Panic filled her eyes as he held her there for a brief few seconds. He released her hands, dropping the bra to the floor. He leaned forward and drew in a nipple. Nipping at it and then swirling his tongue over it to sooth the sting. He repeated it on the other nipple then pushed them together until he could take both nipples into his mouth at one time. He drew on them. Jenna grasped his head and held him there. Riley pulled away and began unfastening then unzipping her jeans.
Slowly, he shoved them down her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them without being told. He backed her to the bed until the back of her knees hit the bed, and she sat down. He followed her down and pushed her back until she was lying down. He knelt before her and ran his hands up the outside of her legs until he reached her panties. Then he slid them beneath and rolled them down until he could pull them down her legs. They slid effortlessly along her smooth legs.
Riley nudged her legs apart and situated his shoulders between them. She had come to her elbows and was watching him. He kept eye contact as he lowered his mouth to her center. Once again she threw her head back and moaned.
“God, yes.”
He spread her labia to give him better access to her sweet juices. He licked her from top to bottom and back up again. She hissed. His tongue circled her clit but didn’t touch it. He would save that until later. Instead, he wanted to lap up her honey. She tasted like the finest wine. This might be wrong, but it felt right. The evidence of her arousal called to him. She grabbed at his head trying to direct him towards her clit.
“Please, I can’t stand it,” she rasped
His cock hardened even more at her pleading. He took a quick swipe over her clit, and she rocked her pelvis toward him with a whimper. He flattened his tongue and ran it over the bud until she began to trimmer. Then he drew it into his mouth and sucked while she came undone for him. She screamed as she came, grinding her pussy into his face. He relished it. Slowly, he brought her down then stood and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down as far as he could with his boots still on. He placed one knee on the bed then groaned.
“Condom.”
He cursed and fumbled through his wallet and pulled out a foil packet. The package didn’t last five seconds in his hands. He rolled the condom on and rubbed his throbbing cock head against her pussy lips. Then he entered her as she whimpered, tossing her head back and forth. Riley pushed forward then pulled out. He continued until he had fully seated himself inside her. He paused to catch his breath. She was so fucking tight. He swallowed and began a slow rocking. He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed in again, only to repeat it until he could no longer stand the slow pace. He picked up her legs and began thrusting over and over. The motion pushed her farther up the bed. He followed her and soon was pounding into her with everything he had. She dug at the covers with her hands.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
She tightened around him as she drew back with her coming climax. Riley reached between them and fingered her clit, sending her over in a scream. He followed her, shooting hard inside her. He held himself still within her for what felt like forever as he came. Then he collapsed against her. Their combined breathing was the only sound in the room. Riley rolled off her and onto his back, willing his heart to slow down. Dear God, what had he done?
He turned to check on her and found her fast asleep. Fuck. He shoved back the comforter and sheet. Then he turned her the right way in the bed and pulled the cover over both of them. He thought about leaving but couldn’t do it. She deserved more than that. Hadn’t he chastised Logan for doing that to Tina? No, he would face the music when she woke up in the morning and realized what they’d done.
He lay awake for a long time, pondering why he’d slept with her. He liked her. Neither of them had been drunk. No, he had been perfectly sober. He could have backed off. He hadn’t wanted to. Face it. You’ve wanted her since you met her at Logan’s.
Jenna moaned and rolled over to wrap herself around him. He settled her more comfortably on his shoulder and willed himself to sleep. Tomorrow would come soon enough. There would be time for recriminations then.
* * * *
Jenna swallowed. Her mouth felt like cotton balls resided in it. She drew in a deep breath, and her eyes flew open. That scent. She knew it. She rolled over to see the indention on the pillow next to her. She lifted the covers and let them fall with a moan. She was stark naked. God, it hadn’t been a dream. She’d slept with Riley. What the hell had she been thinking? You weren’t. You knew better than to drink that third margarita.
What was she going to do now? The smell of coffee began to fill the room. He was still there. God, what was she going to say to him? How could she face him? Instead of facing the music right away, she opted for a shower. Checking the doorway and finding it empty, she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. She closed and locked the door. Then she looked in the mirror. She looked thoroughly sexed. Mused hair, razor burn neck, and swollen lips.
She turned on the shower and pulled down a towel and bath cloth. After checking the water temperature, Jenna climbed into the shower and began bathing vigorously. She was so caught up in washing away the guilt and mortification she felt that when the shower curtain slid open, she screamed and covered her breast with one hand and her pussy with another.
“There’s no need to be bashful. I’ve seen and tasted every part of you.” Riley had no mercy on her.
“Get out. I locked the door for a reason.”
“Is that any way to treat someone who brought coffee?” He held out a steaming cup.
She eyed him then took the cup and sipped at the life-sustaining liquid. Black, just the way she liked it first thing in the morning. The second cup she always put in milk. She took another sip and handed it back to Riley.
“Thanks,” she reluctantly said.
“Do you mind if I join you? I need to shower, too.”
“Yes, I mind. You can shower after I get out.”
“Saves on water and this way I am assured of hot water.” He pulled off his clothes before he slipped into the tub behind her. “Hand me the bath cloth, and I’ll scrub your back.”
“How can you act like nothing happened?” Jenna asked. She handed him the cloth and tried to relax.
The first swipe of the cloth on her back had her jumping forward. She slipped and only Riley grabbing her around the waist kept her from falling. She felt his cock harden at her back. She squeezed her eyes closed.
“Be careful,” was all he said as he steadied her.
He took a step back and began bathing her again. This time, she managed not to jump out of her skin. He continued until he reached her ass then stopped.
“Turn around, and I’ll get the rest of you.”
“Not on your life. Scoot back. I need to rinse now.” Jenna turned around and quickly let the water slush over her back.
Then she stepped out of the tub and snagged the towel to dry off. She hesitated about putting a towel out for him and decided that was petty. She grabbed another towel and left it for him. She left the bathroom and hurriedly dressed before he finished his shower and walked in on her. Picking up her coffee, she eased out of the bathroom again and headed to the kitchen.
Should she start breakfast or not? She really didn’t want him to stay any longer. She needed time to berate herself for her stupidity in having sex with him. Of all the stupid things she had done in her life, this was probably the dumbest. No, marrying her ex was the worse, but this ranked a close second. She groaned and buried her face in her hands.
“Are you okay?” Riley walked into the kitchen behind her.
“No, I slept with you.”
“It’s not the end of the world.”
“Easy for you to say. You are probably used to one-night stands.”
“Is that what this is?” he asked.
“You’re leaving, so I think that qualifies this as a one-night stand.”
“I guess you’re right.” He leaned against the
cabinet and studied her.
“What?”
“I didn’t think you were the one-night stand type.”
“I’m not.” She set down her coffee cup.
“So we’ll have sex a couple more times, and it won’t be a one night stand,” he suggested.
“This isn’t funny. Get out,” she shouted.
He grinned and shook his head. “Not until I finish my coffee.”
“Fine, finish your damn coffee then get out.” She stomped into the living room
The nerve of the bastard. How dare he? She paced the room, waiting on him to finish his coffee and leave. She couldn’t settle down until he did. He came into the room, holding his coffee, and watched her pace. She stopped and glared at him.
“Stop staring at me.”
“There’s nothing else interesting to look at.” He took another sip of the coffee.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you are so riled up about nothing.”
“Nothing! You bastard. Forget the coffee and get out. Go buy some coffee.” She pointed toward the door.
He pursed his lips then set the coffee down on an end table and unlocked the door. He opened it and stopped.
Without turning around, he said, “You need me for anything, ask Logan. He knows how to get in touch with me.”
“Why would I ever need anything from you? Don’t worry. I’d as soon call Attila the Hun as call you for anything.” She stepped up and shut the door on him. Then she leaned against it and felt the first tear slide down her face.
She refused to cry over him. He said it meant nothing. Nothing! She swallowed past the lump in her throat and stomped into the kitchen to do something. Anything but think of Riley. The phone rang, and she grabbed it like a lifesaver.
“Hello.” Nothing.
“Hello?” She fumed. “Look, whoever this is, stop harassing me. I’m not impressed.” She slammed down the phone.
Seconds later, it rang again. She picked it up, intent on giving them a piece of her mind.
“I don’t know who you are, but if you don’t stop calling me, I’m going to call the police.”
“Jenna? Is that you?” Tina’s voice greeted her tirade.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just got a prank phone call. I thought they were calling back.”
“Are you okay? You sound odd.”
“Yeah, just tired. I didn’t sleep well,” she said.
“You should have after having three margaritas,” Tina answered.
“What’s with everyone on what I had to drink? I wasn’t driving.”
“Hey. I’m not criticizing. I just thought you would have slept well. Who said anything about it?”
“Riley.”
“Well, to hell with Riley. He’s been in a weird mood for the last few days,” Tina said.
“Tell me about it. He’s done nothing but fuss at me.”
“Well, forget about him. Why don’t you come over, and we’ll watch a movie.”
“That sounds good to me. I’ll be over in an hour. I need to do some things first.”
“I’ll look through my movies and pick out a couple for us to decide on when you get here. Do you think a love story or a comedy?”
“Definitely a comedy. I’m not in the mood for a love story today.” That was an understatement, she thought.
“Comedy it is. I’ll see you in a little while.”
Chapter Three
“What do you mean you’re not ready to ride?” Morgan stood with his hands on his hips.
“I’m going to stick around for a few more days,” Riley said.
“What’s gotten into you lately? You’re the one that always wants to move on. I stick around, and you head out.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not ready.”
“It’s that Jenna broad, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” Riley asked.
“You’re stuck on her. You’ve been acting weird around her ever since I got here.”
Riley wiped off the seat of his bike. “Naw. She rubs me the wrong way.”
“She rubs you all right. She’s got you by the balls if you ask me.”
“I’m not asking you.” Riley snapped.
“Fine.” Morgan held up his hands and backed away. “I’m out of here. Give me a call if you decide you want to meet up somewhere.”
“I’ll do that.” Riley continued running the towel over the chrome on the bike without looking at him.
Morgan walked over to his bike and climbed on. Riley peered at him over the seat of his bike as his friend started the engine and pulled away. So why was he hanging around anyway? He wasn’t sure. Something bugged him. Usually when that occured, something bad happened. He wasn’t leaving until it manifested and he took care of it or the feeling went away. He just hoped it wouldn’t be long. His willpower wasn’t very strong where Jenna was concerned.
He had lain awake that night thinking about her soft body and the little mewish noises she made when he sucked her clit. His cock hardened. Groaning, he stood up and adjusted himself. The fabric over his cock chaffed. This was one of the times he regretted not wearing underwear under his jeans. Thoughts of Jenna filled his head again. Damn, he couldn’t get her out of it. He jacked-off to thoughts of her. The memory of her wrapped around him pulled a groan from him.
Logan chose that moment to walk outside.
“You heading out? I thought you were going with Morgan.”
“I decided to stick around for a little longer.”
“You got a feeling, don’t you?” Logan looked over his shoulder, probably to be sure Tina wasn’t coming out the door.
“Yeah. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah,” Riley said.
“Don’t say anything to Tina. She’s still having nightmares about her stalker and the attack.”
“I won’t,” he said. “I don’t suppose you could figure out a way to get Tina to invite Jenna over for a few days, can you?”
Logan looked hard at him. “I this about her?”
“I don’t know.” Riley dropped the towel over the seat of the bike.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” Logan let out a string of curses.
“That’s none of you business.”
“It concerns Tina then it is my business. This will upset her if she finds out. If you aren’t sticking around, Tina is going to be upset. ”
“Stay the hell out of it,” Riley said, looking Logan in the eyes.
“I will until it concerns Tina.”
“Jenna won’t talk to Tina about it.”
“What makes you so sure? They share everything,” Logan said.
“She’s not happy about it. She’s embarrassed about it. She won’t share.”
“I hope to hell you’re right. I don’t particularly want to be on the receiving end of Tina’s wrath. Since I introduced you to Jenna, it will be my fault you hurt her.”
“How do you know I hurt her? It could be the other way around,” Logan countered.
“I can’t see you hurting over a woman.”
“Yeah, well there’s a first time for everything.” Riley grabbed his helmet and put it on. “I’m out of here. I’ll talk to you later.”
He climbed on the bike and started it up. Without looking at Logan, Riley pulled out of the drive and headed out. He didn’t have a particular destination in mind but wasn’t surprised when he ended up cruising by Jenna’s house. Her car was home, so she would be inside. He wondered what she was doing. It didn’t matter. He was nothing to her but a mistake.
It shouldn’t have bothered him. He was a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy. So why did it rankle that she had basically kicked him out? Maybe because he cared about her. He cared that someone had hurt her and that it could happen again. She had poor taste in men. But what could he do about that? She would make her own decisions even if he were to stick around. He slowed down the bike when he realized he was going close to a hundred. He was going
to get himself killed obsessing over her. He turned back toward his hotel and cursed his cock for taking notice that he was thinking about Jenna again.
When he climbed off the bike, the first thing he did was adjust his cock. It had swelled until he’d have the imprint of his zipper on it when he pulled off his jeans. He carried his helmet inside and threw his jacket on the couch in disgust. He needed a beer. He opened the mini fridge and dug one out. Popping the top, Riley turned it up and let the ice-cold liquid run down his throat. It did nothing to cool off his libido. It would take more than one beer for that, and he had no intention of getting drunk.
He tried watching TV for awhile and finally gave up on that after switching channels for a few minutes. He’d never been much for TV anyway. Cursing, he threw down the remote and stood up and paced. Nothing worked. He still had the hard-on from hell, and his mind was still full of thoughts of Jenna. The memory of how she’d felt tight around his cock, squeezing him even as he pounded into her. He rubbed his groin and huffed out a breath. Riley gave in and unfastened his jeans. He pulled out his cock and rubbed the pre-cum around the head. He pictured Jenna on her knees sucking him deep into her throat. She would run her tongue underneath the head and back down the shaft. He ran his hand down into his jeans and cupped his balls.
Long blond hair would fan out around her as she bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him to the back of her throat and swallowing. He groaned and pulled on his cock to the memory of how she had cried out as he sucked her clit. He loved those sounds she made. She would use the flat of her tongue to lick the underside of his cock from top to bottom then draw in just the head of him and suck long and hard. He sped up his pumping now. His other hand rolled his balls around in his hand, occasionally squeezing them.
Jenna’s swollen lips would stretch wide to take all of him in her mouth. Then she would moan along his shaft, sending delicious vibrations straight to his balls. He felt the tingle start in his lower back and travel into his balls. He was close. He wanted her to swallow every bit of his cum. She sucked faster and harder, his groans louder and louder, until he shot his load into his hand, wishing it were her mouth. He swallowed hard and fought to control his breathing. Damn, he knew the real thing would be ten times better. Too bad he would never find out.
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