by Lynda Chance
He continued to look down at her and took a calming breath. "That's a pretty bra, sweetheart, but I think we need to get rid of it." He unsnapped the clasp between her breasts and pushed the cups apart.
He stared at her chest and groaned. Small, pale white swells lifted and fell with her rapid breathing. Plump, pink little nipples were already hardened with excitement. With one swift move, he lifted her up and turned her so that she straddled him where he sat and immediately latched his mouth onto a nipple.
Heat slammed her body at the suddenness of his action. She lifted her arms and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Mmmm…" Her voice was shaky, filled with pleasure. She moved her hips as he sucked harder.
He gripped her by the hips and helped move her. He lifted his mouth and blew wet heat on her nipple. "These are the prettiest little tits I've ever seen in my life." He bit down on one just hard enough to make her gasp.
"They're small." Her voice was apologetic.
"Yes they are." His voice was laced with satisfaction. "Small and perfect. Beautiful." He reached up and took them in his hands and lifted them to his mouth. He sucked on one pink nipple, his thumb simultaneously rubbing on its twin. He moved his head back and forth, taking long licks and sucks.
Amy was quickly lifted to a state of frantic need. She was clawing at his hair and pushing her mound against him. "Please." She gasped. "I'm ready." She reached down between them and started ripping at the button on top of his fly.
Jake grabbed her hand and stopped what she was doing. "No, babe. Don't do that. I'll come too fast. I'll come the second I get it in. Next time you can have that." His hands started pushing her pants down. "Let me do you first." He stood her up and pushed her jeans and panties to the floor. "Step out of them."
She blindly did as he asked. He stood up and flipped her back down to a sitting position on the couch and pushed between her thighs to kneel in front of her. He pushed her thighs wide and pulled her butt to the edge of the couch. He reached between her legs and spread her folds open. Open so he could see everything.
Delirious shock coursed through Amy's veins as her mind took in the position he had put her in. This was not going to be a slow, tender lovemaking. He was in control and propelling them toward one end.
The light was still on and very bright all of a sudden. Amy reached down between her legs and covered herself with one hand. "Jake. Turn off the light."
Tension vibrated between them as he stared at her hand covering herself.
"No, babe. I can't. Please don't ask me to do that." He lifted her hand and put it on his shoulder. She quivered and snapped her eyes shut. He continued to stare between her legs. He held her spread out with his hands. He moved his thumb to her clit and pressed. She jerked and moaned. He watched his thumb make circles. She jerked with each swipe. "You're so fucking beautiful. I've never seen anything prettier than this. Goddamn, I knew it would be like this."
Her eyes flew open at his words and she watched him. He wasn't looking at her face. He was staring at her between her legs and dragging in deep breaths. He reached his hand up to his mouth and put his middle finger inside to wet it. She clenched in anticipation. He took his wet finger out of his mouth and raised his eyes to hers. Their gazes held as he reached down and found her wet opening. He slid his big, blunt, wet finger inside.
She moaned. He groaned in unison. He made long strokes with his finger. He bent his head and went down on her. He opened her wider with his fingers and exposed her glistening clit. He took a long swipe with his tongue.
She screamed. He pushed his finger all the way in and continued to abrade her clit with his rough tongue. He felt her tighten around his finger. She screamed again as her body went into spasms of release. He lifted his head from between her thighs and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue went deep.
Amy tasted herself on his mouth. Her heart was beating so hard that her chest hurt. He lifted his head. "Very good, sweetheart. That's the way to come for me, babe." He gently withdrew his finger from her.
Amy lay spread out and dazed as he lifted the tee shirt over his head. Bulging muscles and six-pack abs came into view. He was gorgeous. He was ripped. He was making her wet again. He shucked out of his boots, socks, jeans, and underwear in jerky movements. Amy sucked in her breath when her eyes found his erection. It was huge. Just like the rest of him. Anticipation and distress mingled together. He was digging through his pockets. His hand came up with a condom and ripped the package between his teeth.
He quickly rolled it on. He came back between her legs and pushed them wide. He started entering her at once. Amy felt herself being stretched as she watched him in agitation. He was leaning on his hands, with her caged between his arms.
"That's good." He bit out. He reached for one of her legs and pushed it over his arm. The position opened her fully. He pushed all the way in and grunted. He began making long, even strokes. The penetration was so deep. She had no control in that position. He reached between them with one hand and pressed on her clit as his strokes pounded into her.
His eyes opened and stared deeply into hers. "Don't try to run away from me again, understand?" He demanded.
"Yes, Jake," she panted.
Her agreement inflamed him. She was so tight around his cock he didn't know how he had made it this long. She felt like hot silk. He shut his eyes in concentration but found he wanted the connection with her. He opened his eyes. She was staring at him with total absorption. Her beauty was going to drive him crazy. He rammed it in again, harder, faster. She screamed his name as she found release again. He felt her internal muscles milking him and intense pleasure ripped through him and he stiffened and flew over the edge.
Jake relaxed against the woman in his arms for a few moments while his heart rate came back down. His brain was laced with fuzz from the result of one of the strongest orgasms he had ever experienced. He could smell her scent in his nostrils and felt the smooth silk of her skin where she lay pressed against him.
Primal satisfaction attacked his senses as he came back to full consciousness and realized he had achieved his goal. She lay naked beneath him, totally open, totally his. Instead of feeling a need to extricate himself from the situation, he felt just the opposite. His erection fully hardened again and he made a small push, and that easily, penetrated her fully again.
Alarmed at what he intended, Amy's breathe hitched and she pushed her hands against his shoulders. "Stop."
He didn't relent, and took another stroke.
Amy was almost paralyzed with fear. Her voice was sharp, meant to penetrate the arousal that held him. "Jake, stop. You are going to get me pregnant."
That seemed to generate a response. His eyes ensnared hers. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed and he took another stroke.
She stiffened in his arms.
"Fuck." He withdrew from her body, and landed upright on his feet in one motion. "Don't move. Don't move one Goddamn muscle from that spot."
He stood and pulled the used condom from his body and went to the kitchen.
He was back in fifteen seconds with a wet towel and a new condom.
This time, Amy watched in mounting anxiety while he quickly cleaned himself and slipped on the new condom. After two orgasms and a few moments to think, she was agonizingly aware of how little they knew each other and how easy a conquest she had made.
Immobilized by her insecurities, she tried not to panic as he came down on his knees in front of her. Pushing her legs apart, she realized he meant to take her again without any preliminaries. Choking back her shock, she tried to slow him down. "W-wait-I-"
Her voice became clogged in her throat as he began to push himself in. She tried to scoot back, away from him. "Jake, wait, stop."
He raised his head and snapped his eyes to hers. "Don't ask me to stop. Tell me you're not asking me to stop."
"N-no.-I, no." Through a black haze of desire, Jake felt her panic. He immediately gauged her level of fright. He paused as he tried to
summon control.
"It's alright, sweetheart," he soothed. He lifted his hand and touched her cheek. "We'll go real slow. Just let me get it in. Everything will be alright if I can just get it in you."
Something basic but indefinable swept through Amy at his words. She wanted to yield to him. "Go slow."
"Yes, baby, I'll go slow." He brought the large head of his penis back to her delicate opening. Sweat gathered on his forehead as he tried to maintain control. She was so tight, and he had wanted to fuck her for so long, he didn't know if he could go slow. The one time before now hadn't cooled him down, if anything it had stolen his ability to think straight. He needed to use seductive words, but all his brain could muster was a basic Anglo-Saxon word that he didn't think she wanted to hear just now.
It came out of his mouth anyway in a growl. "I want to fuck you." Wetness exploded from her softness where he was trying to push in. He plunged all the way in with one smooth stroke. He exploded with movement. One hand went under her butt and lifted her up so he could get a deeper penetration. The other hand moved to her breast and lifted it to his mouth. He clamped onto her nipple and started sucking in time with his deep strokes.
Amy was seized by an excitement so intense she thought she would combust. Her hips lifted to grind with his in anticipation of an explosion she knew would leave her even more under his spell.
When he reached down between them and pressed on her clit, her body tensed and she splintered in pleasure so intense she almost blacked out. He lifted his head from her chest and latched onto her mouth and followed her over. He groaned into her mouth and Amy felt it all the way to her soul.
Jake rolled away from Amy and made use of the towel again. When he turned back to her, she was watching him with a mournful look on her face. She looked distressed. He tugged her back to him. "Yeah, I'm sorry. That wasn't slow, was it?"
Her eyes eluded his. "No." She moved to get up.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was smooth.
"I need to clean up some, please." She hoped he wouldn't notice that her legs were shaking.
"So polite, sweetheart." He watched her standing there, completely still. He sighed. "Okay. This way." He picked up her hand and led her down a corridor to a hall bathroom. He pushed the door all the way open. She moved to go inside. He stopped her with a tug on her hand. She paused and looked up at his face.
"Don't go in there and build up walls against me. You wouldn't want me to have to knock them back down again, would you?" His voice was low, meant to induce what, she didn't know. But he wouldn't dictate to her. She wouldn't let him.
"Why would I need walls? You promised no relationship, no commitment. We only slept together, right? No walls needed." She paused. "Sweetheart."
****
Jake paced the living room as he waited for Amy to come out of the bathroom. Her idea of 'cleaning up some' differed from his. She hadn't been in there for more than five seconds before he heard the distinct snap of the lock, and then the shower came on. That had been forty minutes ago.
After two of the most incredible orgasms of his life, Jake knew he should have been relaxed and in a supine position on the couch, chilling. Not even close. He was more keyed up now than he had been after he found her stalled on the side of the interstate. And he knew why. She wasn't playing the part he had assigned to her in his mind. At this point, she should have been cooperative, ready to please him. Women always were, after sex with him. He wasn't conceited, it was just a fact of life that women liked what he had. Or what he did. Or the whole package. Whatever. This is where the fawning usually came in. The part where they tried to stay, and he tried to get rid of them.
Forty-five minutes. How the hell much more could she wash? The shower was still running. Was she actually trying to wash away what they had done together? The sex? Fine. She had some hang-ups, obviously. Maybe he'd just drive her home tonight. Put the whole interlude behind him. He could deal with her car situation tomorrow.
Amy scrunched her wet hair and looked in the mirror. In the absence of a blow-dryer, her hair would dry in long, loose curls. No big deal. Kayla always tried to get her to wear her hair this way.
She hadn't planned on getting in the shower. It just happened. She didn't actually feel the need to bathe, she just didn't want to face Jake. She looked in the mirror and tried to pinch some color into her pale cheeks. The bathroom was obviously the spare one, and a bottle of shampoo in the shower stall, a comb in a drawer and a bottle of unscented lotion could only go so far.
There was nothing else she could do. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Jake turned from the window where he had been staring into the dark night when he heard her open the bathroom door and walk back into the living room. They stared at each other in silence across the room.
Her voice was soft when she spoke. "I want to go home." Amy watched a ferocious scowl come over his features. He was about to deny her. "Please."
Jake continued to study her in silence. He knew he should take her home, but the urge to keep her here was strong. Maybe too strong. With her hair wet and no make-up on her face, she looked utterly defenseless. And young. And still gorgeous. Shit.
With his continued silence, Amy began pleading her case. "I f-forgot to tell you that I have Triple A. They could come pick up my car tomorrow. Y-you could drive me home. Or I could call a cab." She trailed off into hopeful silence and waited.
"Why do you want to leave so bad?" His deep voice, his very sexy drawl with a slight southern accent washed over her. It was hypnotic. She needed to get away.
"I'm not used to this. I d-don't do things like this." Her hands twisted in front of her. "I'm uncomfortable with this situation. Please."
Jake came to an abrupt decision. Pushing her was not good. For her. Or for him. He crossed the room to her. "Okay."
Amy was so relieved by that one word, that she didn't immediately realize that he was crowding her again. It only took a moment. He reached out and put his hands on the wall on either side of her. He was crowding her personal space, but was only touching her with his piercing eyes. "But there's going to be a trade-off. You get your way this time, and I get my way next time."
Chapter Four
Amy woke the next morning in her own home, in her own bed. Surprisingly, she slept fairly well. She allowed herself five minutes to remember the details of the evening before. She only needed thirty seconds to come to a conclusion. She had been systematically seduced by an expert! She had never been kissed like that. Never had sex like that before. He knew all the right buttons to push.
The drive to her house had been tense. Other than giving him directions, only one word had been spoken. After he pulled into her driveway, he put it in park and turned to her. He pulled her to him unhesitatingly, and took her mouth with his. It was a possessive, carnal kiss, and there was no way Amy could misinterpret what it meant. He wasn't through with her. He lifted his head and threaded his fingers through her hair. "Remember." It was a command. But what exactly was he commanding? That she remembered how good the sex was between them? Or was she supposed to remember that he was demanding that things go his way the next time? How the hell could she forget that? It had practically been a threat. She hadn't wasted time pondering. She nodded her head and fled into the house.
****
She spent the morning getting her car repaired and papers graded. She purposely kept herself busy in an effort not to think. Her heart rate would so easily go into overdrive if she let it.
At ten o'clock that night, she was feeling calmer. She had lived through the day, and had managed to function quite well. Her weekend chores were done, and she had even managed to eat a reasonable amount.
She was ready for bed and watching old sitcoms when her doorbell pealed. She jumped and her heartbeat went erratic. No way. No way would he be this arrogant. Her temper flared. She marched over to the door and looked out the peephole. Oh. My. God. He was. He was this arrogant. A tremor of exciteme
nt lashed her spine. Fury and excitement. It was a combustible combination.
Amy opened the door a couple of inches. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her voice fairly vibrated antagonism.
Jake stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a porch column. Totally relaxed. "Coming to see you. What else?"
"Well, go away. It's after ten. You're crazy." She started to push the door closed. His booted foot slid into the opening. She glanced down at it and then back at him. "Jake."
"Amy."
God, he was handsome. He looked, moved and acted like he was God's gift to women.
He moved to lean against the door jam. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, just stood there, lounging. He saw the expression on her face, and let out an ostentatious sigh. "Did you really think that one time would be enough?"
Amy felt her stomach drop to her feet. Images that she had been suppressing all day slammed into her brain. Her breathing fractured and her arms started shaking. He pushed against the door with his boot. She had no strength in her arms and the door pushed her backwards. He slipped inside her house and in one movement locked the door and leaned back against it. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood there, watching her.
This time he was dressed in faded jeans and a white tee-shirt. Again, the shoulder holster was strapped to his side. Amy looked at it with fascination. What was wrong with her? She hated guns. Why did she find his so sexy? Was she crazy? She shook her head, trying to regain control.
Amy backed up a step and tried to summon common sense. "You can't just--"
He cut her off. "Can't I?" His words were nonchalant.
Amy glared. "I am not having sex with you."
One dark, arrogant eyebrow lifted. "Aren't you, babe?"
Amy seethed. "No."
Jake smiled. "Hell, yes, you are."
Amy trembled. "You can't make me--"
Jake interrupted her. "I don't have to make you. We're going to play this little verbal game for awhile, and then I'm going to make a real move on you, and you're going to cream your panties and open up for me."