The Love Laws (22 page)
Authors: Tamara Larson
She
needed to focus on the reason she was here, which was giving into him so he
could get on with forgetting about her. A part of her rebelled at that thought
but she buried those tender feelings and lifted up on her knees. Reaching
between her legs, she was able to wrap her hand around his thick cock and angle
it into position right where she wanted it most.
Behind
her, she heard Kevin’s sharp intake of breath as her moist pussy finally came
into contact with his hardness. She slid the tip of his cock along her slit,
giving him just a taste of her sultry heat.
“Wait.”
He gasped and then he was scrambling madly in the pocket of his coat, looking
for his wallet. Moments later, she heard the distinctive crinkle of a condom
package being opened. She gave his penis a short pump that made him groan and
then she removed her hands entirely and faced forward, bracing her hands on the
top of the bench seat in front of her, waiting for him to complete his task.
“Lift
all the way up for a second,” he said, guiding her hips forward. He made a
strangled choking noise that made her giggle as he drew the condom down over
his impressive length, and then he was grasping her waist and lowering her
slowly downward until her warm cleft was positioned over his straining
erection. She stopped giggling.
“Is
this what you want, Angel?” He asked hoarsely, flexing upward just an inch
until just the head of his dick was encased in her slick channel.
“Yes.”
Jamie nodded and pushed downward another inch. He was so big. She was stretching
to accommodate his girth, but he was almost too much. And it had been such a
long time for her. She wanted to feel him pulsing and thrusting deep inside
her, but the promise of pain made her hesitate. Her thigh muscles burned from
holding herself upright, but still she paused.
“It’s
okay. You take all the time you need. I’ll make it good for you. I promise.” He
slid one of his big hands forward and touched her just above where they were
joined. Massaging around her clit gently with his thumb, he rocked upward and
was able to bury himself another few inches in her liquid heat.
Jamie
bit her lip and looked down. Her breasts were bare. Her small pink nipples
tight and hard in the icy air and yet the skin on her chest was flushed pink
with arousal. Her hair was wild around her shoulders and she suspected she must
look like a complete slut. She had never felt sexier as she watched the flex of
his hand under her skirt, busily working her clit in a way that made her want
to scream with excitement.
She
could feel the tension in his body as he waited for her to take him deep inside
her body, but he didn’t push. He waited and that was exactly what she needed.
Using
the seat as leverage, she pressed downward until finally every exquisite inch
of his fine erection was buried to the hilt in her eager pussy.
“God
dammit. Angel. You’re so tight. You’re killing me.” Kevin gasped, holding
completely still as she adjusted to his deep penetration.
Then
she began to move. Not in the gentle undulation of hips and thighs he’d been
expecting at all. She slid up and then slammed herself down so hard that he
thought she might hurt herself. But the exultant sound of delight she made as
he ground his hips upward, gaining another inch inside her exquisite body was
all the information he needed. Jamie liked her sex a little rough. As much as
he would love to experience tender love-making with this woman, hard and dirty
sex with her was an experience he couldn’t deny himself.
He
would give her exactly what she wanted. Just as promised. Even if it killed him.
Chapter Eleven
Love Law #6 -
Men need to be treated like sex objects too.
Yes, this seems
a bit contrary to my whole "men are hunters" theory. They are, but
they also love variety more than anything. Which is why they find commitment so
daunting. The idea of making love to the same woman for the rest of their lives
is horrifying to them. Their days of sowing their oats or spreading their seed
or whatever agricultural metaphor you want to use are over. This causes blind
panic to settle in and they may get cold feet. To avoid this trap, don't become
complacent. Once you’re in a relationship, be the other woman. Spice things up.
Attack him the second he walks through your door instead of waiting politely
until after your date. Try new positions. Dress up and role play. Talk dirty.
Don't, however, constantly spout foul language like a sailor on leave.
(Especially if his mother happens to be visiting.) Getting graphic loses its
effect if you do it very often, so every once in a while, tell him in no
uncertain terms, what you want and how you want it. And make sure he knows that
he's the only one that can give it to you exactly the way you want it. He's the
sex object here, remember? And he loves knowing that you can't resist his
super-magnetic sex appeal. Don't say that exactly, you'll sound weird, but
ravage him like you can't help yourself. If you don't scare the crap out of
him, he'll love it. Small note here: do NOT watch porn and try and imitate
those girls verbatim. They are professionals and therefore are paid to say some
frankly ridiculous things. (I originally tried to provide some examples here,
but my editor promptly went into coronary at the thought, so I’ll just leave it
to your imagination.) Just be honest with your man. Say whatever comes to mind.
Tell him what you like, without pulling any punches and worrying about being
considered unladylike. Ladies rarely get the wild, sweaty monkey-sex, which is
your objective. At least occasionally.
Jamie bit down hard on her lip and
forced herself to be still for a moment. The sensation of being filled so
completely by Kevin’s rock-hard shaft bordered on pain, but there was a darkly
burgeoning pleasure there too. Facing away from him, without the connection of
eye contact, forced her to focus entirely on what was happening between her
legs and she found that the responsiveness of her body was almost too intense
to bear.
She had
purposely chosen this position to avoid looking into those gorgeous tawny eyes
of his. There was a lot more depth and emotion there than she was entirely
comfortable with, so she had hoped to put some distance between them by avoiding
his gaze. She wanted this to be about sex, not about some ill-fated connection
that seemed to be bubbling to the surface between them. Warm kisses and long,
lingering glances had no place in this particular transaction.
What she hadn’t
been counting on was how this disturbing lack of distraction made it impossible
to ignore everything else about him. She tried to focus on the sound of the
rain or the way the windows were completely fogged in around them or even the
reflection of her own glazed eyes in the rear-view mirror, but her attention
kept straying back to Kevin and his ability to effortlessly drive her wild.
She could feel
the crisp hair on his thickly muscled legs brushing the inside of her thighs
and the silky glide of one of his callused hands on her hips, steadying her but
not forcing her to follow any particular rhythm.
His other hand
was buried beneath her skirt. His fingers felt like heaven as they leisurely
brushed her clit, smoothed over her folds and then circled the widely stretched
entrance to her body, spreading her body’s silky moisture everywhere, making
her more slick and slippery with every single touch.
And his scent.
Good Lord. It was driving her mad. Her nostrils flared as she took in the sweet
smell of rain mixed with the ocean, leather and his own evocative aroma - warm,
aroused flesh and the faint trace of some spicy cologne that made her want to
turn her face into his neck, inhale that scent and hold it in her lungs
forever.
Even the sound
of his breathing aroused her - harsh and loud in the close confines of the car,
his excitement obvious without him uttering even a single word.
But most of
all she was aware of the perfect way his cock filled her. It wasn’t just a
matter of size. He was truly one of those men who knew what to do with his
equipment. He didn’t thrust mindlessly, impatient to find his own pleasure, or
pull her down to be impaled entirely on his impressive length. He flexed gently
beneath her, not forcing more penetration than she wanted, but still
stimulating her cleft with the occasional unexpected pulse of friction.
All while his
big blunt fingers played with her like he had all the time in the world rather than
a few stolen moments.
She felt like
her senses were on overload. Almost too much was happening. She could barely
focus on one sensation at a time. It was the oddest form of no strings sex and
yet she felt herself responding to his gentleness with an overwhelming need to
kiss his mouth in gratitude.
But she
resisted that impulse. This was about two bodies coming together to scratch an
itch. Not gentle, intimate love making. To remind herself of that she grasped
the seat in front of her and pulled her body forward until her pussy nearly
released its hold on his big cock. Then she slammed herself downward in a fast,
hard rush of movement. He now filled her completely again and she couldn’t help
herself from squeezing her inner muscles tightly around his thick length.
Behind her, she
heard Kevin grunt. “Jesus. Angel. What are you doing to me?” He sounded
excited, surprised and just a tad bewildered.
“I’m taking
you. Just the way I want. Do you want me to stop?” She asked coyly, freezing in
place.
His fingers
between her legs also stopped moving and he slid his hand back to grasp her other
hip. There was a brief pause before he responded, his voice low and raspy. “Never.
I could stay right here inside you forever. Just like this. You feel so good.”
Holding her steady, he pushed his hips up off the seat just once. His powerful
thrust lifted her up on her knees slightly and he plunged so far within her
that she actually gasped.
“You’re so wet
and tight around me. Perfect.” He grunted.
Jamie smiled to
herself, pleased that she still possessed the ability to give pleasure despite
her lack of practice lately. Still, she found herself unable to help from
analyzing his words. He knew just what to say. His dirty talk was a little
coarse without sounding like he was auditioning for a low-budget porno. How did
he know exactly what she wanted? Exactly what she wanted to hear? A nasty
little imp of jealousy spoke in her ear, wondering how many times he had said
the identical thing to any number of women. Other women he called ‘Angel’ to
avoid saying the wrong name in the heat of passion, she’d bet.
That unwelcome
thought was the perfect anecdote to her warm and cuddly feelings towards him.
He was a man-whore and she would treat him like one. Just like the countless
women he’d used before her.
With renewed
anger, she took control of the situation again. Bracing her hands on the seat
she began sliding herself up and then ramming herself down his long shaft. She
wasn’t slow or gentle, drawing out the pleasure. Instead she was like a
machine, her movements mechanical and wooden, riding him with a single-minded
need to drive herself towards a quick and joyless climax.
Behind her,
Kevin watched Jamie bounce on his cock like it was completely detached from a
living, feeling person. He wasn’t complaining. It still felt incredible. Her rounded
bottom flexed with every downward thrust and her hair flew around her shoulders
in a cloud of flaming silk. She was gorgeous. Everything about her body drove
him insane with desire, but whatever personal connection had existed between
them had suddenly dispersed, leaving him feeling like a human dildo. What had
changed? Just moments before he had felt like they were equal participants in
what had been a very passionate encounter with the potential for much, much
more.
He was torn.
He’d promised to give her exactly what she wanted, but was this is it? She
wanted to objectify him? Take her pleasure and move on? Reduce him to a
convenient erection and nothing more? He wasn’t sure why this bothered him
exactly. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a woman had taken what he had
to offer and then discarded him. But this time was different. He wanted more.
He wanted all of her, present and aware that she was with him, not some
nameless, faceless stud with a big cock and no soul. That wasn’t him. At least
not anymore.
Wrapping his
arms around Jamie’s furiously bucking hips, he pulled her back against him
until she was forced to still her movements. “Hey. Let’s slow this down for a
second, okay?” He said, crossing his arms across her chest and pressing his
lips against her shoulder.
“What?” She
gasped, squirming in his grasp until her face was visible to him and she could
glare at him properly. Her cheeks were flushed with her exertion and she looked
completely shocked that he would ask her to stop in the middle of her performance.
“I thought you said I could have exactly what I wanted.”
He kissed her
shoulder again and then smoothed his hands over her breasts. Her nipples grew
even harder and he gave one of them a small tweak. “Angel. Give me five minutes
to play and if you don’t like it we can go back to your pogo-stick style of
sex, okay?”
“Pogo-stick?”
She gasped, squirming in earnest now to get away. She nearly succeeded in
dislodging his penis from her body, but he was somehow able to keep her in
place. She stopped moving when she realized she was trapped. “You didn’t like
it?” She asked, her voice tremulous.
He hugged her
to him, oddly touched that she sounded so unsure of herself. How could she
doubt herself? It didn’t compute. She was something else. Raging one moment and
then showing him her vulnerability the next. He adored her wildness and
unpredictability. If she was his woman he’d never be bored again. But she
didn’t belong to him and never would. All he had was right now and he was
determined to make the most of it.
