Breakaway (5 page)

“No…I…Jesus.”

She tugged at his pants and she needed him to lift his hips
to get them off, but he didn’t move. Trying to keep his body from exploding
with lust, he sucked in a deep breath. “What are you doing, Remi?”

“I’m not breakable,” she told him. “Yeah, you’re bigger than
I am, but I’m not fragile.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I
want to do this.”

“Maybe we should…take it to a bedroom.”

“Good idea.”

She slid off his lap and stood, a tiny goddess in black lace
and stiletto heels, and when she tugged his hand and tried to pull his two
hundred plus pounds off the couch, he smiled.

He rose to his feet, holding his pants with one hand and her
hand with the other, and let her lead him to her bedroom.

She clicked on a lamp beside the bed and he smiled in
approval at the gold duvet cover. Four pillows on the bed. No cushions. He
walked across a Persian carpet in glowing shades of gold and cinnamon and sage
green, and stopped beside her.

Hunger for her rose in him, need slamming into his balls,
sensation prickling over his flesh. But still he held back.

She studied him, then moved toward him and he lifted his
arms to take her into his embrace. Then the room flipped upside down as he felt
a foot at the back of his knee, knocking him off balance, taking him out, and
with a sharp exhale he landed flat on his back on the bed.

He stared up at the ceiling.

“What the…?”

And then Remi was on top of him, straddling him with those
smooth, slender thighs, her hands brushing over his chest. Her eyes sparkled
and her mouth curved into an impish smile.

All the blood in his body raced to his groin, leaving him
lightheaded and throbbing, his sole point of focus the heat between his legs
and the woman kneeling right there, her hair lit by the lamp into a glowing
golden halo, her softness pressed against his hardness.

“How’d you do that?” he croaked, reaching for her hips.

“Tae kwon do,” she said, and she leaned over him to kiss
him, at the same time rubbing her lace-covered breasts across his chest.

He wanted to know more, but coherent thought spun out of his
mind, possibly through his ears, which was why he could hear nothing but a
faint buzzing sound, and his eyes closed. He gave himself up to the sensation
of her mouth on his, her tongue sliding into his mouth, her small hands all
over his naked torso, her body against his as she stretched out over him.

He clasped her hips as pleasure licked up his nerve endings
just like her tongue licked his mouth. Her palms rubbed over his nipples,
sending tingles shooting through his body.

Then she squirmed down his body and dropped to the floor
between his spread legs. She grabbed his pants and tugged, one side, then the
other, inching them down his hips.

“Mmmm.”

As usual, he wore no underwear and his erection sprang up,
thick and hard and hot. He opened his eyes and looked at Remi gazing down at
him open-mouthed, wide-eyed.

“You’re big everywhere,” she breathed, reaching for him. Her
small, pale hand on his flushed cock looked incongruous, but it felt so fucking
good. She stroked him up and down, looking at him with avid eyes, and when she
licked her lips, he groaned and lifted his hips, pushing deeper into her hand.

He wanted to flip her over and strip the black lace off her
body, but once again he hesitated. Sure, she knew martial arts, but she was
still tiny and he was still big and heavy. So he slowly sat up and gently moved
her off him.

She frowned at him as he laid her down on the gold duvet,
her skin glowing in the lamplight. He stroked a hand over one curved hip,
trailed a finger between her breasts, down the groove of her abdomen to her
navel.

“Jason.”

“What?”

“You’re still holding back.”

His forehead tightened. “What do you mean?’

“I mean…” She sat up. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“But…”

She cupped his face with one hand and looked deep into his
eyes. “I need more than that.” She held his gaze for several thumping
heartbeats.

“What are you…you mean…?”

She nodded meaningfully. Hell, he couldn’t be rough with
her. She was a little doll.

“If you won’t do it to me…” She lowered her lashes. “I’ll
have to do it to you.”

He felt his eyes widen. His lips parted. His dick lurched.
But as much as a turn-on as it was to have a woman threatening to dominate him,
it wasn’t going to happen.

She raised an arm and flexed it. “Look. I have muscles.”

He turned his gaze to her biceps. His lips lifted. “Yes.
Yes, you do.” Tiny, but her little arm had a defined bulge. “Wanna arm wrestle,
baby?”

She grinned. “What do I get if I win?”

“You get to fuck me.”

“Mmmm.” He moved over her and she lay back down on the bed
and slid her arms around him. “What do I get if I lose?”

“I get to fuck you.”

“How about we just skip the arm wrestling and get right to the
fucking?’

Holy shit, she was so hot she was making him sweat. “Sounds
like a plan.”

He had to see those tits, taste them, feel them, so he slid
a hand behind her back and flicked open the strapless bra, then grabbed it with
his teeth between her breasts and dragged it off her body.

He tossed it aside and she made a noise low in her throat.
He gazed down at her. Her breasts were perfect—round and sweet and soft on her
chest, lying there beneath him. He filled one hand, and yes, it filled his
hand. Who needed more than that? He liked breasts, any kind of breasts, but he’d
never gotten the attraction of enormous boobs. For him, it was all about the
feel, the softness, the round shape, the way the nipple puckered and tightened
and begged to be sucked.

His mouth watered. Pretty pink nipples all tight and hard.
He bent his head and kissed the tight tip, ran his tongue over the bumpy
texture and sucked it into his mouth. Sweet and hard, he suckled at it, cupping
the other breast, the nipple poking his palm, then he switched and tasted the
other one.

Fuck. He was so hard he was going to burst. He groaned.

Remi writhed beneath him. “Harder,” she whispered. He
paused, resumed his sucking with more force and then he scraped his teeth over
her nipple and she cried out. Her hands fisted in his hair and tugged—Jesus,
that sent sparks shooting straight to his dick—and he did it again and again.
Her body shook and shuddered, hips lifting and electricity sizzled over his
skin.

“Christ, Remi.”

The way she responded to him, like he was the hottest guy on
the planet, sent his arousal zooming into the stratosphere. A fiery wave of
heat cascaded over him, all his blood rushing to his cock and leaving him
lightheaded. His balls drew up so hard against his body he feared they might
never come down. He had to be inside her, fucking her, now.

Remi trembled and shivered and shuddered with the need to
come, arching against Jason, her arms wrapped around him as tight as she could
hold on. Her legs lifted and he fitted himself between them, his cock hot and
hard against her belly. She moaned.

She throbbed between her legs, her pussy hot and wet and
aching for him. She whimpered.

Burning with pleasure, pulsing with need, she arched her
back. He shifted up, his mouth leaving her breasts where he had left tingling
magic and sensual shivers and she loved, loved, loved the feel of him against
her, how hot and hard and big he was.

This couldn’t be happening.

But it was.

She sank into the bed, absorbing the feel of Jason’s
fever-hot skin against hers, the weight of him, the taste of him when she
opened her mouth over the skin of his shoulder. She licked him, sucked him,
kissed him, drawing a long groan from him.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Jesus.” He rose up, took his cock in his hand and pressed at
her entrance. She wanted him inside her, but he felt so big, the blunt, round
head of his cock pushing at her. She reached down between them, pushing her
fingers inside herself. She was wet. So wet. She rubbed the moisture around her
pussy to ease his way in and he paused, holding himself over her.

Her fingers brushed over her clit, swollen and sensitive,
and she moaned.

“Oh, Remi.” He stroked up and down with the head of his cock
and she felt him get slicker and wetter, sliding, and then he tried pushing
into her again.

“I love that,” she moaned. “I want you inside me.”

“Wanna fuck you, baby.” He pushed deeper, a fraction of an inch
at a time, agonizingly slow, tortuously sweet. He stretched her, filled her,
hurt her with a delicious pain, and she widened her thighs and lifted her knees
to take him deeper.

“You’re so small,” he muttered against her neck. “So tight.
Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me. Please.”

He went very still above her, half buried inside her. Her
heart thudded, her pussy clenched and Jason groaned again. “Fuck, baby. Oh
fuck. I can’t hold back.”

“Wait!”

He went motionless, gasping for breath. “What!”

“Condom.”

He took a breath, then another, and then rolled off her onto
his back. He covered his face with one hand. “Goddammit.”

“You have to use one.”

She rolled toward him and put a hand on his chest. Jesus,
she was probably crazy to be doing this, having sex with a virtual stranger,
but not using a condom was out of the question. She might be a tiny bit drunk
and a whole lot in lust, but common sense tapped its way through to her
consciousness.

“I don’t have one.”

Now she flopped onto her back beside him.

“You don’t have a condom?” She couldn’t believe that! A good-looking
guy like him, newly single, didn’t have a condom?

“I didn’t plan on something like this,” he said defensively,
his hand still on his face. “Don’t you have one?”

“No.” That was almost laughable. When would she ever have
sex?

She was on the Pill, so she wasn’t worried about getting
pregnant, so maybe…no. “No glove, no love,” she said. Then an idea popped into
her head. “Hold on.” She rolled off the bed and scurried out of her bedroom,
down the hall to Jasmine’s room. She’d packed everything she owned today, but
maybe…just maybe… She hurried into Jasmine’s bathroom and flung open the
medicine cabinet. Empty. Yanked open a drawer. A box of tampons, a stick of
deodorant, a tube of lip balm…Remi dug through the contents of the drawer. A
shower cap. She frowned at that and tossed it aside. And…yes! Condoms! She held
up the packets triumphantly, slammed the drawer shut and ran back to her
bedroom.

She held them up between two fingers as she approached the
bed and Jason raised his head. “Thank Christ,” he muttered. “I did not want to
drive to the nearest Walgreens.”

She laughed and tossed the packets on the bed and he reached
for one, ripped it open and rolled the condom onto his penis with proficient
expertise.

Then he grabbed her and rolled her under him and she laughed
breathlessly.

“Okay, where were we?” he murmured, kissing her mouth.

“You were about to hurt me.”

He groaned. “Oh, yeah.” And he thrust hard. She cried out,
digging her fingers into his shoulders, arching her back, her head going back.
He pressed kisses to the side of her neck and drove into her, his cock hitting
her cervix and making her senses leap. Pleasure-pain streaked through her,
flames and chills, sizzling and shivering.

She met his every thrust, loving the heavy weight of him on
her, the thick fullness of him inside her, the deepest penetration. “Jason, oh Jason.
God.”

She lifted her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder and
he jerked hard. “Christ, Remi.” His cock twitched inside her.

And he pulled out.

“What!” She curled up, gazed up at him, at his chest
heaving, face gleaming with sweat, eyes dark.

“You have to come first.”

“Oh.” She let out her breath on a whoosh. “Oh.”

He covered her pussy with his hand, cupping her, and she
felt herself pulse against him. Then he stroked with his fingertips, parted her
folds and found her clit. She jumped as he touched the sensitive nerve endings,
fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes. He stroked and rubbed, slicking up
more wetness, and she quivered and strained against his touch. “Yes.” She tried
to breathe. “Yes.” The faint buzzing started, the very beginning of an orgasm,
spreading from his fingers down her thighs, deep inside her, building,
twisting, coiling tighter, hotter, higher. More. She needed more. She needed
that deeper touch, that driving pressure.

“Inside me,” she whispered, reaching for his hips. She dug
her fingers into the sides of his buttocks, hard and muscular, pulling him to
her. Again he thrust into her and this time the penetration combined with his
fingers on her clit sent her spiraling out of control, over the edge, flying.

She grabbed his ass and cried out and he held himself still
against her. She felt him inside her, felt the spasms of his cock as he poured
himself into her. He came inside her in long, hard spurts, holding his weight
off her body, his face buried in the side of her neck.

She pulsed around him in tiny convulsions of pleasure. “Oh
dear god,” she said, holding him tight. She’d just had the best sex of her life
with a man she barely knew. Boring? Practical? Predictable? Ha! She’d just
entered a new world, one where she was wild! Wicked. Wanton. Free.

Jason might have dozed off. He felt like he was floating,
aware of his hand on the sweet curve of Remi’s backside, warm and firm, his
other hand tangled in her hair. The softness of her bed cushioned his body and
the scent of Remi and her sheets mingled with the warm scent of sex. He drifted
on a haze of sensual pleasure. Wow.

Who would`ve thought the little blond pixie would be such a
tigress in bed? She was little but strong, her appetite for sex matching his,
head-on, full-frontal, burn the sheets up.