Rock Hard (Sinners on Tour 2)
Page 20He smiled and leaned back. “Are you finished dancing?”
She glanced down at him. “Uh, sorry. No, not yet. Do you want to wear a condom?”
She was giving him an option? “Are you still on the pill?”
“Yeah. Have you been safe?”
“Always. You?”
“Yes.”
“Then, no, I don’t want to wear one.”
She grinned. “Good.”
She trusted him? She had every reason to—he’d never lie about something that important—but did her trust mean that she… Even though she said that she hated him, maybe she still…cared about him. Oh God, please, let that be what her trust meant.
Sed released his hold on Jessica and she struggled to regain her balance. She turned her back on him again, returning to her lap dance, but this time, instead of her rough jeans, her slick, warm slit rubbed against his dick. She reached between her thighs and directed the head of his c**k inside her.
Just the head.
“Ahh,” he gasped, fighting the urge to thrust up into her. She wasn’t done teasing him yet, and he was very much enjoying her attempts to drive him entirely insane. It had been so long since he’d had any sexual contact without a condom, he forgot how good a woman felt without one. And it was Jessica’s warm flesh teasing him. Jessica.
She continued to rub up against him, sometimes he dipped a scant inch inside her moist heat, sometimes she squeezed his punished shaft between the cheeks of her ass, but she never took him deep inside. Never gave him what he craved.
The CD ended with a click. She climbed from his lap and turned to face him. Straddling his hips, she leaned close, her breath tickling his ear. Her hair brushed his chest and his flesh quivered in delight.
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Do you want me, Sed?”
“God, yes.”
“Only me? No one else?”
“Yes, only you.” Did anyone else exist?
She grabbed his chin roughly and stared into his eyes. “I still hate you.”
His chest constricted. Hope withered. “I know,” he panted, pressure building behind his eyes as he fought his stupid emotions.
“And knowing that, you still want me?”
He nodded. God help him. “Yes, I still want you.”
She smiled coldly and he wondered where his sweet, tender Jessica had gone. “Then fill me, Sed. Take what you want.”
He groaned in torment. He grabbed his dick and rubbed at her clit with his free hand as he guided himself into her little piece of heaven. Oh, she was wet. Slick. Hot. His head fell back against the back of the sofa as she sank down, taking him deep at last. Submerging him within her.
“Jessica,” he gasped. “Ah God, you feel so good.”
“Touch the dancer as much as you want now.”
“Best pole dance I’ve ever had,” he whispered.
She looked down at him. “That was a lap dance, silly.”
“Feels like you’re dancing up and down my pole to me.”
She laughed. “It’s a two-fer.”
He trailed his fingers up her spine lightly and she shuddered. “You’re so beautiful.” I love you with everything that I am. But he couldn’t tell her that. She hated him. Hated him, but still f**ked him like no one else could. This would be enough.
For now.
Maybe someday she’d let him touch her heart again. He ran two fingers down her breastbone. In here. Her heart thudded against his fingertips, reminding him that she was here. In the flesh. This wasn’t a dream. His woman. His heart. Was back. He’d never let her go again.
She squeezed him within her body and his breath caught. Thoughts scattered.
She lowered her head and kissed him deeply as she continued to rise and fall. As her excitement built, she began to vocalize her pleasure into his mouth. A spasm gripped her body as an orgasm caught her. She pulled her mouth from his and cried out, her head tilting back in ecstasy.
Faster now as she sought a second release. Still multi-orgasmic. Still perfect. Still the only woman who could satisfy him.
He watched her, loving how she knew exactly how to get off on him. He could just lean back and enjoy it. Let her take him to heights he never experienced with any other woman. Sed shifted his hips slightly so her clit ground against his pubic bone with each downward thrust.
“Yeah, Sed,” she whispered, gyrating her hips as she rode him now, grinding herself against him.
She moved faster. Faster. Her body convulsed, and she shuddered against him. “Sed, oh God. Sed!”
She tightened her vaginal muscles around him again. She knew exactly how to bring him quickly to his peak. But he didn’t want it to end. Not yet. Not yet, Jessica. Make it last.
She squeezed him tighter.
He groaned. Okay, yes, now. “Jess. Jess? I can’t hold back if you do that.”
She kissed his neck, her nose brushing against his ear. “Come with me, baby. I’m getting close again. Look at me. You’ll know when.”
He lifted his head and opened his eyes. The added stimulation of watching her face drove him closer to the edge. It really was Jessica. He wasn’t imagining her. She was here. And he was inside her. Inside her. Inside.
She stared into his eyes as she continued to ride him.
She bit her lip, her breath hitching. Her fingers, resting on his shoulders, curled painfully into his flesh. Her head tilted back as she moved faster. Faster. Squeezing him inside. Grinding against him. Squeezing.
Ah God, he couldn’t hold on any longer. The urgency had built beyond his limit.
Hurry, Jessica, hurry.
Her cries grew louder and higher pitched as she worked them both to release. Squeezing him inside, squeezing, relaxing. Squeezing, squeezing.
He had to come. Can’t… Can’t hold back. Jess. Jess.
She stopped moving as her hips buckled. “Now, Sed. Now.”
He lifted his hips from the sofa, driving into her, and let go. Exploded. Deep spasms gripped the base of his cock. His seed spurted into her body. And she took it. Took his cum. Inside her. Ah God, he was inside her. Part of her.