Undeniable (2 page)

Chapter Two

Outside
it had started to rain, big, ugly drops that splattered on the pavement at our
feet. I looked out into the darkened parking lot, spotting Jake’s motorcycle
near the far corner. I knew in the back of my mind that this was a crazy idea.
Smart women didn’t simply “leave” with a virtual stranger. Nor did they agree
to ride in the rain on the back of a motorcycle. Yet the combination of both
only aroused me more.

“Unless
we take your car, we’re going to get wet.” He spoke over the rain, just loud
enough for me to hear.

“It
doesn’t matter. I’m already wet,” I replied, meeting his eyes.

With
much haste, he ran with me to his motorcycle, and I applaud myself for not
falling on my face in the five-inch stilettos and floor-length dress, although
Jake’s strength was a major part of it.

Now
soaked, he opened a side compartment and handed me a heavy leather jacket. A
sweet gesture, and one I never expected from him. The leather was soft and dry,
smelling of Jake’s cologne. I closed my eyes a brief second, simply breathing
him in.

“Let’s
go,” he barked.

I
hurriedly donned the garment while he straddled the Harley and brought it to
life. In my attempt to climb on behind him, I encountered some trouble. The
formal I wore wasn’t the best motorcycle riding attire. He grinned at me,
waiting impatiently for my next move and I did what I had to do. Pulling my
gown up to my thighs, I whipped my leg over the seat, giving him a teasing view
of my pussy. He pretended not to notice, but the bulge in his pants said he
had. He’d noticed, and he obviously liked what he’d seen.

We
rode into the night together, taking the back roads to what I supposed was his
cabin hideaway. Women gossiped about Jake and his infamous cabin in the
employee bathroom all the time. From what they’d said, he’d taken all his women
there and fucked them until they begged him to stop. Karolyn, my best friend,
once told me he’d hosted sex parties there every month. How she knew, I didn’t
ask, but nevertheless I’d been dying to see his place ever since I’d heard it
existed.

I
pressed my body against his back, wrapping my arms around his waist. Rain
splashed in my face as he drove at breakneck speed to get to the cabin. He was
warm, despite the rain and, no doubt, he felt my pointed nipples poking into
his back. With the jacket opened in the front, my now-sheer dress did nothing
to hide my arousal from him.

Finally,
he turned off the main road onto a little tree-lined path. The trees were tall
enough to shield us from the rain, and he slowed the bike, allowing me to sit
up and survey my surroundings.

The
cabin fit him, dark and mysterious. From what I knew of him, everything about
it screamed Jake. The scent of earth flooded my nostrils as he parked the bike
and climbed off, waiting to help me. In my mind, I never saw Jake as the
helpful type. I suppose his arrogance and gruff personality threw me off but to
my surprise, he proved me wrong. For the second time tonight he smiled at me, a
hot, sensual gleam shining in his eyes, making promises of what was to come.

I
took his hand, giving him a wonderful view of my pussy again, but he stopped
me. I’m not sure why, but he crashed his mouth against mine. I gave as good as
I got, running my hands through his wet hair and keeping him exactly where I
needed him.

He
pushed my legs apart and stepped between them, sliding his hands to the bare
skin underneath my dress. The rain still fell around us, but we were both
oblivious to it. His fingers slipped inside me, and I whimpered into his mouth.

“You
weren’t kidding about being wet,” he said, now pulling his jacket off me.

I
nodded, stupidly, as the expensive jacket fell to the muddy earth. He reached
for his zipper, and the familiar rasping sound echoed in the night. My pussy
clenched with anticipation as the garment parted and his bare cock sprung free
towards me.

“This
is going to be one hell of a ride, Cupcake.” His hands slid up my thighs,
gripping my ass and pulling me towards him. “You’d better hang on.”

His
entry was smooth and hard, forcing my body to take every delectable inch of
him. I gasped at the fullness as he seated himself to the hilt then moaned when
he pulled out, only to shove in again. The rain touched every heated inch of my
flesh, heightening my arousal to self-combusting degrees. Jake knew how to take
care of a woman, setting the perfect age-old rhythm that left me breathless and
clawing his back for release.

He
was close, too. With his eyes closed and his lips peeled back from his teeth,
he looked like a man in pain instead of one seeking pleasure. His back arched
as he forced my legs wider. I watched each movement of his velvet-smooth cock,
now covered with my juices, sliding into my body repeatedly. I leaned forward
and kissed him for all I was worth, sucking on his tongue until the motorcycle
rocked dangerously with his hard thrusts. And then I exploded.

“Fuck,
Cupcake,” he yelled pulling his mouth away from mine. “I’m going to come.” And
he did, before he’d finished his sentence.

I
wrapped my arms around his neck, bathing in the afterglow, finally realizing I
was also shivering from the cold, wet rain. Jake wrapped his arms tightly
around me, kicked his pants to one side and lifted me off the motorcycle to
carry me into the house.

I
scarcely took note of my surroundings, snuggling close to Jake so that his
dark, musky scent surrounded me. He didn’t pause to flip on any lights in the
dark cabin as he carried me straight to the bedroom. Darkness engulfed us as I
lay against silky soft sheets.

Jake
flipped on the bedside lamp then started to peel my wet dress from my body.
“Sorry about your outfit. It’s a shame my brother made you go out and buy
something that didn’t earn its money’s worth.”

 
“Oh, I don’t know.” He pulled the dress
over my head with my help. “It got your attention tonight, didn’t it? I think
that makes it worth it.”

He
threw the wet garment to the side and it landed on the floor with a solid slap.
“So you wore this dress to impress me?”

 
He began undressing himself, keeping his
eyes on me as he did. Honestly, I hadn’t even wanted to be at the party, much
less buy and wear a dress I’d probably never use again. I truly had no
intentions of seducing Jake though something about the environment, the people,
the situation—it all had led me across that room to him. If the dress
impressed him, so be it.

“No.
I wore it because your brother said we had to dress in formal wear.”

“What
the hell are you doing working for my idiotic brother, Ashlyn?” He moved over
me, aligning his body with mine until his knee pressed against my center. “That
mother-fucker doesn’t deserve someone as good as you.”

He
moved the knee, rubbing precisely on my clit. How could he possibly want to
talk at a time like this? “Your brother and my job are the last things on my
mind.”

I
slid my hand between his legs, brushing lightly against his cock and, finally,
stroking his balls with my fingers. He gasped, pinning me with his body and
eyes as he widened his stance. I took my cue from him, running a finger along
his balls and back to his cock, stopping only when I encountered wet moisture
at the very tip of the bulbous head. Grinning, I spread the liquid with my
finger then brought the finger to my mouth.

He
groaned, “You’re trying to kill me aren’t you?”

Rolling
him to his back, I moved to straddle his hips. His hands slid up my flat belly
to my breasts, squeezing and kneading my flesh until I started rocking my
pelvis against his cock. I’d waited all night for him to touch me this way. Now
that he finally did, I was more than captivated by it.

“Cupcake,
I want in you now.” He sat up to take one rosy nipple into his mouth. “God,
you’re about to grind my dick off doing your little lap dance.”

I
smiled, running my fingers through his hair and gently pushing him back against
the mattress. “You’re going to have to wait. There’s stuff I want to do first.”

Before
he had time to reply, I shimmied down his body, taking his large prick into my
mouth. It was on my mind to tease and please, but the moment I tasted him, I
knew neither one of us would last worth a damn. Forget the sweet, slow
seduction. Hot, hard sex was on the books for tonight.

He
groaned, clenching the sheets beside him as the head of his cock bumped against
the back of my throat. I used one hand to fist him, while the other played with
his drawn-up balls. How could this man get me so horny when, in the past, my
love life had been nothing but disappointment? I’d finally decided ‘why
bother?’ and given up on sex. That is, until now.

“Ashlyn,”
he moaned, fisting his hands in my hair. “Stop or I’m going to come.”

I
didn’t care if he did. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste him, raw and
delicious on my tongue. I wanted to swallow the very essence of him, what made
him so different from all the others. I wanted this and, to prove it, I sucked
at him harder, sliding his thick shaft in and out, each time bumping against
the back of my throat.

“Oh,
God!”

Before
he could say anything else, hot jets of semen spurted into my mouth, drawing
Jake’s body slightly off the mattress with the impact.

I
swirled my tongue around him, licking up every last drop, before planting a
kiss on the flaccid tip and moving up his body. “You taste pretty damn good,
Jake Taylor.”

He
gave me a weak smile, sliding his hands along my thighs. I couldn’t help
wondering what would happen after we’d spent this night together, naked and
alone. Would he want to see me again? Would I really want to see him? The
questions popped into my mind and, I figured if I was curious enough to wonder,
I might be getting into something a little deeper than I’d originally planned.
Jake wasn’t boyfriend material. I couldn’t consider him as such.

Forcing
the thought from my mind, I look down at his cock as it slowly came to life
again. The man needed little to no recovery time before he was up and ready to
go again. I’d never been with a man with such stamina.

“Grip
the footboard.” Jake pointed with one hand then smacked my rear with a thwap.
“I want you to watch me in the dresser mirror while I take you from behind.”

The
sting of his slap ignited a fire that rose from the point of impact to the very
bundle of nerves between my legs, aching for release. My pussy lips tingled, my
own moisture making my thighs sticky.

I
did as he said, turning to offer him my ass, sticking it proudly up in the air.
At some point, during our romp in the sack, the rain had stopped outside. The
air inside the cabin was breezy against my sweat-slicked skin, but nothing I
couldn’t handle.

Jake
positioned himself behind me, plunging deep within my body as I watched him in
the mirror. I gasped and sighed, loving how he stretched and filled me to the
point where our bodies felt as one. He felt like the missing piece of the
puzzle, fitting perfectly inside me.

“You
are so fucking tight, Cupcake. You squeeze my dick to the point I’m ready to
come only by being inside you.” He pulled out, and we mutually groaned at the
sensation.

“Dammit,
baby.” His fingers dug into my hips as he started to pick up speed and drove
back in, his balls bouncing against my clit. I was so close to ecstasy, it
would take only one more stroke and I’d fall over the edge and into heaven, but
Jake stopped. He pulled completely out and ran a finger down the length of my
spine, stopping only when he came to the crack of my ass.

He
slipped the digit lower until he pressed against my anus. “Has a man ever taken
you here?”

I
was breathless and panting while he toyed with my body, heightening my desire
to the point where I couldn’t think straight. I met his eyes in the mirror and
his deep pools of gray shone back at me. Taking me there was something he
wanted to do.

“No.”

He
bent forward, taking each cheek in his hand and pushing them as far apart as
they would go. The tip of his tongue touched the small of my back and coasted
down in one smooth swipe, stopping when he reached the small opening. Fire shot
through my body and I whimpered as his tongue began to probe. His saliva coated
the small ring and lubricated it so that his tongue could press inside.

I
screamed my pleasure into the dim room, gripping the footboard so that my
knuckles turned white. His tongue danced, swirled and probed, sliding back and
forth within me, building me back up to orgasm again. Then he added a finger,
and I came apart.

My
arms gave out, and my body crashed to the mattress. I had no strength to block
the footboard from hitting my face as I went down. Luckily, Jake caught me
before I gave myself a big bruise on the cheek.

He
didn’t cuddle me. I was dimly aware of him reaching for something to the side
of his bed and a few seconds later I realized it was a bottle of lube. Sweat
dotted my forehead and upper lip. He mumbled something about not lasting long
as he positioned his slick cock in the crevice of my ass. I braced myself,
waiting for him to take me, to claim me like no other man had. And then he
pressed inside me, slowly, stretching me to my limits.