Rough Play (6 page)

The sound ripped through his roaring blood. His breath panted with hers. The dance she’d begun was long forgotten as she rubbed against his painfully hard cock trapped in his jeans. He gave up her breast, lost to his own pounding need and arched up. The position denied him the strokes he needed most, but he could satisfy her. He tried to catch her nipple again, but failed. Was helpless but to receive her gaining her own pleasure against him while his hands were bound.

Her breath climbed. Moans hummed from the back of her throat. Heat flushed across her skin and her sex scented the air, a heady desire licking over his skin. Eyes were closed, head tilted back and lips parted. She raked her fingers across his head and turned him up. Lips met his. His mouth opened and her tongue thrust in. Teeth mashed as he pushed against her. The tips of her ponytail fell over her shoulder and the slightly sweaty tips stuck against his neck with her ever-quickening thrusts.

Sweat off her stomach slapped against his until she cried out. Her mouth broke from his, tits thrust in his face and he was able to suck her nipple back into his mouth as she shuddered on his lap. Her fingers slid across his shoulders and down his arms. Chills pricked her skin and his heart pumped fire through his veins.

“Release my hands.” His voice was deep, harsh and hardly recognizable on his ears.

Her eyes were hazy, slightly unfocused as she licked her lips and lowered his zipper. “Nope. Still my turn.” She leaned forward and left open mouth kisses on his neck. “You requested music, remember?”

Her knuckles brushed against his cock and he groaned, ready to come at the simple touch. He needed a moment to get his breath, needed to flip her over and pound between her thighs. Dryness coated his tongue. All moisture lost to the head of his cock and the sweat on his skin.

He tried to find words through the sexual fog of his brain to clarify that, no, it was his turn, but then she reached inside his jeans, found his cock in a strong grip and his thoughts were stolen. She rubbed his length, her hold never loosening. Christ, he was about to be over with. His arms were numb, hands tingled as he pulled at the belt but found no relief. Screw this. He wanted her. Now. Needed his hands free. Now.

His tongue heavy in his mouth, he found his voice. “After you found what song you wanted, you instructed I sit back. My turn. My hands, Flora.”

Her eyes widened, breath stopped. Fear sliced across her gaze so fast, he wasn’t sure if that’s what he saw or something else. Her grip released his cock and god, he wasn’t sure that was worse than just finishing this round off and taking her for more after he recovered or not. Blood throbbed through to the tip of him, stretched him harder and fuller.

She stepped behind and the belt loosened from his wrists. Iced tingles threaded up his arms and he shook out the pain to find feeling in his hands as she came back around. He cupped her by the hips and guided her across his lap.

The lace was soft and rough against his palms all at once. Her skin hot and damp under his touch as he slid up and unfastened her bra. It fell away from her chest, releasing her rounded breasts, pink tips budded tight. He pulled her into his mouth. The soft skin molded against his tongue. She grabbed his short hair; nails raked across his scalp and pulled him to her chest as he sucked first one breast, then the other without the barrier of her bra slowing him down.

Need wrapped tight to his balls and cock. An ache pulled deep in his bones. He clutched her by the ass, each cheek filled a hand and he carried her to his bedroom to the condoms in his nightstand. That moment of fear that had passed over her face pulled at the back of his mind, but by the time this night was over, she’d know there was nothing to fear. His only intention was to give her pleasure. Lots of it.

Jacob had waited for this. The weeks had stretched into months of only seeing her here and there. Then the last few agonizing days. Longer than he’d ever chased and teased after a woman before and he wasn’t going to waste it with one quick fuck that’d go so fast she wouldn’t come from it. He put a knee on the bed and lowered her down, but didn’t settle his weight over her.

There was intending to go slow. Then there was the desire so strong to do something stupid like press his body to hers and lose it in two-seconds flat. What he needed was space and air. He stared at her hairline on her forehead and left of a trail of kisses around the side of her face, along her jaw. By the time he reached her mouth, soft whispers of air seeped past her lips.

Her legs stretched beneath him while he straddled her on all fours and leaned over to take a moment of rest to cool the heat from his cock. Her knees bent up enough to slide temptingly along his inner thigh. Soft skin nudged his balls and hard cock and the breath was sucked out of his lungs.

Her knee nudged him again and his eyes all but crossed. Lord have mercy, but he needed something. Needed time. If he slid inside her slick entrance now, he wouldn’t last but a single thrust and it’d be over with. Using his knee, he eased between her thighs, dangerously widening her and breathed in the scent of her sex, leaving him dizzy and craving a taste.

Not of just her damp opening, darkening the center of her panties, but of her whole body. Across her throat, the valley of her breasts and turn of her hip. He intended to explore every inch of her. And he did. Her skin was soft and warm under his mouth as he moved. The flutter of her pulse against his lips gentle.

He explored every last inch of her and when he pressed his mouth to the damp lace covering her, her deep breaths changed to cries as she arched off the bed. With her hips thrust up to his mouth, he peeled the wet panties off her ass. She lowered to the bed and he pulled them down her long legs.

The once wide eyes on her face were hazy and drowsy. Sexy bedroom eyes. Liquid beaded over the head of his cock, slid against his belly and closed his throat little by little. He leaned forward and took his time about testing her entrance with his fingers. Caressing her slit, then put his hand to his mouth and licked the honey sweet dampness off his fingertips.

Her sexy eyes were open and staring into him. Raw, intense pain and pleasure throbbed through his cock. He pressed his mouth over her. The smooth skin of her met his lips. She coated his tongue and her thighs squeezed on his ears. Whispered pants of air filled the silent room. Her hips thrusts and she rode against his mouth.

“Jacob,” she whispered.

Wetness pearled across the tip of him, coating him and left him hurting until he physically couldn’t take more. He eased up, taking it slow. Moved up her body until he reached her mouth and sealed a kiss over her and fully inserted his fingers, firmly stroked her insides. She was gasping, arching against him. Crying out, thighs gripping his hand.

Her fingers shook on his arms and shoulders as he brought the taste of her to her tongue and kissed hard. The quick kisses in the back room of the diner were nothing but moments in time. Passes of seconds and minutes. Fast thrusts of tongues taken in the height of the moment. But this, this was a searing kiss that reached inside and stroked him deep.

Her nails bit into him in the same needy, clingy way he felt rushing through his blood. A moment longer and she’d find another release. He stroked faster, harder, right on the spot that made her breath catch until she stiffened and shook as she fell apart in his arms.

With her eyes heavy and unfocused, he pulled on a condom that was tight and gripping the life out of him. Her legs shook as he settled between them. Hands trembled on his shoulder while he entered and filled her wet heat. All the holding back, the lap dance, the past few days slammed into him and gentleness was not something he could manage.

He thrust hard and deep. She moaned with him. Her hips lifted to meet his. Skin slapped skin. Furor and need slammed through his pulsing blood. Aching desire that had been denied far too long squeezed his balls and he thrust harder, faster.

Her strong thighs held his hips. Her insides gripped him. He thrust through her orgasm and then gave into his with a final stroke. Gripping heat flooded through his cock wrapped in her tight entrance. The orgasm of his life stroked through his body, left his limbs trembling and numb in its wake. His mind wrapped around the taste of her on his tongue. The feel of her holding his cock and the fog of nothing but Flora surrounded his body.

He rolled to the side so he wouldn’t squish her as he collapsed. Air escaped his lungs. Heart pounded hard against his chest. He reached over and pulled sweating hair from her cheeks. She stared at the ceiling. An occasional blink would interrupt her stare. Yeah. He stared at the ceiling. He needed a moment too.

The pounding pulse slowed. His vision cleared and his breath calmed. He wrapped a few strands of hair around his finger, but didn’t pull. “You okay?”

She nodded on a deep breath. He leaned over and left a quick kiss on her mouth. “I’m going to clean up. Be right back.”

She smiled at him, but it was a smile he wasn’t sure about. Not her standard kind of smile with that amusing, mysterious turn of her lips. But then, he had brought her to three orgasms with his mad sex skills. He nearly said that aloud, but then she’d probably never have sex with him again. So he slipped from the bed and entered the bathroom.

Alone, he took a moment and leaned over the sink.
Holy shit
was the best he could come up with.

Just as he wet a rag, a slam rattled through his trailer. He dropped the rag and opened the bathroom door to find his bed empty. Barely an indent was left on his pillow.

“Flora?”

There was no answer. He started toward to the living room, suspecting, but not wanting to believe it. An engine turned over and he ran through his living room, but it was too late. Headlights moved across his windows and were gone with the rumble of an engine heading down the road. Her clothes that had been on the floor were gone. The chair and his belt were there, the only things saying it had definitely been real.

He rubbed over his head and moved back to his bedroom. Light blue panties lay on his bedroom floor. He sat and lifted them. Her scent strong on the scrap of fabric he’d been close to ripping in two. The smell filled his blood and left him shuddering with renewed interested.

What the hell?

Chapter Six

“Jesus Christ.” Trent stood, grabbed his breakfast plate and coke. “You and Lane. Both a couple whiney ass bitches. Lane I get. He’s not getting laid. You have no excuse.”

Jacob sat back in his booth and flipped his brother the bird. Hell, if his brother went through the sex night Jacob had, he’d understand. Not everyone was cut out for Trent’s level of control.

Trent shook his head. “Oh, yeah. That helps a lot. I’m going to eat breakfast in peace. When I’m done, try and have your head out of your ass so we can get to work.”

“Fuck off.” Jacob thumped a fleck of paper from his straw across the table while Trent walked through the maze of tables and into the kitchen. A moment of peace wasn’t given to him though as Tonya approached in his wake. She stared down at him. His plate of biscuits and gravy and bacon was in her hands and held up in the air away from him. What now? He raised his brow at her and waited.

After several seconds, she slid the plate on the table. “Rough night?”

“Great night. Shitty ending.” She’d left. Just left. “Yours?”

She smiled. “Productive. Got caught up on billing and the mail. Your brother is quite the shredding machine.”

He frowned. “Shredding?”

“Paperwork. You and Flora disappeared. Lane took Gretchen home. Trent stayed and shredded paper for me while I worked.”

“Just…shredded paper?”

She frowned at him. “Yeah.”

Well, that explained Trent’s poor attitude. Hell, Jacob would be mad at the world too if he’d sat on his ass shredding paper all night.

Tonya slid in the booth across from him. “Why’d you piss Flora off?”

He stilled. His hands pulled into fists. If he could just grab Flora, hold her still and she’d be there with an explanation, all his problems would be solved this morning. “I didn’t do shit. Last I saw her she was smiling. She’s the one who snuck out the door when my back was turned.”

Tonya swept salt off the table and picked up the trash from his straw. “Yeah. She has a habit of that. It’s
gonna
be hell to get her to stay.”

“Who says I want her to?”

Her brows lifted. “Do you?”

He shrugged. No. Yes. No. He didn’t want her forever or anything like that, but hell, they’d just gotten started.

Tonya only smiled. “Good luck. You’re going to need it with her. Running is all she knows.”

He didn’t need luck. He needed Flora to have logic and a little common sense. Surely with all that talk of getting right to it, no dating and so forth she hadn’t meant just the one time. What they had was great. And he wasn’t even close to being finished. Finished with sex, that was. There would not be an ever after. He doubted that’s what her best friend wanted to hear though. “Same for you with Trent. Good luck that is. You’ll need it for him.”

She frowned. “Why would I need luck?”

He stayed quiet for a moment. He couldn’t say he’d ever talked about sex with a woman he had no plans of ever having sex with. It was weird. He tried coming up with the politest way to say his thoughts. “If you plan to get him in bed with you.”