Rough Rhythm: A Made in Jersey Novella (1001 Dark Nights) (8 page)

“I-I don’t know,” Lita whispered and it took James a second to realize she was giving a hesitant answer to his question.

I could very easily be someone else, couldn’t I?

His cock swelled through the partial opening he’d created by lowering his zipper, the metal teeth digging into heavy, hungry flesh. Using his forearm to keep Lita stationary, he reached into his pants and freed himself, dropping its weight onto her waiting bottom. She gasped, sending more blood rushing south, thickening him to the point of near agony. God knew he didn’t need anything else but the sight of Lita bent over to achieve misery, though. Her palms were flat on the desk, as though grounding herself might keep her calm, when her rapidly rising and falling back told him it wasn’t working.

James dragged his erection down the center of her backside, pushing against the separation of her cheeks with a grunt. “It’s not smart for such a sweet, young girl to be out after dark by herself, is it? Not so much as a pair of panties to cover you.” He rammed his hips forward, his eyes closing over the friction of their flesh, her shaky whimper. “If you cover only one thing late at night, it should be your pussy, little girl. There are hungry men walking the streets, praying someone like you will get brave and venture out, against their daddy’s rules.”

Lita sucked in a gulp of air, smooth thighs shifting against his hair-covered ones. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

His rumbling laughter was unrecognizable to his own ears. “You’re nowhere near sorry yet. And I think you know that.” James lifted the back of her shirt, licking up the spine he uncovered, his tongue greedy for sustenance. When he reached her nape, he pushed his mouth against the wispy strands of hair, inhaling. “I wonder if I slip a finger into your pussy, would you try to get away from me or just wiggle that pretty ass closer?” He rolled his hips, the head of his cock rubbing against her wet front seam. “Answer me. Are you really the good girl you pretend to be?”

“Yes. I…try to be,” she breathed.

 Somehow she’d given James the answer he’d needed, when even he hadn’t known what it was. His heart jackhammered, loosing his staunchest inhibitions until they were sprinting past undiscovered roadblocks. They were two strangers encountering each other on a deserted street, the darkness giving them an excuse to buck society’s dictates and strip down to their basest existence. A tempted male and a coy, breathless female.

Taking another irresistible opportunity to stroke her backside and give it a reproving slap, James let his fingers continue further, testing the damp, addictive heat waiting for him. “Jesus, you’re wet all over. Not even fit to be in public, let alone bare-assed in a tight skirt. No bra, either, to keep you decent.” With a rough middle finger, he petted her clit. “Know what I think? I think you didn’t wear a bra because you want your tits to shake when you walk past a man. Yeah. You were out looking for something. Weren’t you?”

She tried to close her thighs around his hand, but he only pushed her stance wider with a foot. “No, I wasn’t.” A pregnant pause. “Let me go.”

On a labored exhale, James’s head fell forward into the crook of her neck. Conflict raged within him, two sides of a tarnished coin. And that was
before
she tried to get free. Lita’s body jerked, hands reaching behind to shove his body away. The animal she’d uncaged—or maybe they’d done it together—demanded he pin her back down and sink his cock into all that welcoming wetness. Hold her still while he banished the wealth of lust. But he wasn’t so far gone that he’d lost sight of Lita. God, he couldn’t hurt her again. Not in this lifetime. Even though he couldn’t see her face, he could visualize it and could remember how it made his heart pound.

With an astronomical will, James leashed his demons and released Lita, stepping back to give her space. Lungs protesting his lack of oxygen intake, he watched her straighten and face him, cheeks flushed, eyes a little wild, reminding him of that night when she was only nineteen. Fuck, the similarity almost did him in. Made him want to fall at her feet and apologize until the world ended.

“So that’s it?” She sauntered toward him, making his eyes narrow. “You’re just going to stop?”

“You asked me to stop,” he returned through clenched teeth, needing like hell to reach out and touch, grab, overwhelm her.

Closer now—
so
much closer—she raised the shirt over her head, letting it fall to the ground, giving him an unobstructed view of her tits. “I asked you to stop because you wanted me to.” She ran her index finger down his abdomen, sending a bolt of need to his still-erect cock, thickening it as she watched. “And because I…
wanted
you to say no.”

Yes.
The invisible chains holding him back clanked onto the ground. James lunged forward, hauling Lita up against him with one arm, yanking her skirt down with the other. Naked. He wanted her fucking
naked
, without a goddamn stitch to offend him or share access to her body. As soon as the skirt dropped, her legs were around James’s waist, the head of his sensitive arousal slipping through her pussy. His hands molded to her bottom, giving her a nice glide up and down an erection that might as well have her name tattooed on it. “You know why you fit me so nice, Lita? Why all I have to do is tilt my hips to go home?”

Her thighs slipped down his sides, so she clung to his shoulders, working to get higher, leg muscles flexing. Even though his hands were braced on her ass, he loosened them a moment and enjoyed watching. Seeing her sexual frustration as she worked to stay on top of his cock. “James.”

“Why do you fit me so well?” he grated at her mouth.

“I’m your plaything.” Finally having found purchase, she writhed on his lap. “I’m your plaything.”

He slapped her backside. “That’s right.
Only
mine.” God, the flood of lust was battering him from all sides, the need to get inside her fierce. Waiting another second seemed like a travesty, but protecting her came second nature, so he took two steps and set her down on the desk, getting a priceless eyeful of her female flesh as he bent forward the remove his jeans and dig a condom from the pocket.

“No.” Lita shook her head. “I don’t want that.”

His look held a warning. “Lita…”

“
You
brought me to the doctor.” Her eyes grew glassy, her slight figure swaying on the desk’s surface. “You had me put on the pill yourself. I probably shouldn’t find that so hot.”

James tossed the condom onto the desk, eased between her thighs and let their mouths graze together. “You tortured me for a week. Blowing kisses to jackass boys in the crowd. Wearing my shirts to bed so they smelled like you the next day.” He shook his head. “But I couldn’t take chances with you.” His knuckle slid over her clit, making her gasp. “Or this.”

Doubt crept into her expression. “Is it you, then? You’re not—”

He cut her off with his mouth, ending the kiss by rubbing their damp lips together. “In this one way, I’m clean for you.” He dropped a hand down to stroke his aching cock. “You want it raw?”

“
Yes
,” she whispered.

Somehow, floating in his lust-fueled consciousness was the important reminder that Lita hadn’t been with a man in a long time. The testosterone fueling him wanted to take her fast, hard, completely, but he couldn’t. Not their first time. “Lita—”

“You’re thinking too much.” She reached behind him and dug her fingernails into the flesh of his ass, drawing him forward. Their gazes held for a meaningful moment, before she moved her hands to his chest. Smoothed her palms over him in a circle. And
pushed
. “I said, I want to go home.”

This time, there was no conflict or hesitation. It couldn’t exist when lust, power and need was a vacuum, sucking all the uncertainty free. He wrapped Lita’s hair around his fist, hauling her head back and savoring the shocked whimper that passed her lips. “You’ll leave when I’m done with you.”

When Lita started to struggle in earnest, he released her hair in favor of yanking her hips to the desk’s edge. She tried to insert a leg between them, a lever to shove James away, but only succeeded in kicking over a plastic ice bucket and a stack of paper cups. Jesus, the combination of those objects scattering on the floor and her hands pushing at his shoulders made his blood turn thick, made it pound.
Take, take, take.
He allowed himself to experience her resistance, savor it, before wrapping a forearm around her waist and pinning her arched back to the desk.

The position left her thighs wide, her pussy on display. She made a distressed sound, her legs attempting to shoot closed, but he blocked them with his body. He didn’t so much as flinch when she slapped his face. “You’re not helping your cause.”

“Get off of me,” she said through her teeth.

James entered her body with a growl, a sound drowned out by her scream.
Christ.
Christ, for a moment, the dark game they were playing didn’t exist. He was finally inside Lita and what the hell else mattered? But the tight, sleek feel of her, the hands still attempting to push him away, called to his primitive nature, roused the more intense facets of it. James leaned down, putting his ear directly above her mouth, needing to hear everything that came out. Then he reared back his hips and drove into her hard, closing his eyes at the deafening cry she released.

“Did you ever stop to think about how a man looks…when he’s got a woman beneath him?” His voice was a boom of bass in the darkness. “When he’s finally got one mounted and spread?”

Her breath feathered his ear. “N-no.”

“No?” James slipped free of her perfection and rolled himself forward again, noting how her knees shot high every time he thrust. God, he would love to film that little move so he could replay it for her. Make her
look
at the effect of his plunging cock on her lithe body. “Men were made with this length of flesh that only fits
one
place. Inside a woman. And that flesh gets hard all the fucking time, always aching for that space between a woman’s legs. Where it was made to
fit
.” He punctuated his final word with a hard thrust, groaning at the way her tits shook. “I’m an animal just like the rest of them. Wanting to get on top of a woman and ride her rough, close my eyes and fuck until the hard flesh we were cursed with doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Lita renewed her attempts to get free beneath him, ramming the heel of her hand into his pectoral and shifting her hips, heels digging into the desk. All useless movements, despite their vigor. It was dark in the room and her eyes were shadowed, but the dipping of his right shoulder caused light from the bathroom to illuminate her face. Her eyes were glassy but focused on him. Hair a mess, mouth puffy. God, he’d never seen anything sexier in his life.
My
Lita.

Rocked by need and undeniable relief that this experience
with Lita
was far better than some anonymous fantasy, James held her down and bucked his hips, again and again. He was the embodiment of desperate aggression, sliding her body down to meet each thrust, grunting as she sheathed his dick with little cries. Cries that sounded like submission, an offering to the beast harnessed inside him so long. The hands pushing his shoulders were losing their determination, hesitating as if they wanted to tug him closer instead. And James could do nothing but slake his lust. Just bury his face in her neck and strive with each pistoning thrust to get deeper.
Deeper.
“Oh God, oh God,
oh God
…” Lita moaned into his shoulder, her voice vibrating with the force of his drives.

“Some men are after relief and they don’t care who gives it to them,” he grated into her neck. “Now imagine a man who only gets hard for
one
woman. Imagine it’s a never-ending battle to hide his erect cock because she’s
always around
. Giving him little pinkie waves and whining his name, knowing full well what it does to him. I’ve wanted to fuck you all day,
every
day, since you showed up.
Goddammit
, you little tease.”

Lita’s hands were on his ass now, their game having shattered apart with his admissions. Head back, mouth open, tits bouncing, she jerked him forward into the promise of relief her body represented. Her knees were hooked under his elbows now, but he couldn’t remember getting them there. Couldn’t think around the way her wet pussy squeezed him, her husky moans of his name. “Please, James…”

He threw her right leg over his shoulder, freeing his hand to stroke her clit. Damn, her body’s reaction to that touch almost choked the seed from his dick, making him pound all the harder into her tightened-up entrance.
Need to come, need to come.
“You put me in so much fucking pain, Lita. Take me out of it.” The sounds of their bodies joining filled the darkness. Slaps, strokes, and moans. “Taking it raw, aren’t you, plaything? Loving that big, bare cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to coat the inside of you? Fill you full?” His mouth latched onto hers for a slippery, sensual kiss. “Give me yours first.”

James pressed his thumb down on her clit and dragged the button of flesh up through her wetness, before letting it go. Doing it again. Her flesh began to shake against his hand, her cries going off like fireworks in a night sky. She fought against him again for a different reason. She was pinned by his thrusting hips, straight through the climax. “Too much.” Her fingernails clawed at his neck, his upper back. “
Too much
.”

The pain of her scratching made his release a sharper kind of bliss. He opened his mouth but no sound came out—the pleasure had trapped it all inside. Lita’s mouth was his only tether to reality as he shot from the cannon, hanging in the atmosphere as his body weathered a release so complete, it wouldn’t allow him to breathe. Just kiss her. Her.
Lita
. Finally, he was forced to rip his mouth away to intake oxygen and Lita was right there with him, gulping in air.

Sweat coated their bodies, but James couldn’t deal with being parted from her, so he lifted her limp body into his arms and walked to the bed.