Jessa swallowed, but her mouth went suddenly dry. Connor was staring at her as if he intended to repeat their experience. Repeat it, or expand upon it.
* * *
Jessa really had no idea. There wasn’t a hint of the usual feminine guile in her expression. No games, no traps, and no expectations were reflected in her wide hazel eyes. A slow grin spread across Connor’s face. She was beginning to look faintly alarmed.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, woman?”
“No.”
Connor grabbed her hand and pressed it against the growing bulge in his crotch. “Every time I see you I get a hard on so fierce I can hardly walk upright.”
Her face paled.
“The way you look, your smell, the way you feel, and the way you tasted last night,” Connor groaned. “I can’t get it out of my mind.”
“So you aren’t mad at me anymore?” she asked in a bare whisper.
“If I was mad it was because I was afraid you weren’t going to come back.”
“Why do you care?”
He chuckled, “Because we aren’t finished.”
Jessa didn’t pull away when he grabbed her. It wouldn’t have mattered. Connor was done waiting. He wanted to bury his cock in her pussy. His erection was already thick, swollen with his need, and ready to plunge balls-deep into her wet heat.
But first, Connor had to make her want it as badly as he did.
“You should stop.”
“Maybe I should.”
“So stop.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want, Jessa?”
He pressed her back against his chest and wrenched her head to gain access to her neck. Despite her verbal protests, she tilted her head to give him better access. Chuckling beneath his breath, Connor kissed a trail of hot fire from her pulse point to her collarbone.
She squirmed in his grip, her sweet backside rubbing along the ridge of his cock. Connor hissed in agony and plunged his hands beneath her soft cotton top. He drew it over her head and tossed it aside.
The smooth expanse of skin on her belly was tanned from the sun. A faint line of white peeked out from beneath her bra. Impatient to see her gorgeous breasts, Connor snapped the clasp on the flimsy garment and pulled it away. Her full breasts bounced when freed. The movement ripped a deep groan from the pit of Connor’s belly.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled as he cupped their weight in his hands.
His words alone drew her nipples into taut buds. Connor suckled each pink peak while running his big hands down her smooth back to the base of her spine. Jessa grabbed the back of his head and drew him closer, her nails scoring his bare scalp.
Connor gently pried the elastic band from her ponytail and stabbed his hands through the silken mass as it fell over her back and shoulders. Settling himself against the desktop, he used the fingers anchored in her thick hair to pull her forward.
Her full breasts mashed against his chest, nipples rubbing over his tank top.
“Take it off,” she murmured. “I want to feel your skin.”
Connor helped her to pull the soft cotton over his head and was rewarded by her fingers running lightly over the bare skin of his abdomen. A hot mouth latched onto one of his nipples and Connor stifled a shout.
His cock was demanding release. Her hands were everywhere, testing the texture of his skin, rolling his nipples between her fingers and teeth until Connor thought he would die from his lust.
Connor forcefully took control of the situation. He held her paralyzed in his grip while discarding her slacks and panties in one desperate yank. When he could feast his eyes on her naked body, he paused.
Jessa was feminine beauty personified. Soft, heavy breasts gave way to a flat tummy that widened with a gentle flare to her ample hips before lengthening into a pair of legs long enough to wrap all the way around Connor’s waist.
Connor settled his hands on her hips and pulled her into the bulge of his long, heavy erection. A part of him wanted to pull his cock out and beg her to take his length in her mouth. But he’d waited too long to feel the molten heat of her pussy.
She read his mind, fumbling with his buttons and zipper. When her hands gripped his waistband and pulled, Connor met Jessa’s hazel gaze. The hot desire in her eyes was a direct reflection of his.
There was no place to lie down in his office. It wasn’t going to stop Connor. He pushed her roughly against the desk, bending her over so that her breasts pressed against his desktop. He used one foot to spread her legs further apart. Jessa’s back arched and her rounded ass pointed enticingly upward.
Connor ran one hand over the soft flesh of her ass and used the other to spread her cheeks and bare her slit. She cried out, a high pitched sound that severed more of Connor’s tenuous hold on his self restraint.
She was hot and wet and pulsing. Creamy juice coated Connor’s fingers and he rubbed them up and down her slick cunt just to listen to the wet noise they made. Every stroke of his hand sent fissures of shock across Jessa’s bent body. She lifted her head and turned to look over her shoulder.
The sight of her waiting for him was almost more than Connor could handle. His bouncing cock was straining toward her sweet pussy almost on its own. Connor pressed three fingers into her slick vagina all at once. She convulsed around his hand and whimpered as he stretched his hand wide to prepare her for the length and width of his fully engorged cock.
“Connor I can’t take this,” she muttered brokenly.
“Wait for me Jessa baby. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
Bracing himself to be gentle, Connor positioned his body behind hers and guided the crown of his cock toward her drenched pussy. He forced himself to go slow as he began the maddening press into her hot flesh.
Her vagina stretched as he pushed into its heat. The ribbed muscles of her pussy walls eagerly welcomed him. Connor ground his teeth together to keep from slamming the rest of way inside her softness.
She was so fucking sweet. Hotter and tighter than he’d ever imagined in his wildest dreams. Finally fully seated inside Jessa until his balls rested against her swollen flesh, he pulled out just enough to slam back in.
She squealed, bouncing on the desktop and writhing against him. Connor nearly lost himself to her wet pussy in that one thrust. Forcing his brain to regain control, he pulled back and thrust home again, repeating the rhythm until she was wailing beneath him, sobbing with each thrust.
Reaching down, Connor found her clit and began to rub it relentlessly. Using two fingers, he straddled the tiny nub and forced Jessa’s body to climb higher and higher in ecstasy.
She came in a rush of sweet, hot cream that drenched his balls and his hand. Sweat ran in rivulets down his chest and arms as Connor forced himself to keep control. He wasn’t done fucking her yet. He’d never be done. He wanted to bury his cock in her hot cunt until the world ended. Connor wanted to fuck her again and again until he died of the sweet torture.
The ribbed muscles of her vagina drew tighter and tighter around his throbbing cock until Connor feared he might explode. A trickle of sweat ran down her spine, pooling at the base before disappearing into the long crevice of her sweet ass.
Connor wasn’t going to last much longer. He was too wound, too immersed in this incredible woman taking every inch of his shaft and crying his name as she crested each wave of pleasure. Pulling his cock from her cunt with a sucking pop, Connor spun her around.
“You’re going to look in my eyes when I fill your pussy with my cum, Jessa.”
Connor sat on the desk, picked her up, and impaled Jessa’s pussy with one smooth motion. Her back arched, and she was instantly lost in another mind-blowing climax. He settled her legs around his waist, ignoring the sound of papers flying off the desk. Clasping her hips in his big hands, Connor ground into her wet heat.
She welcomed each thrust with a whimper as he bore down with renewed intensity. His balls drew tight. The muscles in his abdomen flexed rock hard against the fierce p
ace he was setting.
Connor captured her gaze, forcing her to meet his unflinching stare. Her hazel eyes were cloudy with passion, dazed and sated and desperate all at once.
A look of sheer wonder crossed her face when Connor sprayed hot cum into her sopping wet vagina. He strained as hard as he dared to pull her down onto his cock while he thrust upwards into her creamy cunt to spill every last bit of his hot seed deep into her welcoming body.
Right then, right there, she was his. It didn’t matter if she realized it or not, Jessa Kincaid belonged to him.
Chapter Nine
She should’ve been embarrassed or sorry or something. Jessa had bent over her boss’s desk like a wanton freak and let him fuck her until she screamed. The word “no” hadn’t even crossed her mind, let alone her lips. Worse still, Jessa had enjoyed every wicked second of Connor’s masterful possession of her body.
That wasn’t even the shameful part. Now, every time she thought of what they had done on Connor’s desktop, she was wet and willing all over again. The mid-life crisis excuse was beginning to wear thin. This was turning into something else.
No matter how many times Jessa had gone over the incident in her brain, she’d arrived at the same conclusion. She’d wanted Connor. She’d been thankful for every thrust, moan, and scream between them. Now she wanted more.
The glasses on the tray clinked harshly as her hands clenched involuntarily. Shaking the sensual haze from her brain, Jessa carefully placed her load of beer mugs and shot glasses on the bar. Swiping the back of her arm across the perspiration coating her forehead, Jessa took a look around the room.
In the beginning, her worry had been that she’d be too obvious gawking at the wild activity inside the bar. That didn’t bother her anymore. Jessa was more concerned that she was going to trip over her own feet because her eyes were shamelessly glued to Connor’s massive frame standing sentinel at the door.
“Are you okay, Jessa?” Alex asked, nudging her shoulder. “You look distracted.”
An unladylike snort made Jessa cover her face in chagrin.
Alex’s low laughter didn’t help her uneasiness. The crowd had thinned out and he took the opportunity to throw back a few shots of sweet smelling orange liqueur while lounging against the counter.
“Is it always like this?” Jessa asked suddenly.
“Like what?”
“There aren’t any rules here.”
“Not the usual kind, no. But we have rules.”
“Yeah, Connor said everybody involved has to be willing.”
Alex nodded and ran his hands through tousled blonde curls.
“But how can it work? I thought places that let you do…” Jessa struggled to put words to the actions going on around her.
“You’re thinking of fancy swingers’ clubs. Those places full of beds and couches and people with tons of money.”
“I guess so.”
Alex shrugged. “Poor people want to have fun too.”
Jessa had no response to that. Will made good money. They were comfortable, more than comfortable. But the size of her credit card limit had very little to do with her personal tastes, although it seemed to determine what was appropriate and what was not.
“How important is it to let go and just be yourself, Jessa?” Alex asked softly.
“I’m not sure.”
His low laugh sent chills racing up and down her spine. “There should be nothing more important in your life than knowing who you are, love. Even if you can’t show that face to the world all of the time you have to have a place you can let it all hang out.”
Jessa thought about her brunch that morning with Kitty, Georgia, Courtney, and Anne. She remembered how stifled she felt in her prim knit pantsuit. But was it the pantsuit that made her stifled? Or was it who she felt she had to be while she wore it?
“People go to work every day and pretend, Jessa,” Alex murmured. “When they come here, they stop pretending. Some want to play. Others want to watch. And still others want to be watched.”
Across the room Jessa’s eyes were drawn to a burly construction worker. He sat in a hard-backed chair, gripping the naked ass of a buxom woman with short mouse-brown hair, who rode his cock as if there were no other place she’d rather be.
Alex’s eyes followed her gaze. “That guy has to take orders from his foreman all day long. But here, he’s king of the world. And her? She probably spends all day pretending she is a sexless woman with no thoughts or emotions of her own. She’s probably not much to look at. But right now, she’s hotter than fire and she’s rocking his world.”
Jessa was reminded of the country club set’s pastime of judging everyone who walked through the door. It was a place where the cut of your swimsuit could affect you for years. And whom you chose to have an affair with determined your permanent place in the pecking order.
Phoenix Rising was completely different. Nobody seemed to be judging anyone else. Jessa could see several other people casting appreciative glances at the construction worker and the woman riding his cock. There was no judgment in their gazes, only arousal.
That didn’t make any of it right. You couldn’t spend your whole life flaunting the rules of decent society, could you?
Alex moved back toward the bar, leaving Jessa alone with her twisted thoughts. One part of her wanted to revel in the thought of limitless freedom. Freedom from the obsessive calorie counting and self-loathing that made Jessa feel dowdy and undesirable. Freedom to do and say whatever she wanted, to be the woman she was before convention forced her to grow up. The other part of her brain was convinced there was no such thing.
“Phoenix Rising isn’t just a name.”
Jessa whipped around. She’d been so involved in her inner turmoil that she hadn’t even heard Connor approach. She considered his statement. “I assumed the name has something to do with the anything-goes atmosphere.”
“No.”
Jessa stared up into his face. Connor’s limitless black eyes beckoned, the depths gleaming like shards of obsidian in the dim overhead lighting. Her breath nearly caught in her throat.
The hint of a smile pulled up one corner of his generous mouth. “Haven’t you ever felt it Jessa?”
“Felt what?” His proximity was making it difficult for her to remember exactly what they were discussing.
His hands clamped on her hips. A rush of heat flooded Jessa’s pussy. She ceased paying attention to anything in the room but Connor. Her breath was coming in pants. He leaned down until his mouth was pressed against the shell of her ear. “As if everything you ever were is burned away, until nothing remains but ashes.”
Jessa gasped, his words sending her body up in flames of desire.
“But before the wind can scatter those ashes, you’re reborn, given a second chance to be the person you were meant to be from the very beginning.”
His words drifted through the haze of pleasure, touching her very soul. Every inhibition and insecurity crumbled. Nineteen years of proper conditioning burned away in the heat of Connor’s onslaught. Only the two of them remained.
Mindless with desire, Jessa’s hands found Connor’s arms as she told him without words what she needed.
His fingers flexed into the flesh of her hips. Her nipples puckered, peaking beneath her shirt as a fresh rush of cream soaked her panties. Jessa’s mind struggled to grasp what Connor was suggesting, but her body wanted nothing more than to respond to his touch.
Connor stabbed his hands beneath the waistband of her slacks and cupped her ass. Jessa’s body pressed against his, her pelvis cradling his massive erection as Connor groaned and bucked his hips.
“God Jessa, you’re so fucking soft.”
“You’re not,” she whispered reverently.
“I need you, Jessa. I need your cunt wrapped around my cock.”
The molten desire in Connor’s explicit words made her squirm against him. Jessa’s hands fluttered against his sides a she tried to decide what to do next. But desir
e quickly overrode caution, and Jessa yanked his shirt from his pants. Sliding her hands beneath it, she reveled in the feel of the satin smooth skin covering Connor’s rippling abdominals.
Reality kicked in when the cool leather of a barstool made contact with Jessa’s suddenly and inexplicably naked backside. A little freedom was a wonderful thing, but Jessa had to draw the line somewhere. She couldn’t understand why this man seemed to be able to wipe away her inhibitions and good sense with a kiss and a touch. But he had. And Jessa had to stop it.
“No, Connor.”
“No?”
The velvet-wrapped gravel of his deep voice called forth another hot wave of lust. Jessa’s womb clenched in anticipation. “We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?”
He hadn’t stopped touching her. Connor’s big hands pushed her slacks past her knees until they pooled with the shoes lying on the floor.
Those were her shoes. How did he get her shoes off without her noticing?
Connor nudged her back and pressed his full lips to her jaw. His hot tongue traced fire down the column of her throat to her collarbone. Jessa’s mouth opened involuntarily in a soundless struggle for breath. She couldn’t stop. Her body wanted to react, consequences be damned. Their iron wills dueled for supremacy as Jessa battled him fiercely, trying desperately to make him stop, and managing to fan the flames higher, instead.
She finally managed to pull away. “No!”
Connor’s response was to pull her blouse over her head and toss it aside. He roughly palmed her breasts through the thin white cotton of her sensible bra. Jessa’s next protest died a quiet death as her head lolled back.
His teeth nipped one peaked nipple before rolling it between his fingers. Jessa arched wildly, wanting more. Connor rumbled against her puckered skin, a sound of naked arousal. His hand snaked around her side and freed her breasts. The bra dropped soundlessly to the floor.
Connor pressed her breasts together and laved his tongue over each nipple in turn. Jessa’s breath hitched, and she flung her head back. She wanted more.
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