by Ellen March
With a primal need to touch him, Riley let her hand crawl downwards. Caressing fingertips lightly scrambled over his stomach, dipping hesitantly with the lightest of strokes until she held him. She was amazed at the texture. It was both soft plush velvet and rock hard steel. She ran her hand reverently down the full, thick length of him, and Jago groaned out loud.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” she asked worriedly when he removed her hand.
“No, but if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to last,” he said. As Jago strived for control, a sheen of perspiration glossed his skin.
He gently kissed her knuckles, and leaning over, parted her lips and covered them possessively. He thrust his tongue inside, tasting her, until she joined him, pushing, twirling, and sucking.
Jago’s arms snaked around her, crushing her tight against him. Unhurriedly he trailed a row of kisses along her throat while both hands softly kneaded her breasts. Luxuriating in her soft skin, he licked a luscious path down to her naval, pausing at the belly bar, then lower, nudging her thighs apart.
“Jago?” she shrieked, pressing her legs together. “What the hell are you doing?”
His green eyes glowed warmly. “Trust me,” he urged. “There’s more than one way to make love.” And at her wary nod, he continued.
His tongue licked and taunted, tasting her, revolving slowly around her clitoris, darting deep inside. He knew he couldn’t last much longer.
Riley lay back, her hands gripping the sheet, unsure what was happening to her. Every nerve tingled delightfully, her stomach responding wantonly to each wicked lick sliding along her sex.
Jago prowled up her body until he lay alongside her. He hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much. He was aware she had to be ready. His fingers pivoted over her pussy, furrowed between her folds, and pushed slowly inside. Her moistness surrounded his urgent strokes as they deftly moved in and out, stripping her of sanity. She arched against him, and he continued with tantalisingly deliberateness.
He ripped open a packet of condoms, expertly slipping one on. He slid on top of her, bracing himself with his arms as he nudged her thighs wide apart. He probed gently at her entrance, his lips meeting hers in wild, open-mouthed abandonment.
In one long, possessive stroke, he pushed forward. At the same time she bucked against him, Riley shrieked. He entered her fully, silencing her moans with another blistering kiss.
“Sorry, honey, I tried to make it easy,” he groaned. No longer in control, he thrust and twisted into her, welcoming the sensations. The hot tight moistness enveloped him, her sex clenching, and he nibbled at her earlobe, thrusting his tongue inside, taking and tasting.
“You didn’t tell me it would hurt,” she muttered anxiously. Her body was unnaturally stiff and unwelcoming.
“You didn’t ask.” He grinned down at her. “But now you’ll enjoy it, I promise.” He began to power in deep, gyrating his hips, grinding against her. He stopped short of pumping manically into her delectable body, struggling to take his time. Yet the need to slow down served to enhance the act even more.
“Mmmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled, amazed that her body could accommodate something so big. A shudder smashed through her sex-saturated body when his lips laved her breasts again.
Obviously he is obsessed with them, she thought with satisfaction. For years she’d hated her breasts, but here, finally, was the plus side. Running her hand through his hair, she pulled his head down, welcoming his adoration, the luscious nibbles as he worshipped her. Oh baby, that’s what I like. She curved into him.
Abruptly, his tempo increased, and he thundered forward, piercing her, pistoning hard against her body. As he tunnelled deep, his balls slapped rhythmically against her. Riley arched her back invitingly, seeking release. Head thrown back, she feverishly writhed against him, wanting more, reaching for something but not knowing what.
With a deep rumble, Jago shuddered. His thrusts became short and sharp as he climaxed, pushing hard against her. Finally he collapsed over her, his body covered with a fine film of perspiration.
For a moment Riley lay still, breathing heavily and wondering what all the fuss was about. Okay, it was a good workout, but surely not as good as you could get at the gym, she thought with acute disappointment. She waiting for Jago to regain his breath.
“Well, that’s that then,” she concluded. Unsure how to phrase, ‘Get the hell off me, that wasn’t what I expected.’ She pushed at his chest, but it was like trying to move a stone wall.
Jago flashed her a sexy, bad-boy grin.
“It’s just the beginning, honey.” After placing a kiss on her damp forehead, he easily flipped her over, raising her up onto all fours.
“This one’s for you.”
Spooning her from behind with his big body, he massaged her breasts, tweaking at her nipples. Then he slipped his hand between her legs and stroked and coaxed, flicking subtly at her nub. He pushed forward, rubbing himself between her legs till her tiny whimpers filled the room.
Riley was swamped by feelings she’d never experienced. Unsure what to do, she pressed against him, into his fingers that were conducting a seriously wicked tune. Its haunting melody called her forward. Then there was the itch that wasn’t going away—a deep ache swarming in her stomach.
She closed her eyes. All that mattered was the magic his strumming fingers was creating. She felt like screaming, pushing hard against him, wanting more, her stomach scrunched. Every nerve was on fire.
His fingers curled around her clitoris, hot and moist. They stripped her bare, leaving her quivering with an eagerness to explode. Riley canted back, screaming, as a blistering inferno rocked through her. Her body was coming apart, and she bucked frantically against him, climaxing hard in his hand. Over and over she shuddered against him before collapsing on the bed.
It was several moments before either could catch their breath. Jago rolled onto his back with Riley alongside, and a smug grin crawled across her lips.
“Jesus, Jago,” she said. “If I’d known what I know now then I would have lost my virginity a long time ago.” She turned to him and spun a flutteringly light volley of kisses across his face, neck, and wherever she could reach. Then, leaning into him, she flicked her tongue inside his ear, nibbling experimentally.
Jago held her tight, stunned that she’d actually told him the truth. Up until the time he’d first entered her, he had still believed she was leading him on. But now he knew differently.
And he was confused.
She was having the strangest effect on him. Feelings that he thought weren’t possible for him raced to the surface, and he wasn’t sure how to handle them.
Riley lay in his arms, lazily circling her fingers on his chest, pecking him softly and lightly rubbing at his nipple. She wondered if he felt the same tingly sensation that rocked her every time he touched her breast. “That was amazing.”
“It’s only the beginning,” he muttered, slaking the side of her neck. He ran his tongue across her skin in one long, searing burn, tasting the saltiness and wanting more.
A lot more.
“Really?” she asked hopefully, dropping her hand to his cock and stroking it back to life. “I do hope so. And as this is my one and only main course I intend to eat until I’m satisfied.” Her chuckle resonated around the room. Scuttling across his body, she glanced up at him and flashed a wicked grin.
Dropping her head down, driven on by instinct, Riley tasted him fully. She scrambled her tongue tantalisingly across him, slowly dusting her lips over him before finally taking him deep into her mouth and hearing his groans. His hand held her head, urging her on, and his hips thrust hard into her mouth. She loved it.
A shaft of sunlight broke through the curtains, illuminating the room. Riley squinted at it through swollen eyes. They’d stayed awake most of the night, making love in every conceivable position.
In fact, she was now convinced sex was her vocation. If she was a prostitute, she’d be the only one giving it away for
free, she thought. She loved it so much. Her gaze covetously crawled over Jago, lying asleep, and her eyes roved hungrily over his body. His hair, mussed by her fingers, gave him a sexy, fuckable look. Her gaze dropped to his cock. Even in repose, it was an awesome sight.
Riley wanted him again. But heck, she thought, even she couldn’t go raping sleeping men now that she’d discovered her sexuality and her true calling.
Carefully she moved out from beneath his arms. She wished she could stay, but remembered his words: I don’t do dessert. Unfortunately she now belonged in the barren region of the pastry trolley.
For a moment she stood, naked, staring down at him, her fanny twitching, and felt like a dirty old woman. That’s what he’d turned her into, she thought irrationally. But it was over.
She’d lost her virginity.
And he’d had his meal.
Now she needed to work on the menu. Because Riley intended on getting him to the pasty trolley if it killed her.
* * *
Jago woke, his hands instinctively patting the bed and finding it empty. His eyes flew open as he wondered where the hell she’d gone. He leaned back, a smug smile teasing his lips, when he remembered the night. Or was it morning? She was totally insatiable. And he had loved it. Whatever he gave her, she matched and then some. If he hadn’t known firsthand that she was a virgin he would have called her a liar.
But she was a natural, definitely.
Wandering out of his room, he heard the water running and followed the sound into the bathroom. It resembled a sauna with so much steam, white and heavy, circulating in the air.
Deep in thought, Riley stood beneath the shower, welcoming the spray that tumbled over her body. She was thinking about Jago and the night they’d spent together, trying to work out how to tempt him to have dessert. Because either way, she wasn’t finished with him. She was determined to make him develop a sweet tooth.
Suddenly she found herself encircled by a pair of large arms. She squealed loudly before being wrapped in the body that had so dominated her thoughts.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“I didn’t like to. I thought you might need your rest.” She giggled, feeling his erection hard against her back. His hands massaged her breasts, liberally sprinkling extra shower gel into his hands.
“I know what I want, and it’s right here.” His teeth grazed the side of her neck as he pulled her close, thrusting leisurely against her body. Sliding a heavy thigh between her legs, he spread them apart. He gyrated his hips against her, stooped and swiftly plunged upwards, impaling her. Holding her tight for a moment, he began to drive slowly into her.
Riley placed her hands against the shower cubicle wall, welcoming his thrusts as he barrelled hard against her, rolling his hips, plundering her deep inside. She canted back into him, wanting more. She was desperate to experience that deliciously wicked petite mort just one more time.
His hand snuck between her legs and she rocked hard against him, furiously jerking her hips, the sweet sensations gradually building up. A scorching firestorm sizzled between her legs. Throwing her head back, she screamed as a white hot burst of pleasure spilled from her, only to be silenced by Jago’s lips.
They stood, embracing, under the hot water. Jago’s chest heaved as he sucked in air. That hadn’t been just sex; that had been pure lovemaking, and it scared the hell out of him.
Riley smiled up at him, water dripping down her face, her short black hair slicked back. Her gaze was questioning and almost raw with regret.
“Thank you, Jago. I didn’t realise what I’ve been missing.” She planted a seductive, searing kiss on his shoulder, its intensity branding him. “And don’t worry. I won’t nag you for dessert. I know how you detest it. Maybe one day you’ll develop a sweet tooth. But until then?”
She stepped out of the shower, leaving the question open, hoping he’d have a change of heart.
“I really don’t know what to say, Riley. Except that you’re now a woman in every meaning of the word.” A wicked smile on his lips, he followed her and placed a tender kiss atop her head.
He reluctantly pulled a towel around his waist.
“You’re right there. Guess I’m now going to be an expert on dining out,” she said. “And I’ll never forget you were number one.”
“What do you mean?” His eyes darkened at her words, splintering over her.
“Well, now that you’ve shown me what I’ve been missing, I’ve got to make up for lost time.” Turning her back on him, she smiled to herself. Let him ponder on that, she thought.
Jago stared at her. A muscle twitched in his cheek and he shot her a furious glare before storming out and slamming the door.
Riley grinned. Yep, think on that, sucker, she thought. I’m not as stupid as I look.
Chapter Ten
Eve let herself into her office. She’d made a point of getting in early, determined to see Jago. Talk to him, explain about last night. She’d agree to whatever he wanted, but she would never give up. Never!
It was early, and the house was silent. Until she heard the scream.
And froze, knowing damn well what was happening.
Her fingers clenched, and her long nails dug into her palms, scoring them red with blood. Moving to the bottom of the staircase she stared up, hearing their groans. Clasping her stomach, she felt physically sick. Now she realized why he didn’t want her. The bitch upstairs had wormed her way in.
She had managed to get into his bed in no time. So much for not mixing business and pleasure, she thought with bitterness. Her eyes glittered with cold malevolence; she knew she had to get rid of her, in any way necessary. She wanted her out of Tyrian.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, she walked slowly to the office and sat at her desk, drumming her fingers against the surface. Her mind was awash with ideas. The bitch was going to suffer from some serious accident. Eve cursed the day she’d ever contacted that agency.
* * *
Emily glanced up as Jago burst into the kitchen.
From the look on his face, he was in a foul mood. Stomping around, slamming cupboards, and rattling the china. Eventually he slumped down and sipped from his mug of coffee. His movements were sharp and jerky.
“Breakfast?” she asked pleasantly, wondering why he was in such a foul mood.
“Just toast,” he answered abruptly.
“Morning,” trilled Riley, breezing in with a radiant smile. Nothing on her smooth face indicated exhaustion; you’d never know they’d spent half the night making love.
Glaring at her, Jago continued to sip at his coffee, pretending to be fascinated by the scenery outside. Anything to avoid looking at her. Each seemingly innocent movement reminded him of the way she’d been in his bed. What she’d done with her mouth, the way her hands had stroked him. He forced the thoughts to one side; he could feel a lazy lob surfacing.
Emily shrugged her shoulders, keeping a low profile. When Jago was in a bad mood, she kept quiet, careful to do nothing that might antagonise him further.
But Riley had not picked up on the cues.
Grilling her customary wedges of toast, she hitched her hip on the table and sat across from him, swinging her legs. She glanced up, butter dribbling from her chin, and studied him.
“What are you looking at?” he growled, glaring at her. He had the craziest urge to lick the butter glazing her lips. Lips that sucked him dry.
“What’s wrong, get out of bed the wrong side?” she asked wickedly.
Scowling, he didn’t answer. Swiftly rising, he finished his coffee, and without a word, spun round and left.
“Must have been something he ate,” said Riley loudly to Emily.
Pausing, he shot her an evil glower. “Get down to the stables as soon as you’ve finished. I don’t pay you to sit around on your ass.”
Riley gave him a mocking salute. “Yes, sir!” she shouted back with a sudden surge of anger. She could hardly believe that only hours earli
er she’d been urging him on, lying in his arms as he’d penetrated deep inside her and played a skilful tune across her body. No wonder he never had dessert if that was his attitude, she thought.
Emily glanced between them, frown lines etched across her forehead. She threw the toast she was buttering into the bin. Jago had obviously lost his appetite.
* * *
Eve walked in on the tail end of the conversation. She almost doubted what she’d heard earlier. Had Jago really been in bed with Riley? She should find out. Especially before Riley rode out on Farley—knowing that ride might be her last.
“What’s wrong with him?” she asked conversationally, opening the fridge and pouring herself a glass from the jug of cold water.
“God knows, but he’s suffering from major PMS, that’s for sure.” She crammed the rest of the toast into her mouth and washed it down with tepid coffee. “Anyway, I’d better get down to the stables before he has a tantrum.”
“Might be because the kids are coming here today,” stated Eve, waiting for her to ask.
Emily tied her apron round her wide waist. “Young offenders,” she replied in response to Riley’s quizzical glance.
“What do they come here for?”
“It’s the government. Probably want to thank the little dears for getting into trouble,” she replied. “They come here a couple of times a year. Thankfully they don’t stay long, although to be fair, they’ve never been a problem. Jago wouldn’t have it otherwise.”
“They’re here for two days this time,” said Eve, carefully studying Riley. “I wonder if that nice-looking guy will be overseeing them again. I think his name is Steve.”
“Fancy him, do you?” teased Riley with a wink.
“Might do, but obviously you won’t.”