The Gift (11 page)

Without thinking, Sandy pushed back against him, massaging the solid knot of his erection. He kneaded her breast in return, his grip firm but sensitive, the way a musician might prise the best from a rare instrument.

‘I’ve been thinking of you all night. Imagining myself fucking you again and again,’ he breathed in her ear, pushing her crotch against the hard edge of the counter with his hips. In her cleft, her clitoris jumped as if he’d touched it. ‘I must have come half a dozen times, lying in bed, fantasising about being in your cunt, and your mouth. The chambermaids at the Waverley will think I’m a sex maniac.’

‘Aren’t you one?’

Jay growled in her ear, one hand sliding down from her breast to her groin, insinuating itself between her and the counter and clasping her there. She grunted with sensation as he pressed exactly the right spot to rub the seam of her jeans against her clit.

‘I am since I set eyes on you, that’s for sure.’ He pressed again, rocking his finger and his hips in a syncopated rhythm.

Between her legs her body gathered itself, tensing ready to release, simmering ready to boil over. How could he do
this? Get her going so fast? Right here in this tiny room with its atmosphere thick and cloying with floral scents.

Oh hell, the door wasn’t even locked!

‘Please, lock the door first!’

A low rough laugh seemed to fill the confined space.

‘First before what?’ He squeezed harder, lifting her up, forcing her own weight into the intensity of the way he rubbed and worked her through the denim. ‘What is it you want, Princess? Tell me. Tell me the words.’

Why did he have such a fondness for making her admit to her desire?

Sandy shook her head. Not in negation, but to try to clear her thinking. The smell of potpourri and roses was like an hallucinogen and the sensations between her legs dissolved her reason. She wanted to come and, if he wouldn’t lock the door and assure her privacy, she’d come anyway, even if they might be caught.

She set both hands firmly on the counter and swirled her hips against him. He didn’t miss a beat, didn’t lose contact with her clit through her jeans.

‘Tell me,’ he growled, his mouth against her throat, and the next moment he was attacking her with a biting, sucking kiss on the tender skin at the juncture of her neck and her shoulder. The soft tickle of his short neat beard was intoxicating.

‘I want to come. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.’

‘I thought you’d never ask.’ His breath seemed to boil against her skin and he pushed again, trapping his own hand between her pelvis and the hard marble of the counter. If it hurt him he gave no indication, he just squeezed her harder.

‘I’m not asking. I’m telling,’ she hissed at him through gritted teeth. The corridor outside was short. They weren’t all that far from the main room of the café.

‘Ah yes, I love a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t hold back from demanding it.’

Teetering on the brink of an orgasm, she shot back at him,

‘Well, I fucking well demand that you lock that door before you do anything else.’

‘Your wish is my command.’ Still holding her, he backed to the door and, not letting go of her crotch, he reached behind him with his free hand and flipped the key. Then, before she knew what was going on, and while she watched his swift economical actions in the mirror, he reached around and, using both hands now, unfastened her jeans and pushed them, and her panties inside them, down to her knees.

‘There, that’s better.’

Leaning against the door, he drew her close to him and grabbed her between her legs again in the same hard uncompromising hold as before. Only this time his fingers slid instantly between her folds and found her clit, unprotected now.

Sandy bit back a groan as he began to manipulate her slowly, but with gusto.

It had been a bit like this in the hallway, when they’d watched Kat and Greg, but now the piquancy was to both feel his rough caress, and simultaneously watch her own reaction.

Her face was bright pink and tendrils of her hair were breaking free from her loosely wound plait. Beneath her white jumper and her thin bra, she could see the hint of her
nipples, as dark and firm as a pair of little hedgerow fruits. Like the blackberries in Kat’s delicious home-made crumble.

That idea made her laugh out loud, hysteria bubbling.

‘What’s so funny, beautiful girl?’ breathed Jay in her ear. His face wasn’t red but it was intense, almost luminous with a kind of raw desire she’d never seen in a man, even in a situation like this. Correction, when had there ever been a situation like this? But still she’d never seen a man want her quite as much as Jay seemed to do, even when they’d been fucking her.

‘Weird thoughts in my head. Just ignore me. Get on with it.’ He laughed again, a low rumble that went right through both their bodies and vibrated in the very centre of her sex. Inclining over her, he pushed her forward against the sink, still stroking her clitoris while at the same time rubbing his hand over her bare bottom in lazy circles.

What are you going to do? Smack me for being a greedy, horny girl?

She couldn’t voice it, her throat was tight with lust, but he seemed to hear her. As she looked up to see him in the mirror again, he winked. ‘Maybe another time. I think I’d prefer to fuck you right now, if you don’t mind?’

‘I … I’ve no objections.’ Sandy let out a stifled squeak as a light, almost accidental orgasm set her pussy quivering. It wasn’t quite a proper full climax, more a little hiccup of pleasure, short and sharp, gone again in an instant.

‘Good girl. Now why don’t you push up your jumper and bra and let me get a look at your sweet little breasts?’

‘They’re not that little!’

‘Of course they aren’t. They’re the perfect size.’ As if to illustrate the fact, he rearranged his hands, sliding them
both between the edge of counter and her chest, underneath her jumper, each to cradle a breast, thumbing her nipples through the lace mesh of one of her second-best bras. She’d decided that if she wore her top-of-the-range stuff, her La Perla, he probably wouldn’t have turned up today, but she still wanted her body to look nice for him, if he did, and she got lucky.

She almost laughed again. More weird thoughts whilst being stroked and fondled and fooled about with by a near stranger.

Obeying him, she straightened up, pushed her jumper up in a bunch, and then her bra too, nudging his hands aside to free her breasts. The result was so rude and so racy, she couldn’t really look at herself, but Jay’s warm hand cupped her chin this time and forced her to face the mirror.

Beneath the bundled wool of her jumper and her pushed-up bra, her breasts and her chest looked pink too, flushed with hungry excitement. She’d never seen her nipples so hard, or felt them that way either. They were so crinkled and erect that it bordered upon pain. But it was a good pain. One that made her gasp when Jay cupped her again and flicked each teat with his thumbs.

‘Very nice … very nice …’ His mouth was against the side of her neck again, ruffling the errant strands of her hair. He pushed her breasts together and in the mirror he admired the deeper channel of her cleavage that way. ‘I’d like to fuck you there sometime. In between your gorgeous breasts, slow and easy, then come on your face.’

It was so crude, so vivid, that Sandy’s knees went weak and she would have swayed and maybe fallen but for the press of Jay’s body against her back. Her arms and hands
were like cotton wool, resting against the counter but unable to support her.

‘Not now though. Not now. Right at this moment, I just want to be inside you and make you come again, around my cock.’ With a last slow caressing squeeze, he abandoned her breasts and gently laid her forward over the counter and the sink. The far edge of the porcelain basin was cool against her burning face, and it calmed her. She pressed her cheek against it, resting passively while behind her Jay unzipped and took out his penis, quickly sheathing it in a condom from his back pocket.

‘Hey, no sleeping on the job!’

The little tap on her bottom was barely more than a touch, but Sandy shot up in the air as if she’d been goosed by a laser. Her sex flurried, ground zero for the jolt. In the mirror she looked into her own face and met eyes that were wide with shock, and dark, oh so dark, with arousal.

And she wasn’t the only one who’d noticed.

‘Did you like that?’

Jay’s own eyes were just as dark, just as intense with desire. And he was doing that evil-delightful thing with his tongue over his lower lip again.

‘I … I don’t know.’ It was the truth, although her body seemed to know the score and she realised she was pressing back, pushing her bottom against Jay’s erection and rubbing to and fro. He held her wrists, and swung his own hips, pushing and circling, matching her rhythm. In the mirror, he cocked his head, as if assessing her and reading currents of longing she couldn’t articulate.

‘I think you do. But you’re not quite sure you want it today,’ he said, leaning close, his voice low and soft, infinitely wise. ‘I think that today you just want what I want. And
that’s to fuck.’ Her face flamed again. Why did he have this habit of making her into a sex maniac? It’d never happened this way with any other man. Yes, she liked sex, and she wasn’t a prude, but she’d never wanted to rush at it as voraciously as she did with Jay Bentley.

‘OK! I do. Of course I do! But it’s you that makes me that way. God, I’ve never known a man like you for railroading me into sex, or whatever, within moments of us setting eyes on one another.’ She paused, gasping, as his latex-clad cock slid up and down the groove of her bottom and the thought of what Kat and Gregg had done last night barrelled into her mind.

Thank God there was no butter here in the cloakroom!

‘Are you always this rampant?’ she demanded, catching her breath as a slippery stream of her honey slid down the inside of her thigh. That was another thing. No other man had ever made her so spontaneously wet. ‘Do you always have a hard-on?’

It was as if Jay had been turned to stone in the blink of an eye. And not just his cock. His entire body was still, tense, almost angry.

‘What’s wrong? What did I say?’

Sandy tried to turn, to see his face, and its sudden raw pain, directly.

‘Nothing. You haven’t done anything wrong at all.’

But his face was hidden now, down, buried in the crook of her neck, his cheek pressed against her bare skin. She almost imagined she could feel the faint ridges of his scars, although the thought was unlikely really because they were so very fine and carefully crafted.

‘In fact, you’ve done everything right for me, Sandy. Everything.’ He looked up again, his eyes suspiciously
shining as if some intense emotion, more than lust, had brought moisture to them. ‘And I can’t thank you enough, because I’m not entirely sure I deserve what I’m about to get.’

The sheen in his eyes seemed to fade, and his face crinkled into a wicked, wry, worldly wise grin.

‘And you’re dead sure you’re going to get it?’ Pertly, she pushed with her bottom again, massaging that fabulous hard intruder that was pushing between her soft folds from behind.

‘Oh, I think so.’ God, that smile, that smile … ‘Or you wouldn’t have let yourself be persuaded so easily into pulling your pants down and showing me your pussy. Or pushing your top up and letting me fondle your delightful breasts.’ He cupped a breast, massaging it with precise enthusiasm, while at the same time loosely clasping at the delta of her sex. ‘I’d say that’s a pretty fair indication of your willingness.’

‘Brute!’

‘Sex kitten!’

‘Pig!’

‘Horny little minx!’

Sandy giggled, squirming against him. ‘Minx? Since when did men ever call women “minxes” nowadays? I thought that was only in old books, historical novels.’

‘Suits you. You are a minx.’

Grinning, he switched his approach, reaching beneath her from behind to fit himself neatly into her entrance. Realising she’d have to cooperate, Sandy tilted her hips and eased her thighs apart as best she could within the hobble of her pushed-down jeans and panties, trying to give him more room to manoeuvre.

‘That’s a good girl. Just a bit more.’ Bending his knees, Jay adjusted his angle, gave a little shove, and gained purchase by holding her hip as well as her breast. Then he took her breath away with a long hard push, sliding inside her.

Oh, wow!

She’d never been a size queen. She hadn’t really been with all that many men. But Jay was big, and hot, and fabulous. And he held still, in up to the deepest point, owning her with the might of his body.

She was a size queen with him.

‘Are you all right, Princess?’

His rough voice was soft and edgy, full of ragged emotion.

‘Yes, yes, I am …’ It was difficult to frame words, she was so focused on her body and how he felt inside her.

‘Good.’ Pushing again with his hips, he swirled his pelvis, taking her with him, stretching her. She shimmered around him, close to the edge already. Subsiding onto one elbow, she reached around and grasped his denim-clad thigh, his tensing backside through his jeans, wanting to be closer, naked, every inch of her skin against every inch of his that she could reach.

‘Touch yourself, Princess, not me. I want you to come. I want you to play with yourself, do what you like to do. For yourself.’

He was gasping, quite far gone, as excited as she was. Even teetering on the precipice of her own orgasm, she wanted to please him. Reaching down, she found her clit, then squeaked with pleasure it was so ready, so sensitive. It barely needed a stroke or two to force the issue and bring down her orgasm from on high. Her pussy clenched at his
cock and she fell forward, her head dangling in the sink. Jay made a low broken sound, reached around and gently cupped her head while he started to work her with his hips, in and out, in and out.

Within a few moments he froze, then jerked and pounded harder, his big hand still cradling her forehead to stop her bumping her head against the porcelain bowl.

‘Oh, Sandy, Sandy, Sandy … you’re amazing. You’re amazing … Thank you!’