by Calista Fox
Again, she tried to be couth. Patient.
Not so easy.
“So,” Jack mused as his hands returned to her body. His mouth grazed her still-hard nipples. Keeping her in a constant state of arousal was no challenge for him. “This is a nice way to spend a Saturday morning.”
“Are you going to make small talk or are you going to make me come again?”
He grinned up at her, dimple and all. “Oh I have every intention of making you come. Repeatedly.”
Liza’s heart stammered. Really, she should know better than to taunt this man. He was out of her league sexually and they both knew it. Yet playing with fire was right up her alley at the moment.
Then again… As he shifted and moved down her body, positioning his broad shoulders between her parted legs, she had a moment of panic.
“Whoa, hold on there,” she said on a strangled note.
Jack’s head lifted and his eyes locked with hers. The blue irises burned with passion and desire and it melted her insides. But she was entering unchartered territory here and it freaked her out a bit.
She knew his intentions, could see it in his eyes. As his head dipped and his lips brushed the inside of her thigh, making the flesh quiver and the butterflies take to flight in her stomach, she really did begin to worry.
“Um,” she said on a breathless whisper. Because, already, he was sending her into sensory overload. “That’s not really…you know…something that turns me on.”
And yet she could barely breathe, so what a whopper of a lie that was!
“Too intimate?” Jack asked, the air still caressing her skin as he spoke, making every inch of her burn.
“Yes,” she admitted, a little embarrassed.
The look on his ruggedly handsome face turned curious, yet unmistakably sincere. “Are you telling me you’ve never let a man make love to you this way?”
“Uh, I wouldn’t so much say ‘not let’.” She frowned. The interest had never been there with Peter. She’d always thought it was her. That there was nothing about her that sparked his sexual creativity. She’d only recently learned of his interest in the male equipment. So…mystery solved. But the rejection and deception was, she suddenly realized, deep-seated and hard to shake.
Jack didn’t seem inclined to let her off the hook this time.
“You can tell me to stop if you’re not enjoying it,” he said as his fingers brushed her inner thigh and then moved upward, sweeping over her wet and swollen lips.
She drew in a deep breath. The way he looked at her was enough to send her over the edge. But when he touched her… She really, truly, seriously wanted to beg him to fuck her.
“Jack,” she whispered his name. The words were on the tip of her tongue. As two of his fingers eased along the insides of her pussy lips, parting them, and his mouth hovered over the highly sensitized flesh, she warred with the panic that rose inside her and the excitement that nearly consumed her.
Liza realized he was waiting for her to acquiesce.
You can tell me to stop if you’re not enjoying it.
As if that would be the case. Everything this man did to her turned Liza inside out. Of course she would enjoy this!
She realized that she actually did want to experience this intimacy with him, to feel his mouth on her, to have him love her this way. The way no other man ever had.
“Jack,” she said again, this time with more certainty. His eyes lifted from her split lips and locked with hers. “Please.” The word came out on a half-moan. There was no mistaking what she wanted.
He grinned at her, then bent his head to her parted legs. When his lips touched hers, she wanted to scream. She was a little scared she would do just that. But she kept herself in check for the most part. As his tongue grazed her swollen clit and then flicked over it, she bucked against him—involuntarily—and pressed a hand to his shoulder.
Jack stared up at her, perhaps mistaking her gesture as a request to stop. So not her intention. She dropped her hands to her sides and gripped fistfuls of the rumpled sheet instead.
“Do whatever you want to me,” she whispered, because she knew she’d love every single second of it. There was already plenty of proof of that.
His fingers massaged her labia as he went back to driving her wild. When his mouth covered her and his lips and tongue toyed will the most sensitive parts of her body, she wondered how on earth she’d lived so long without having experienced such a beautifully sensual act. He was right—it was incredibly intimate. But also amazingly delicious.
Her short pants of air filled the quiet room as her body responded to Jack’s masterful tongue. He kissed her softly, then lapped at her, then flicked his tongue over her clit, again and again, until she was dizzy with desire. Liza released one crumpled wad of material and skimmed her hand over her stomach, down to the top of his head. Her fingers plowed through his dark hair, then along his neck and down to his bunched shoulder. She gripped his rock-hard biceps as he pushed a finger deep into her aching cunt, while still teasing her clit with his skilled tongue. The sensations that rocketed through her body were overwhelming.
Powerful and erotic and addictive.
“This is so incredible,” she said on a ragged breath.
He worked her a little harder, pushing her closer and closer to that precipice that would lead to another core-shaking climax.
She gave up her death grip on his arm and dropped her hand to one parted thigh. He’d spread her legs wide and she lifted her hips off the mattress, wanting more of what he so willingly gave her. She slipped her hand under her backside and it collided with Jack’s. With one hand pleasuring her pussy, he used the other one to grasp hers. Liza held on tight as he drove her to unbelievably wonderful places with his mouth.
“Jack,” she gasped, as the sensations ignited a roaring fire that raged through her body. Her head rolled from side to side as feelings she’d never fully experienced before gripped her, tearing through her body and completely consuming her. “Oh God, yes!” she cried as she came.
Her body trembled and the hand in Jack’s squeezed tighter. She probably could have broken his fingers. She was so grateful he was much stronger than she was. He sucked a little harder on her clit and she cried out again. “Oh!” Her body vibrated from head to toe.
Nothing had ever felt so good.
Yet even as that thought entered her head, Liza knew she was wrong. Having Jack inside her would feel even better. She was desperate to finally experience all of him.
When she was able to speak again, she said, “Fuck me, Jack.”
His head lifted. He still held her hand, which she found incredibly endearing. And comforting. As though he was embarking on this glorious sexual journey with her.
She smiled at him. “Okay, you win,” she said in a husky voice. “You were right. I was wrong. Gloat all you want. After you’ve made me come again.”
The corners of his mouth tilted. “I could do that all day.”
“Gloat?”
He gave a slight shake of his head. “Make you come.”
She finally wrenched her hand free of his and gripped his biceps once more. Tugging on him, she urged him to move up her body. He dropped kisses on her flushed skin as he eased, oh-so-slowly, into place where she wanted him. Stopping along the way, his mouth pressed to the hard center of her breast and he toyed with the nipple, curling his tongue around it and then flicking it. His body lowered until it covered hers.
Liza sighed in contentment. It wasn’t easy checking her inhibitions at the door. But Jack seemed determined to help her. As he settled between her legs, his erection pressed against her slick lips. Moving his hips in a slow rhythm, the head of his cock rubbed against her sensitive clit, making her hotter. Wetter.
Her hands were all over him at once. His shoulders. His arms. His back. His ass. She finally settled on that perfect spot and clasped his tight cheeks.
“Stop teasing me,” she ground out.
Jack chuckled. “I like you a
ll hot and bothered.”
“Bothered is right. Bothered you’re not inside me yet.”
His lips brushed over her neck. A thin layer of perspiration covered her skin. Jack’s breath on her damp flesh didn’t help to cool her down. Nor did his hard cock between her legs.
“You want me to beg?” she asked.
“No,” he whispered in a strained tone. “No need for that. I want you just as much. More.”
“I doubt that’s possible.” She lifted her hips off the bed again so their bodies were melded together. Every conceivable inch.
Jack groaned. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”
“Lucky me.”
He stared down at her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Her gaze didn’t waver. She wasn’t the least bit worried. She was so in need of him it was a wonder she really wasn’t begging him to fuck her.
She sure as hell wasn’t above it at this point.
Luckily, Jack seemed inclined to satiate every desire she had. Shifting away from her, he dug a condom out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, rolled it on and then knelt between her parted legs. He pressed his hands to her inner thighs, spreading her wide. She watched him watch her. Then he lifted one her legs and rested her calf against his broad shoulder. As he leaned toward her, the tip of his cock pushed against her slick opening.
Liza bit back the cry of pleasure that bubbled up in her throat. The man hadn’t even entered her yet and she was already on the verge of screaming in ecstasy.
She pressed her other knee to his side and splayed her hand on his expansive chest. He leaned toward her, slowly, and his cock pushed into her.
Gasping at the width of him—and how amazingly good he felt—made Jack stop.
“No, no,” she said. “Oh God, no. Please don’t stop!” She moved her hand from his chest to his neck and pulled him closer to her, forcing him toward her, forcing his cock deeper into her.
He groaned low and deep. A near-growl. Which excited her all the more.
“Christ, Liza,” he said on a sharp breath. “You are so tight. So wet. So hot.”
“Make me hotter,” she said.
Jack’s baby blues locked with hers. One of his large hands gripped the thigh of the leg he had draped over his shoulder. The other one rested flat on the mattress at the dip of her waist.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much.”
“Liza,” he ground out.
“Okay, okay. But…it’s not too much.”
His look was intense, concentrated. And sinfully hot.
His cock sank further into her and she moaned. “Now we’re talking.”
He was very careful with her. The position he’d opted for kept him in control of how deeply he moved inside her. How hard. How fast.
As much as she appreciated his concern for her, his caution, Liza was just about ready to pull out all the stops and do whatever necessary to get him to lose his tight control.
And then, with his gaze still locked with hers, he thrust deep into her and she screamed. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. His thick cock filled her completely, stretching her. He withdrew slightly, not pulling all the way out, and then thrust back in. The strangled sounds that escaped her parted lips were unfamiliar to her. Sharp breaths, half-moans, partial whimpers, strained cries. The ecstasy overwhelmed her. He quickened his pace, driving a little harder with each buck of his hips.
Things in her head got a bit fuzzy. She left behind prim and proper Elizabeth and let a more carnal part of her take over. What Jack did to her was the most amazing thing she’d ever experienced. The fingers that were curled around his neck pressed a little harder into his skin, a silent plea to give her everything he had. His cerulean eyes deepened in color. His face was tense with arousal, his breathing labored.
“You might be getting more than you bargained for,” he said in a low voice.
“Let’s hope so.”
He thrust deep. “Jesus, Liza,” he groaned. “You feel so damn good…”
“Fuck me, Jack,” she said, desperate to feel him quicken the pace. She pulled away the leg that rested on his shoulder, forcing him to give up his controlled position. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his hips and ground herself against him. She rocked her hips, lifting them so she met him thrust for thrust, helping to increase the tempo.
“This is what you want?” he asked as his cock hammered into her, hard and fast, making her moan and whimper again.
“Yes,” she said, her back arching, her hips moving in time with his. “Fuck me hard.”
A low, guttural grunt fell from his lips. His head dipped and he caught a nipple between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Liza still wanted more. He seemed to know it. Jack shifted on top of her and unwrapped the legs from his hips. He hooked his forearms under the backs of her knees and spread her wider as he fucked her harder. Faster.
“Oh God.” She gripped the rumpled sheets at her sides. Her gaze was locked on the very spot where Jack’s body joined hers. She watched as his thick cock pumped in and out of her pussy, jarring her body, making her breasts sway. She cupped them in her hands, tugging on the nipples, keeping them hard.
“That makes me hotter,” he said as he watched her pleasure herself.
Then he dropped one leg and used his thumb to rub her clit, intensifying all the sensations inside of her until they converged and she cried out again as she came. Harder than ever before.
As her pussy contracted around him, he said, “Oh yeah, darlin’. Squeeze me tight.”
She did. Her slick cunt held him inside her until a strangled cry fell from his lips as he came too. His body convulsed and shuddered, his erection pushing further into her as she milked him. Small tremors still flitted through her and her hips remained lifted off the mattress as she held on to the orgasmic sensations flooding her body.
When the climax finally ebbed, her body lowered to the bed. Jack leaned over her, breathing hard.
“Now that’s what I’d call being thoroughly fucked,” she whispered in his ear. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight.
Liza had been right all along. The sexy cowboy was the perfect man to clear away those cobwebs.
Chapter Six
Jack stared down at her, his gaze intense, his jaw set. He was still inside her and she continued to clutch him tight, unwilling to relinquish her hold on him.
“That was unbelievable,” she said. “Every single minute of it.”
“You’re okay, then?”
Liza laughed. “What a question!” She was better than okay. She was…liberated!
Jack rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She straddled him and sat up. “Oh. My. God.” She sighed. Then, staring down at him, she asked, “Don’t I look okay?”
He studied her for a few moments. Unexpectedly, he sat up and gripped her hips to keep her in place. “You look stunning.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m probably a rumpled mess.” She didn’t need a mirror to view the evidence of their lovemaking. She was sure she was completely mussed, with tousled hair and pink patches on her chest from her excitement. And maybe a purple mark here and there on her neck from where Jack had nipped playfully at her.
Dropping kisses along his temple and forehead, she whispered, “Seriously, that was fucking hot. All of it.”
“Hmm,” he whispered back as his hands moved from her hips and caressed her sides, her back, her ass. “That was just my warm-up act.”
Her cheeks flushed with heat. But miraculously, she flirted back. “You wouldn’t tease a girl, would you?”
“Not this one.”
Liza kissed him. Long and slow and deep. Their tongues tangled and his arms tightened around her.
“Good Lord,” she murmured when they eventually came up for air.
“You said it, darlin’.”
She plowed her fingers through his hair, loving the silky feeling of the strands again
st her skin. “So what’d you mean about me getting more than I bargained for?”
He shook his head. The hard set of his jaw told her he wasn’t sure what more he wanted to say on the subject, but he started out with, “Just that people in this town talk. And they just might—”
The ringing of her cell phone cut him off. Liza intended to ignore it, thinking it was likely her mother calling again. She hadn’t believed Liza when she’d said she was leaving town. No doubt she was calling now to have Liza pick up something from the dry cleaners on her way over for Saturday afternoon skinny lattes and biscotti. Not a tradition Liza relished, but it made up for her regular skipping of other social engagements at her mother’s during the week.
Climbing off Jack’s lap, she checked the caller ID to confirm her suspicion. She was wrong. The number told her it was someone calling from a McClellan-Piper extension. Her former employer contacting her on a Saturday. Liza wasn’t the least bit surprised.
“I need to take this,” she told Jack. “Sorry.”
She flipped the phone open and said, “This is Eliz—” She caught herself. Amending her greeting because she was determined to leave her previous self in New York where her Royal Stuffiness belonged, she simply said, “Hello?”
“Elizabeth, this is Judith Manning calling from Accounting.”
“Oh hi,” she said, picturing the statuesque brunette in her head.
Jack left the bed and she heard his bare feet on the hardwood floor as he padded into the bathroom, presumably giving her some privacy, because he had no idea who was on the other end of the line. But she didn’t have time to dwell on how her vagueness might be perceived by him.
“Working the weekend?” she asked Judith.
“Of course. Trying to get caught up on the past week before the next one begins.”
Liza knew the feeling. She had lived the same life as Judith for the past eight years.
“We’re all very disappointed to lose you,” her former colleague said in her thick New York accent.
“Thanks, Judith.” Oddly, Liza’s throat seized up so that she could say no more. Reality hit her hard. She was no longer director of Public Relations for the country’s largest industrial risk insurer.