Pulse (4 page)

"Jesus, Jessica." He pulls a heavy breath through clenched teeth as his hands pull gently on my hair. "Where the fuck did you learn how to suck cock?"

I moan at the words. I haven't been in Nathan's hotel room more than ten minutes and already I'm naked, on my knees with his heavy, beautiful cock in my mouth.

"Like that. Fuck, just like that." He leans back against the couch, his dress shirt still buttoned, his pants hanging open.

I pull him from my mouth before I race my tongue over the crown. My hands circle the root, gliding up and down it as I suck on just the tip.

"Christ," he pants as he grows thicker and wider beneath my touch.

I groan as I'm forced to open my mouth even more. I adjust my knees on the carpet of the floor not caring what I look like. Not minding that my body is on full display. All I want is the reward his body is going to offer to me when he reaches his climax.

"Suck it, baby." He grabs my hair harder, controlling the rhythm.

One of my hands bolt to the couch behind him for stability. He's fucking my mouth so hard. His hips moving in a steady beat. I suck him harder, pulling more and more of him into my mouth.

"You're so good." The words are deep and heavy with desire.

I look up. His long lashes are fluttering closed, his eyes rolled back in his head. I'm giving him exactly what he gave me last week. I want that. I want him to feel that.

I pull my grasp away from the couch and cup his heavy, full balls in my hand. I'm compensated with a pull on my hair.

"You're going to make me come." He thrusts harder into my mouth as I pump the thick vein with my hand.

"Yes," I whisper around his flesh. Yes, please, come. Come for me.

"Stop," he moans. His body trying to pull away from mine. "I'm going to come."

I push harder into him, forcing his cock deeper down my throat. I shake my head slightly. I won't pull back. I need this.

"Fuck," he growls as the first shot of heat hits the back of my throat. I moan at the sensation. I brace myself for more.

He pumps harder as he fills my throat with his desire. I struggle to handle it all. It's so much. I've never done this before. I almost gasp at the sensation but I can't stop. My body won't let me. I'm so aroused and wanting.

He pulls back as he softens slightly in my mouth. I feel his legs trembling. His hand is grabbing the edge of the couch tightly.

I look up and he's staring down at me, a wide grin enveloping his handsome face. I smile back, my tongue slowly gliding over my lips.

"That was…" his voice trails as he pulls his hand to his chest. "That was so intense."

I stand and press my lips to his. "I loved every second of that," I whisper into his kiss. I did. I want him to know that it was just as intense for me. I need to tell him that I can't come back here. That even though I've spent the last week engrossed in my new job, that almost every second I've jumped back to thoughts of him in this hotel room.

"I need to taste you." He pulls me closer. "I have to suck on your clit until you come too."

"No." I run my finger over his jaw, marvelling at how much more handsome he looks with just the hint of stubble on his face. I wonder what he looks like in the morning, after he's slept and he's ready for coffee. I wonder what it's like to fall asleep in his arms. No. I can't wonder.

"I need to go." I reach for the red dress he pulled off of me the moment I walked through the door.

He grabs my wrist in his hand. "You just got here. We have hours."

"I don't." I lie. I do have hours. I could stay here all night if he wanted me to.

"Why are you rushing off?" He glances down and it's as if he suddenly realizes that his semi-hard cock is still hanging outside of his pants. He tucks it in, does up his pants and faces me again.

"I have an early morning meeting." I do. With Allie and Aaron, the kids I make scrambled eggs for every day.

"What's going on?" He pushes a piece of hair back behind my ear before he tilts my chin up to his gaze.

"Nothing," I sigh. I can't tell him that we just shared the most intense and intimate experience I've ever had and the thought of another woman on her knees in this room, doing the very same thing to him, is just too much for me. I know what I agreed to, but my heart hasn't caught up yet.

"I'd like to see you Friday." His lips feather over mine lightly.

"This Friday?" My mind can't connect the dots.  He wants to see me again in two days?

"Can you come by Friday night at the same time?" He bends down to retrieve my bra and panties from the floor.

"I'll be here," I say it without thought.

"Perfect." He taps the tip of my nose with his finger before he walks over to the bar to pour himself a drink.

As I pull my clothes back on I try to chase away that nagging voice in the back of my brain that is telling me that he's quickly becoming someone I need.

"Rebecca said you left your boyfriend when you moved here." Cassandra pours herself a cup of coffee before turning to face me.

"I did." I manage a weak smile as I load the kids' breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. "It wasn't working."

"How long were you together?" She reaches to grab a piece of pineapple from the fruit salad I prepared earlier.

"A few years." I nod towards a bowl. "Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"

She shakes her head. "Was it hard? Leaving him like that?"

"I guess." I shrug my shoulders. "I still care about him. We just weren't a good fit."

"It was like that with my husband too." She reaches for a piece of peach from the salad. "Ex husband," she corrects herself.

"When did you get divorced?" I ask because I've wondered since I started why no one talks about her ex.

"Two years ago." She pulls in a heavy breath. "We fell in love in college and planned this whole elaborate life together. We had the kids quickly. Everything seemed idyllic and then it all fell apart."

"I'm sorry," I offer. I don't know what else to say. I can sympathize with Allie and Aaron. My own parents had divorced when I was a toddler. Their dysfunctional relationship had set the stage for many awkward years of being juggled back and forth between their two houses and their two lives.

"Don't be," she mutters. "It just fell apart. We settled down too young."

"I'm sure it's been hard." I manage a weak grin.

"It has been." She reaches across the breakfast bar to touch my arm. "Don't rush into anything serious, Jess. I wish I had explored more when I was your age instead of wanting something too serious."

Her words shift through me. Maybe she's right. Maybe I had to stop wanting what I had with Nathan to go anywhere. Maybe I just needed to have fun.

"I'm having more fun now, at thirty-two, than I had when I was twenty," she says, her chin lifting.

"I'm glad." I like this slightly exposed and vulnerable side of Cassandra. Rebecca has only told me stories of what a bitch she can be at work.

"We should hang out sometime."

Her words catch me off guard. "We could," I offer weakly.

"Becky never told you we met at a club?"

I'm not sure if I'm more shocked by the admission or by the fact she called Rebecca by her
much-hated nickname.

I stifle a chuckle by biting my lower lip. "She didn't."

"I'll get her to a plan a girl's night out for the three of us. It'll be a hoot."

***

"She actually used the word
hoot
?"

"Not only that, she called you Becky." I laugh as I pull a towel from the laundry basket and fold it.

"It's like you're talking about another Cassandra, not the one I work for."

"One in the same. Why didn't you tell me you met her at a club?" I reach for another towel, inwardly scowling at the fact that Rebecca is sitting right next to me and can't seem to reach over to help fold our laundry.

"It's not a great story." She gazes down at her hands. "I was so drunk. She helped me in the bathroom."

"How does that translate into a job for you?" I push the basket closer to her, hoping she'll take the hint. I don't want to spend the next thirty minutes folding clean clothes.

`"She was drunk too." She finally reaches for a washcloth. "I told her I needed a job and she told me she'd hire me."

"So bizarre." I laugh loudly. "You score your dream job while you're falling over drunk and I have to fight tooth and nail to get the privilege of cooking macaroni and cheese for two spoiled four-year-olds."

"Such is life in the big city." She flashes me a grin. "So when are we going to go out and paint the town red? Tomorrow night works for me."

"I can't." I don't offer anything more.

"It's Friday night. Do you have a date?" She leans in closer, resting her chin on the edge of the basket.

"Not a date." I shake my head hoping she's not going to press for more.

"A fuck? Are you seeing him tomorrow?"

I nod silently. "This is going to be the last time."

"Where have I heard that before?" She giggles as she throws the washcloth in my face.

"There's no way you've ever had a boyfriend." Nathan's breath rushes across my skin.

"That sounds like an insult." I wrap my fingers through his hair wanting him to claim my wetness with his mouth. He's already helped me orgasm just by touching me tonight, now I want to feel his lips slide over me.

"I crave every part of you." His lips glide across my thigh. "The way I feel when I'm with you is too good. It's too much."

I feel my breath hitch at his words. I want to ask him if he means that. I need to know if he really feels that good when he's with me. The thoughts drift into the vapor as he pushes my thighs to the bed, spreading me wider so he can lick me harder.

I moan heavily at the sensations as I pull on his hair. His tongue glides over my sensitive folds, parting them before he buries his mouth deep into my wetness. I arch my back at the intensity of his tongue, of his lips pulling me in.

"Nathan," I cry out and he stills.

"Fuck. Say it again." He tempts me with a soft lick over my clit. "Say my name."

"Nathan," I purr as I pull on his hair. "Nathan, eat me."

"You're too sweet." He tempts me yet again with just a soft stroke of his tongue. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to scream my name."

I buck at the promise of his cock inside of me. "Do it now," I challenge.

"Say it. Tell me what you want," he growls as he pushes himself from the bed to retrieve a condom from the drawer.

"Fuck me, Nathan." I pull my hand over my mound, relishing in how wet I am.

"Touch yourself," he orders as he pulls the condom over his hardness. "Stroke that clit for me."

I hesitate. I've never touched myself in front of anyone. I lock eyes with him and I see the command there. He wants it. He needs to see me bringing myself pleasure.

"Nathan," I repeat his name as I let my thighs fall to the bed, completely exposing myself.

"Jesus," he moans as he kneels between my legs, his hand stroking his sheathed cock.

"I love when you fuck me," I whisper. "I love how you fuck me."

I pull my eyelids open and he's staring at me. His lips slightly parted, his eyes glazed over.

"Slide it in." I hold myself open. "I want you so much."

He groans loudly as he enters me in one swift movement. My body stiffens at the sensation and I open my mouth to cry out but no sound escapes. It's so much.

"Say it." A trembling moan covers the words.

"Nathan," I spit back. "Nathan."

"So good." He pounds himself into me, his arms on either side of my head. With every thrust he lets out a small groan. He's lost in the sensation. I'm lost in the feeling of him.

"Make me come, Nathan." I pull his name slowly across my lips. "Please."

He pulls out of me so swiftly I moan at the loss. "No," I pout. "No."

His body glides down mine and he scoops my ass into his palms. Before I can react his mouth is on my cleft, parting my folds, probing within me. I grab his head with my hands, pushing my body into his face.

It's raw and intense as he licks me hungrily. "Say my name," he pants before pulling my swollen clit between his teeth.

I scream it loudly, unable to temper my emotions. I can't believe it can feel this good. I can't believe any man can make me want so much.

I rotate my hips as I grind myself into his face. He groans with each movement, eagerly lapping up my wetness, coaxing my orgasm from deep within me. I feel it build and I let out a guttural groan as I feel the pleasure rip through me, blinding me to everything else in the room.

Suddenly, his head isn’t there. I'm clawing for his contact and then he's flipping me over. I'm on my knees. His hot, heavy cock resting against my ass cheek.

"I have to fuck you, baby." He pushes himself into me with one swift movement and I stifle a scream in the pillow.

He yanks my body up as if it's a rag doll pulling my back into his chest, all the while pressing on my mound to angle his cock into me. I reach back, unable to feel him.

"You're the sweetest. You're so good," he purrs into my ear as he fucks me with long, hard strokes.

"Please," I whimper. "Please."

He grunts in response as he pounds his body into mine. "Jessica," he whispers. "Jessica."

I close my eyes, breathing in his words, his body and the intense orgasm that has gripped every part of me.