by Lynda Chance
There was nothing suave about his process, speed was what he was going for, and Jenna knew he would be inside of her in less than five seconds. His abrupt movements were the only indicator she needed. She swallowed hard, his erection was huge, and she hadn’t had sex in a while. A long while. Her trepidation grew.
He came back to her naked, grabbed her ankles in his hands and brutally swiveled her until her neck was bent against the back of the couch and her legs were dangling apart, her butt on the edge. She felt like she was caught in a whirlwind, sucked up by a tornado, tossed and turned and at the mercy of him.
He came to his knees in front of her, put his hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her apart with his fingers. A slow, deep vibration came from his throat as he stared down at her soft, open flesh. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”
Jenna’s nerves were lacerated by those primal words and her thighs trembled as a wave of heat and panic slashed through her. The speed and violence of the encounter hijacked her brain and held her paralyzed.
He began to push in, and her insecurities won as distress took over. Her inner muscles contracted subconsciously trying to keep out his intrusion. She tried not to panic, she tried to relax, but it wasn’t happening and she felt her moisture dry up.
Her eyes opened and she stared at him with accusation. “It was supposed to be a kiss,” she protested in a whisper.
His hips tightened as his hands sunk into her hips, restraining her, holding her completely still. His eyes were savage, his muscles corded in ropes of steely tension as he held her in his grip. “Don’t make me stop.” His voice was harsh, the words pushed through gritted teeth.
His dark eyes held hers and she felt totally inundated by his large body over hers, threatened by him hanging at the entrance to her feminine core. His scent invaded her nostrils, the heavy pulse pumping through his blood vibrated through her. Everything feminine inside of her wanted to yield, but her independence was being attacked. With this one intimate encounter, she knew he would ruthlessly see it as his ownership of her. Maybe it was only for the short term, but he wanted her to marry him, and after this, it would be almost impossible to fight against. If the speed in which he was managing to have sex with her was any indication, her battle was lost before it even began.
Sweat gathered on David’s forehead as he tried to wait for her answer. She was completely still and silent, and he took that as consent. He needed to get it in. She was tight and hot, but he needed her wet, and she wasn’t giving that to him. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to ram it in while she still needed time to adjust.
He moved one hand to her clit, began rubbing it, wanting her wet. He needed her wet. Her eyes were shut tight again and he began talking to her, softly this time. He held the large head of his penis still inside of her while he tried to coax her into participating. “You’re so fine, baby.” He rocked back out, moistened his finger on his tongue and put it back to her clit, rubbing it in circles. He felt a tiny movement of her hips, and he pushed the head back in. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She let out a tiny moan, and he slid in and out, a tiny bit more each time. He lifted his finger from her clit, smoothed it across her stomach, and landed on a nipple. She had large, gorgeous areoles, and they puckered into beautiful tips as he moved his hand back and forth from one tit to the next. He thought he would lose it, but then she let out a sweet moan, her channel flooded with moisture, and he pushed it in all the way to the hilt.
Relief hit him and he held himself still for a moment. His arms rested on his elbows on either side of her head and he knew he couldn’t wait for her. She was hot and wet and sheathed him like a tight glove. So. Fucking. Tight. He began pounding into her, slow and steady. He looked at her face; her eyes were deep pools of hidden emotion, fixed on his. He slid his hands under her butt, grabbed a handful of soft flesh in each palm and lifted her into him as he began taking forceful, ramming strokes.
Jenna’s mind was mush as she watched the ferocious intensity on his face. His look was primal, feral, as he dominated her. Through her shock, she was wet and mildly aroused, but he was coming already. He pounded against her, three, four, five more times and then he froze, a hissing groan coming from deep in his diaphragm, as ropes of steel corded his muscles. She felt him grow larger inside of her, the blood rushing to make him even bigger, his climax shuddering through his body as he pushed into her.
He hung over her for the count of five seconds, then collapsed against her, his sweat mingling with hers. His face was in her neck, and Jenna knew he was trying not to let his weight fall on her completely. Her insides still tingled, it had been good, but it was too quick, too new to allow an orgasm for her. But she didn’t doubt what he had said. The sex would be good between them. Her mind splintered in a million different directions when she thought about what the ramifications of this would be. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it; he was picking her pliant body up off the couch.
David shouldered his way into the master bedroom, carrying her soft weight in his arms. His mind was focused on one thing only. Making her come. He was stunned at his actions. He had always lived his sexual life by one motto. Ladies first. And the first time it truly ever mattered? He’d fucked up and absolutely blown it with her. He’d crawled on top of her and gotten his rocks off so fast it was embarrassing. He was thirty-five fucking years old. What the hell did that say about him? She was probably thinking her experiment with kissing him, although going off the rails, had worked. It had no doubt proven to her he was a lousy lay. A terrible lover.
He needed to set that shit right and immediately. Now.
Chapter Six
He carried her into the bathroom, set her on her feet next to him and without letting her go, reached in and turned on the shower. With methodical movements, he unsnapped the bra that was twisted around her waist and pulled her into the spray of water with him. Her body was soft under his hands, curvy and lush, and now the water was sliding over her silky, naked skin. Blood rushed to his cock and engorged his erection to pulsating life as he pushed the wet tresses from her shoulders, put his teeth on her neck and bit into her soft flesh.
Jenna’s stomach clenched in irresistible need as David’s hands tightened on her, his teeth razing against her skin. Ravenous sexual hunger pulsed through her body making it difficult to stand as she leaned back against the shower stall and wrapped her arms around his waist for support. Intense feelings washed over her as his hands attacked her, one going to her breast and the other sliding down to her smoothly shaven mound. The lips of her sex quivered as he pushed his fingers between them, sliding his thick middle finger up and down her slit, opening her, plunging in and retreating, circling her clit and manipulating it to his satisfaction before plunging back into her again. All the while he squeezed her breast, weighing the soft flesh in his hand, stroking around her areole, then moving to her nipple and brushing it with his fingertips.
The twin assaults on her body had her gasping for air and jerking against him, her hips moving into him and back away, carrying the hand that was sunk between her thighs back and forth in forceful, repetitious movement that had her close to orgasm in seconds.
He felt it and it wasn’t enough. He took his hands away, and sunk to his knees in front of her. He lifted one wet, silky leg up and over his shoulder, and spread her out with his fingers, his teeth gently sinking down on her exposed, glistening clit. Jenna jerked violently from the lash of pleasure. He moved his tongue up and down on her, abrading her soft flesh. He let out a deep, guttural groan and sunk his finger deep inside her, assaulting her senses with the fire from his tongue, the magic of his finger swirling against the walls of her inner channel.
Jenna was powerless in his hold. She relinquished her body and mind to him and let him carry her to a place of such intoxicating pleasure she could only focus on what he was doing to her and the feelings he was inducing within her. His hands and mouth continued to move on her, rough and jerky movem
ents that told her his control was being tested.
It was enough to push her over the edge.
Her body tensed as a wave of pure bliss washed over her. She rode it, her body milking his finger and straining against his mouth as sexual satisfaction held her in its grip and devoured her. High-pitched cries of passion echoed through the shower stall as she clenched her hands in his hair, experiencing the kind of deep, internal orgasm that until now had only been mythical to her.
David felt out of control as his teeth scraped against her clit and his hand sunk tighter in and around the pussy he was claiming for his own. He waited for the count of three heart beats, letting her milk her orgasm, but not completely waiting for her to come down before he carefully released her from his hold, and stretched out to his full height again.
He lifted her leg over his arm, positioned himself at her entrance and was about to sink it into her when sanity reared its ugly head. He needed a condom but knew he couldn’t wait. He let out a frustrated growl, lifted her hand and wrapped it tightly around his engorged cock. “I need to come. Now.”
Jenna fisted his straining erection in her hand. He was thick and so hard and the steam and water allowed her to take a few smooth strokes of his shaft, clenching hard around him, moving from the base of his cock to the head and back again. His hand was still on top of hers, holding it in place, not letting it go.
She spoke softly, hesitantly, her gentleness a complete contrast to his dominant possession. “Is this what you want?” Her mind was already going to the seductive thought of slipping him into her mouth, but his hand was jerking her chin up, lifting her face to his.
David’s eyes opened as he felt her sweetness all around him. “Yeah. That’s it. Don’t stop.” Her soft little hand on his cock had him rigid, about to explode, and she was seducing him under her spell. He was beguiled by her tenderness, inflamed with the knowledge she was finally his, naked, wet, and wrapped around him.
She lifted her lips to his and kissed him, swirling her tongue against his as she continued to jack him off.
It didn’t take long. She jacked him with five steady pumps and then he stiffened against her, his shaft bulging and rigid between them. She held her hand still and tight, and let him take the last few pumps as he exploded in her hand, his delicious, sticky wetness spilling on her fingers and stomach. His tongue stiffened in her mouth, and he growled deep in his throat, the vibrations sliding through her.
He hung against her in the enclosed space of the shower stall, the steam rising around them, the water flowing over them. His arms slowly wrapped completely around her, his head dropping down to her shoulder as quiet descended around them.
Jenna let him hold her, relaxing her weight between him and the wall of the shower, as she closed her eyes, inertia taking hold of her body. Her breath evened out, and she refused to think about what had just occurred as her body relaxed.
David felt her begin to literally fall asleep standing up as the water pummeled them. He reached down and scooped her in his arms, snagged a couple of towels, and walked into the bedroom. Wrapping a towel around her inert body, he laid her on his bed and dropped down to sit beside her.
Jenna’s sluggish mind began to work when she found herself naked in his bed, seemingly tucked in for the night. She lifted up on an elbow and watched him running a towel through his wet hair. He tossed the towel aside and reached for the switch on the lamp.
She made an inarticulate sound of denial in her throat and he turned to look at her. She tried to speak. “Um, I—”
He interrupted her with a scowl. “Don’t even think about it.” His voice was clipped, brutal.
He switched the light off and took her in his hold, wrapping his arms around her, holding her back clasped to his chest. His arms tightened possessively as he growled low in her ear. “Go to sleep.”
****
Jenna opened her eyes to the sound of running water. She sat up and looked at the clock on the bedside table. Six in the morning.
The guy was crazy.
She looked around for her clothes, but realized most of them were still in the living room. She grabbed the towel from last night off the floor, wrapped it around to cover herself, and hurried into the other room to retrieve her clothes. She found them, minus her bra that was in the bathroom, and hurriedly dressed. She found a comb in her purse and was standing in front of the dresser trying to make herself presentable when the shower cut off and thirty seconds later David walked naked into the room, casually drying himself with a towel.
She stood still, and watched him in the mirror. He first searched for her in the bed, and then around the room until he found her. His eyes clashed with her gaze in the mirror, then moved down her body, noticing her clothes in place like armor protecting her.
He hooked the towel around his hips and stalked towards her. His hands landed on her shoulders, and she felt his erection pushing against her through the towel. “Good. You’re dressed already.”
Her eyes became wounded at that comment and dropped from his.
He continued. “We’ll stop at your place for fresh things before we hit the airport.”
She lifted her eyes back to his. “Airport?”
“Yeah. We’re going to Vegas.”
“Why?” Her voice held confusion.
“Why do you think?” he bit back.
His reason dawned on Jenna. “I’m not marrying you in Vegas this weekend if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah, you are.” His confidence was absolute.
“No, I’m not,” she argued.
“Why not?”
“It’s too soon. I need time to think about it first.”
“What’s to think about?” he asked with impatience.
She looked at him with an edge of anger. “My life. Does that mean anything to you? Or do you not give a shit about my feelings in any of this?”
“I give a shit, Jenna. This whole situation is going to be good for you. You need the money and you’re still young. A couple of years at this stage in your life won’t matter in the long run. You’ll leave the arrangement with no debt, and money in the bank. Hell, you could even go to school during the day and get a couple of years under your belt.” He studied her intently. “Have you ever considered trying to get a bachelor’s degree?”
Blood pulsed through Jenna’s veins at his condescending attitude. She wanted to throw her education in his face so damn badly she almost couldn’t see straight. But she couldn’t. She had lied on her resume. It was all so ridiculous. How many people lied and disclaimed the education they had? But that’s exactly what she had done. She hadn’t had a choice. Eating and paying rent had seemed slightly more important at the time. But he wouldn’t know anything about that. His last name was Bennett, and he’d never suffered a day in his life because of it. So now she couldn’t throw her education in his face. Couldn’t or wouldn’t? Surely that wasn’t pride that was keeping her silent.
Sudden anger came up and clouded her thought process. Why shouldn’t she take the money and run? Two years would pass, she would be out from under her debilitating debt, and she could move on with her life. She could even move back to Texas to be with her family.
Coin tossed, decision made, she sucked in a breath and answered his question. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it.” That wasn’t another lie, was it? She had thought about getting an education. And done it.
“Good. There won’t be anything stopping you, then. As long as you’re with me, I’ll pay for it.” He crossed his arms over his chest and continued. “I don’t mean this to be a one-sided relationship, only for my benefit. I’m not a complete asshole. I want you to get something from it, too.”
“Fine.”
His posture relaxed slightly. “You agree to the trip? To the marriage?”
“Yes.” She hissed the word out contemptuously.
He reached out and pinched her chin between his fingers and thumb. “Why so angry?”
“Because you’
re getting your way.”
“Yeah, I am.” A smug look encompassed his features and he lowered his mouth to hers in a swift, savage kiss.
Chapter Seven
Jenna sat in first class and fiddled with the platinum band on her left ring finger. She watched David sitting next to her from the corner of her eye. His hand still held hers loosely even in sleep, his fingers laced between hers in a hold of ownership, a hold of possession that he had rarely allowed her away from the entire day.
They were approaching the Greater Cincinnati airport and her mind raced over the day that had just passed. It was almost midnight, and everything had been accomplished in one day. When they left his house that morning, the first thing they did was meet with his lawyer, the handsome blond man that had been with David in the break room that day, and she had signed a pre-nuptial agreement.
He promised her a hundred grand when the knot was tied, and she took him at his word. That had been accomplished in less than an hour. A quiver ran through her stomach when she realized the pre-nuptial agreement had already been drawn up. He must have planned it all ahead.
Then they had left to board a flight to Vegas, and the minute they’d gotten there, he’d hustled her into a twenty-four hour wedding chapel. There were no Elvis impersonators that she saw, but it was almost as garish. Bright neon lights and fake flowers were everywhere. They were married quickly without benefit of rings, but he found a jewelry store when they left the chapel and had one on her finger with what to her now seemed to be an obscene lack of consideration and time. He’d picked out platinum bands to match, and that was that.