, placing his arms on the desk as he leaned forward. “So, on a scale of one to ten, how sure are you that Davey's going to be at the party?"
Jayne blew out an exasperated breath. “Mr. Strand,” she began, trying hard to keep her temper in check, “it's clear you are not in the right frame of mind to dictate this letter. Why don't I write it myself and have you okay it later?"
Jacob frowned. “You didn't answer my question."
As she rose from the chair opposite the desk, she replied, “I've answered the question several times already."
"Yes, but not the scale of one to ten question,” Jacob said.
Jayne's hand flew to her forehead as she sighed. “All right, on a scale of one to ten, I'll say five."
Jacob's eyes rounded. “You're only half sure he'll be there? That's not good enough. I want a guarantee."
Jayne placed her hands on the desk and leaned over it. “Look,” she said through clenched teeth, “I have gone over and above for you. I have done everything you wanted me to do and more.” God, so much more. “And I've met your grandson's demands. The rest is up to him. If he's honorable, he'll be there."
"Davey had demands?” Jacob's face clouded. “What kind of demands?"
Jayne shook her head. She wasn't about to tell him. And the last thing she needed was to be reminded of just how far she'd gone for the old man. Not because she regretted it but because she wanted to go back, to be in David's arms and make love to him again and again.
"Just know that if he doesn't show, it's not because I didn't make every possible effort.” Jayne straightened and squared her shoulders. “Now, if you don't mind, I'm going for lunch. I'll write the letter to Mr. Solomon when I get back."
"Of course,” Jacob said.
"Thank you, sir,” she said as she turned on her heel.
Just as she reached the office door, Jacob spoke again. “You're a good girl, Jaynie Foxton. I really do appreciate everything you've done."
Her heart skipped a beat. She was being too hard on him. After all, he was very sick. “Thank you, Mr. Strand,” she said softly.
When Jayne closed the office door behind her, she threw the steno pad on her desk with force. Dang the old man anyway. Who the hell used steno pads anymore? Jacob Strand insisted upon it. And no matter how much she begged for a computer, she continued to work on an old electric typewriter. She supposed she should be glad it wasn't manual.
But, damn it! Jacob insisted on the latest technology when it came to the rest of his company. In fact, it had been said many times that the old man was more up-to-date than most of his competitors. The fact she was still working with outdated office equipment was more about his eccentricities than anything else.
She was sick to death of catering to his every whim. Whether David showed up or not, she'd tender her resignation after Jacob's birthday party.
The party was just a few days away. She could only hope David would live up to his end of the deal.
"Damn it, David,” she said softly as she closed her eyes, “be there. Please be there."
Jayne grabbed her purse from beneath her desk and ran for the corridor before Jacob could call on her.
She needed space; she needed time to think. She needed her lunch break.
Chapter 8
Jayne wasn't sure why, but her spine tingled the moment she stepped off the elevator. She tried to shake it off as she walked down the corridor to Jacob's office. Yet the closer she got, the more she felt his presence.
It wasn't that she was psychic. God, I wish. In fact, there was a scent lingering in the air that reminded her of David ... spicy, earthy, with a hint of Irish Spring soap.
Jayne tried to shake the feeling as she made her way to Jacob's lavish office space. The odds of David being in the building were so miniscule that she wanted to laugh at the thought.
And yet, as she walked into the reception area, her senses went into overload.
As Jayne approached her desk, she glanced at Jacob's office door. When he was in, the door was always ajar. But it was firmly closed, a sign that her boss had gone for lunch with his old cronies at the local pub.
Jacob's office door would be locked. She was the only other person with a key so she knew there was no reason to check it. And still, her body hummed, her senses sizzled. He's here.
Unless he was hiding under her desk, and that seemed unlikely considering his size, there was only one place he could be. She looked at the closed bathroom door.
She sighed heavily. What game was he playing now? There was only one way to find out. She walked to the bathroom door and pulled it open.
"Hi, Jaynie,” he said, smiling up at her as he sat on the toilet with an open magazine in his hands.
"David,” she whispered urgently, “what the hell are you doing here?"
David's eyes fell back to the magazine in his hands. “Just looking through the Toronto Financial Digest,” he said matter-of-factly. “This is the latest issue. I haven't gotten it yet."
Jayne rolled her eyes and pulled the bathroom door closed behind her. “I don't mean what are you doing this minute,” she said impatiently. “I mean what are you doing here,” she pointed to the floor, “in the building?"
"Oh,” David said, his eyes twinkling as he tossed the magazine onto the counter. “Lock the door and I'll show you."
"Are you insane?” Jayne hissed. “We're not having sex in my boss's office."
"Don't be ridiculous,” he said as he rose. “I wouldn't dream of it. But this isn't his office, is it?” He opened the cabinet above the sink. Jayne winced when he picked out a box of tampons. “Judging by what's in here, I'd say it's your private bathroom."
Jayne grabbed the box out of his hand. She brushed him aside and put the box back into the cabinet. “It's bad enough that you're here at all,” she grumbled. “Now you're snooping through my things?"
"I had some time to waste while I w
as waiting."
Jayne slapped the cabinet door closed and glared at him. When she looked up at him, her breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded; her body heated. He was toying with her, playing some kind of game. She should be angry. She should insist he leave.
And yet, as she gazed into those brilliant blue eyes, all she could think about was running her fingers through his unruly blond hair and pulling him to her.
Jayne felt tears of frustration form in her eyes. She loved him, and she hated him. He'd turned her life upside down. Still, she couldn't imagine life without him.
He smiled softly. “The door, Jaynie,” he whispered. “Lock it."
Two steps found Jayne at the door. Her hand shook as it hovered over the doorknob. The wise thing to do would be to open the door and run like hell. And yet she couldn't. She twisted the lock and leaned her forehead against the cool door.
"God help me,” she moaned. “I'm so weak."
David chuckled softly as his hands closed over her shoulders and turned her to face him. “So am I,” he said. “Why else would I be here?” When she didn't reply, he answered his own question. “I need you too, Jaynie, more than I've ever needed anyone in my life."
Jayne didn't have time to consider his words before her mind turned into complete mush. His hands were all over her body, touching, kneading and coaxing her into submission. As if he had to. The moment his hands closed over her shoulders, she was lost.
Adrenaline pumped through her body as David lifted her onto the counter. Her fingers went to his belt and quickly pulled it open. She heard the metallic clink as gravity pulled both his belt and his jeans to the floor at his feet. He quickly pushed his briefs down. She felt, rather than saw, his rock-hard penis press against her abdomen as David's fingers quickly unbuttoned her blouse.
David pushed her bra over her breasts. “If I had my way,” he said through clenched teeth, “you'd never wear a fucking bra again."