Jessica dunked a jumbo shrimp in cocktail sauce and then lifted it to Sed's open mouth. He bit into it and she dropped the tail on a small plate.
"How's that?" she murmured.
He chewed and swallowed before he said, "Spicy. What is that? Horseradish?"
She kissed him, touching her tongue to his. She drew away and stared into his sky blue eyes. "I think you're right. Horseradish."
They were way underdressed for this restaurant at the Venetian hotel, but the hostess had recognized Sed and, at his request, seated them in a semi-circular booth in the far corner. As it was mid-afternoon, the place was mostly deserted and the olive-green leather backs of the booths were high to offer plenty of privacy. Both facts would serve Jessica's purposes perfectly. She hoped to take Sed's mind off things for a while.
Jessica slid her left hand beneath the white table cloth and then the cloth napkin on Sed's lap. He stiffened when her fingers brushed against his crotch. His cock stirred beneath her fingertips.
"Jess…"
She reached for another shrimp, bit off the tip and offered the second half to him. He separated the succulent meat from the inedible tail with his teeth. Her hand slid over the smooth leather covering his thigh.
He squirmed. "Do you want to go back to the room?"
She unbuttoned his pants and slowly released his zipper. "Not at all. Do you?"
She carefully tugged his cock from his open fly, making sure to keep the large cloth napkin in place.
Sed sucked a breath between his teeth. "Kinda," he said, two octaves higher than his usual baritone pitch.
She rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock, loving how the shaft responded by twitching and thickening in her hand.
"You sure? We can have a little fun right here."
"It drives me crazy when you're naughty," he growled in her ear.
Jessica was all about driving him crazy.
Their waitress appeared, smiling brightly. "How's the shrimp?"
Sed jumped as if she'd shot him. "Good. Really good. Excellent. Yeah, excellent. I like it. It's delicious."
The waitress grinned at his over-enthusiasm and lifted a bottle of house wine in their direction. "Would you like more wine?"
Jessica stroked the silky skin of Sed's cock with her fingertips and lifted her glass with her free hand. "I'd like some more."
"Yes, more please," Sed murmured.
Their waitress refilled their glasses. "Your entrees should be ready soon."
Jessica took a sip of her wine and squeezed Sed's cock beneath the table.
"Take your time," Sed squeaked at the waitress. "We aren't in any hurry."
The young woman smiled and left them to their own devices.
Sed reached for his wine, almost knocking it over in his haste to grab it. He chugged it in three swallows.
Jessica glanced around to make sure no one was watching and then knocked the napkin off Sed's lap.
"Whoops. Let me get that for you."
She ducked under the table, hiding beneath the white table cloth. She picked up the napkin with her right hand and, at the same time, directed Sed's thick cock into her mouth with her left. She slurped him deep into the back of her throat. The china rattled as Sed grabbed the edge of the table. She pulled back, sucking hard, and bumped her head on the underside of the table. Her tongue danced over the head of his cock, stroking and teasing until Sed groaned in torment. She drew him into her throat, knowing he liked hard suction up and down his length, and she gave it to him. Repeatedly. The china rattled above her again. His feet slid across the floor as his excitement intensified and his body motions became involuntary. She sucked him faster, harder, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat. His hand burrowed into her hair and he held her down on his shaft. He gasped brokenly as he let go. His fluids pulsed into the back of her throat. She swallowed, sucked more of his salty offering into her mouth, and swallowed again. When she released his cock from her mouth, she blew a cool breath over his wet flesh and then covered his crotch with his napkin again. Jessica reappeared above the table and looked up at him for his reaction.
Sed had gone entirely still. She didn't think he was even breathing. Jessica nonchalantly tucked her hair behind her ears with both hands and selected another shrimp. Before Sed managed to draw a deep breath, she'd already eaten two of the tender crustaceans.
Sed released his breath in a huff. "I can't believe you did that."
She winked at him. "Yes, you can."
He tugged her closer to him in the booth, his arm around her shoulders. He nibbled on her ear. Goose bumps rose on her neck.
"You fuckin' rock, baby," he murmured.
"You rock at fuckin', baby."
He chuckled and his hand slid up her thigh beneath her skirt. She stiffened.
"Your nipples are hard," he murmured in her ear. And he would know. His gaze was trained down at her chest. "Does it excite you to be naughty in public?"
Hell yeah, it did, but she said, "The air conditioning is a little chilly."
"I could warm you up. Suck on them," he said, his eyes still trained on her beaded nipples. His hand slid further under her skirt. "And lick you." His fingers brushed over her mound. "Here." Well, that would definitely warm her up, but she doubted it would turn down her high beams.
Her flesh swelled against his fingertips, craving more than a cursory caress. His breathless words turned her on as much as his touch did. "Later," she promised. "It's still your turn."
Her hand snuck beneath his napkin again. When she touched his bare skin, his breath caught, his body convulsed. She began to stroke him, rubbing his softening cock from base to tip with a slow, gentle touch, wanting him hard again so she could give him more pleasure. Sed's fingers teased the curls between her legs, seeking bare skin. Before he could find any, their waitress appeared carrying their meal and a little stand, which she popped open to hold the tray while she served them. Sed pulled his hand from beneath Jessica's skirt and clung to the edge of the table, blushing with guilt. Jessica continued to stroke him beneath his napkin, careful to move only her wrist so the waitress didn't figure out what she was doing beneath the table. Something about the woman being there obviously excited Sed. His cock swelled rapidly in Jessica's hand.
The clueless waitress set Jessica's plate of porcini mushroom tortelloni before her. Sed held his hands out while the young woman served his plate of lasagna.
"Looks delicious," he said breathlessly.
The waitress offered him a timid smile. "Do you need anything else?"
"I'm good." Sed glanced at Jessica.
She smiled and nodded, still stroking his cock with the same slow, gentle touch.
"Yell if you need anything."
"Will do."
Jessica picked up her fork and took a bite of pasta. The exotic, earthy flavors bathed her taste buds and her eyes drifted closed in bliss. "Oh God, this is delicious." She took another bite and another.
Sed hadn't moved since their waitress had left. Jessica glanced at him and found him lost in ecstasy, but it had nothing to do with the magnificent-smelling yet untouched lasagna on his plate. His eyes were closed, lips parted, breath hitching in time with her continued slow strokes beneath the table. She shifted her hand to massage the head of his cock, rubbing and gently twisting his most sensitive flesh. Sed shuddered and emitted a low growl of torment. He used to be a lot harder to seduce. He wasn't even trying to resist her attention. He'd submitted to her power, given her complete control, and she had to admit, she liked having him at her mercy.
"Did you change your mind about the lasagna?" she asked, rubbing the slick bead of pre-cum over the skin of his cockhead with her thumb. She speared a mushroom with her fork and held it in his direction. "Want some of mine, instead? It's magnificent."
"That feels so good," he whispered breathlessly.
She leaned close to whisper in his ear. "Do you wanna come again? I'll take you there. Would you like that? To spurt your cum in my hand and watch me lick it off in front of everyone." Just talking about it had her juices dripping from her swollen, achy, hopelessly empty pussy.
He shook his head slightly. "Inside you. I wanna come inside you this time."
That was her preference too, but there was no way they could do that here discreetly. She should let him calm down for now and they could pick this up somewhere more private after they finished eating.
But playing with him was so much fun. She stroked him faster and kept a sharp look out for any spectators. If anyone saw the look on his face, there'd be no question of what was going on under the table. She could only imagine his expression when he'd let go in her mouth just ten minutes ago. Sed tugged her closer, plastering her body against the length of his side. His open mouth moved desperately against her throat as he tried to stifle his excited gasps against her sensitive flesh.
Those low rumbling sounds he made… Dear God, she was hot for him now. Maybe she could slip onto his lap, bury his cock deep inside her body, and no one would notice her riding him like a bucking bronco at the dinner table.
"Oh God, if you keep that up, I'm gonna come again." He grabbed her hand to hold it still. "You have to stop. This isn't fair to you." Sed sat there for a long moment collecting his breath, his rough beard stubble scratching her shoulder, his soft lips sucking gentle kisses in one tender spot on her throat as he forced himself to calm down.
"Okay," he whispered. "Okay. I think I can wait a while now."
"I don't think I can," she said and rubbed his softening cock from base to tip.
He sucked a breath through his teeth. "Please, don't. I won't be able to control myself if you get me all worked up again."
That had been controlled? What would he do if he was out of control? "Promise?"
He pulled her hand from his cock, lifted it above the table, and kissed her knuckles tenderly. "I want to do highly illegal things to you, right here, right now," he said in a sexy growl. Her nipples tingled in response. "Don't tempt me beyond reason, woman."
She could do nothing but stare at him, her heart beating erratically in her chest.
He released her hand and refastened his pants before shifting several inches away from her. He tackled his lasagna with his usual beastly flair. "You better not sit there and pick at your food for an hour," he said, taking another large bite. "We've got places to go, things to see…" He leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Your body to tease."
Jessica had never been hungrier in her life. But it wasn't food she craved. She pushed her plate aside and nudged Sed out of the booth.
While Jessica was more than ready to head for the nearest bed and get right down to business, Sed seemed to think she needed additional public foreplay. He led her to the entrance to the gondola ride that ran through the Venetian Hotel's shopping center.
He drew her wrist to his lips and placed a tender kiss over her pulse point. "It will be romantic."
Who could say no to a big, tough guy trying to be romantic? Not her.
Nestled along his side in the flat-bottomed boat, she wasn't sure which turned her on more, his deep rich voice as he sang in feigned Italian with their gondolier, or the things he was doing to her clit beneath the coat he'd spread over her lap. There was one thing she was sure about. Sed knew how to work her into an insatiable frenzy no matter where they were. She just wanted to get off the boat and get on the man.
Apparently, she wasn't the only one who'd been seduced by his serenade. The instant they stepped through the ride's exit, a gaggle of psycho fan chicks descended upon him. "Oh Sed this ," and "oh Sed that ." Jessica found herself nudged to the outskirts of the crowd while twittering females demanded autographs and photos. They had their hands all over him. All over him. He didn't try to stop them.
Fuming, Jessica followed the crowd—what choice did she have?—taking note of every foreign finger that touched him. Sed talked and laughed with the women as he eased his way toward the nearest exit, signing autographs without missing a step, pausing in mid-stride with a smile for a picture before continuing onward, as if this was as natural to him as breathing. His fangirls swarmed around him like an army of ants who'd discovered someone's discarded candy. Only he wasn't discarded candy. He was Jessica's candy and she wasn't ready to discard him. Yet.
By the time they reached the nearest taxi at the curb, and Sed managed to weasel himself into the backseat beside Jessica without the accompaniment of fans, she was downright pissed.
"Where to?" the cab driver asked.
"We should probably go back to the tour bus and get a change of clothes," he said to Jessica. "Take a shower."
"Whatever."
Sed's brow furrowed with confusion. "Are you pissed off about something?"
"Oh no. I like to be completely ignored while you're fondled by dozens of women."
He had the audacity to grin at her. With both dimples showing. The jerk!
"Where to?" the cab driver repeated.
"Mandalay Bay. There are a couple of black and gray tour buses parked behind the events center. Drop us off there."
Jessica crossed her arms over her chest. Maybe she didn't want to go back to the tour bus. Did he ever consider that?
"I wasn't ignoring you, baby," Sed said. "I could never ignore you."
"Well, you sure as hell weren't ignoring all those touchy-feely women."
He chuckled. "Dear God, Jess, you're actually jealous."
"Am not!"
He grabbed her and had her sprawled beneath him in the backseat within seconds. He kissed her, feasting on her mouth and stealing her senses. When he squeezed her breast, she slugged him in the shoulder. He pulled away to gaze down at her.
She glared up at him. "Do you always have to be such a beast?"
One dimple appeared as he grinned at her crookedly. "When you're pissed and jealous? Yes, I have to be a beast."
"Get off me."
"You wanna be on top?" He shifted her again and she found herself straddling his lap. His hands slipped beneath her skirt to stroke the bare skin of her ass. "Fine by me."
"That's not what I meant."
His mouth descended on the side of her neck. Her fingers pressed into his scalp, meaning to push him away, but he suckled that perfect spot just beneath her jaw, so she drew him closer instead. God, why couldn't her stupid body stop responding to him? It was downright annoying at times. She should be very upset with him for being so irresistible to his stupid fangirls.
The sudden lurch of her body brought her back to her senses. Well, sorta.
Sed stopped sucking and glanced out the cab window. "We're here."
Sed paid the cab driver and hauled his large frame from the backseat, dragging Jessica along with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her to the bus. She knew she was supposed to be mad at him about something, but kissing him as he struggled to climb the bus stairs without dropping her was much more enjoyable. She wanted this. Wanted him.
He set her on her feet near the curtained bunks and tugged his lips away from hers. Drunk with desire, she watched him remove his clothes. Her gaze drifted over his naked flesh. Shoulders broad. Hips narrow. Cock hard. Muscles bulging in all the right places. A shiver of delight snaked up her spine. When her eyes finally settled on his face, he grinned at her. "Like what you see?"
"No." She choked on her own lie.
Forcing her attention from his distracting body, her gaze landed on the dining table and the laptop sitting there beneath the stack of work she was supposed to be doing for Myrna. Jessica hadn't thought about it once since she'd succumbed to Sed's lovemaking the night before. She almost felt guilty. Almost. "Now that we're here, I should get some work done." She looked at him for his reaction.
Sed shrugged and then turned to enter the bathroom. Alone.
What?
She didn't really want to work right now. She wanted him to be as distracted by her as he was by him. Jessica followed him, completely under his spell.
Sed stood at the sink, lathering his face with shaving cream. She watched the play of muscles beneath the skin of his back and shoulders as he moved. Did the man have any idea how sexy he was? Yeah, probably. As he drew his razor up under his chin, Jessica moved to stand behind him. She ran a single finger down his spine. His body tensed, but he gave no other indication that he knew she was there.
She pulled off her top and tossed it into the hallway, followed by her skirt. Naked, she moved closer, pressing her breasts against his back, and wrapped her hands around his body. She wasted no time getting right down to business. She took his cock in both hands and stroked him, rubbing her thumbs over the sensitive head until he was rock hard. He had paused in his shaving routine while she'd been stroking him, but when she moved away and stepped into the shower, he continued drawing the razor over his skin. He rinsed his razor in the sink, tapped off the residue, and moved to the next section.
Why was he ignoring her now? Damn him for getting her all worked up and then playing it so cool. She could play it cool, too. She turned on the shower and wet her hair. By the time she'd finished washing it, she expected him to have joined her. With her arms suspended over her head, he had to be checking out her exposed body—the way her breasts moved and the water followed her contours. So why was she still showering alone? She glanced outside the shower door and found him clean-shaven, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He was watching her. His massive cock stood at full attention in front of him, hard as granite, yet ignored. At least by him.
"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked.
"Do you want me to?"
"Don't you think you've kept me waiting long enough?"
He stepped into the shower with her. "I'm not sure. You haven't jumped me yet."
"Is that what you're waiting for?"
"Maybe."
She moved against him, pressing her breasts into his chest, running her hands over his firm ass. "Maybe I was waiting for the same thing."
"Seems we've reached a stalemate."
"There's nothing stale about our mating."
Sed chuckled and pressed her up against the wall. He slid her back up the slick surface until she was at hip level. His cock brushed against her thigh.
He shifted his hips, seeking entrance into her body. God, she couldn't stand it. She'd waited far too long as it was. She reached between her thighs and directed him home. He slipped inside, possessing her completely with his glorious thickness. He let her slide down the wall a couple of inches to drive his huge cock unbearably deep. Yes. Finally. She gasped in delight and rocked her hips slightly to take him deeper still. Oh Sed. Make that ache go away.
His hands shifted to her hips to hold her steady as he started to withdraw slowly from her body. He rubbed his open mouth against her throat and murmured three syllables against her throat that she couldn't make out.
"What?"
He thrust up into her. Withdrew again.
"Nothing," he whispered.
Sed turned off the water and pulled out of her body. She groaned in protest.
He wrapped her in a towel and lifted her into his arms.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Nothing but missionary position," he said. "I'm a man of my word."
She laughed.
"And I shaved for you."
She freed her hand from the towel to stroke his smooth cheek. "I appreciate that."
"You're really going to appreciate it in a minute." He wriggled his tongue at her and carried her to the bedroom.
Sed opened the door and stopped short, almost dropping her. They weren't alone on the tour bus. From beside the bed, Jace glanced over his shoulder at them, his tight sculpted bod and perfect little ass in plain view. When he turned, Jessica tried to ignore his massive cock, but, well… good Lord, he put Sed to shame. Embarrassed, Jessica shifted her gaze to the woman kneeling in the center of the bed only to be even more embarrassed. Aggie was bound by her wrists to the ceiling—blindfolded and delirious with pleasure.
***
"Sorry," Sed mouthed to Jace, who displayed a confidence Sed had never recognized in him before. It must've had something to do with bringing his dominatrix to the pinnacle of pleasure and keeping her there. The woman was writhing in ecstasy, her curvaceous body begging for release. Jace slipped something into Aggie's mouth and waved Sed away impatiently. Sed closed the door quietly.
So the bedroom was out, but he wasn't anywhere close to being done with Jessica.
Her jealousy over his groupies, who he had never given a rat's ass about, had him all worked up. Maybe Jessica didn't love him. Yet. But he affected more than her body. He knew he did. And he wasn't about to alleviate his pressure on her now. Not when she was this close to giving in to her feelings. Even if he did have to garble the expression of his love by saying it against her throat.
He carried her to his bunk. Twin-sized and enclosed on all sides but the slot that faced the corridor, it wasn't conducive to their typical acrobatic love making sessions, but it could accommodate missionary position. And if he laid her body at an angle and knelt on the floor beside the bed…
He slid her beautiful body into the bunk, her head lodged near the far corner, and spread her legs to gain access to her intoxicating scent. Her taste. He kissed her there at the apex of her thighs, his lips suckling, tongue dancing over slick flesh, drawing her sweet fluids into his mouth.
She whimpered in torment, her back arching. His mouth moved to her clit. He drew the hard nub between his lips, flicking it with his tongue until she cried out.
"Don't tease me anymore, Sed," she pleaded, pulling on his ears as he moved to drive his tongue into her pussy. "Oh."
He swirled his tongue inside her, pressed deep, withdrew, and returned his attention to her clit.
"Ungh, you're driving me insane," she panted.
He sucked her clit until her body tensed with impending orgasm and then shifted his attention to her slippery pussy again. She growled with frustration. He pressed two fingers against her clit while he sucked at her swollen lips. She rocked against his fingers, seeking release. When a spasm gripped her, he moved away, holding her hips steady with both hands as he kissed a trail up her flat belly.
"No, don't stop. I didn't come yet." She pressed her hands against her eyes and shook her head desperately. "Close. So close."
He was well aware of that. He wanted to be inside her when she found release. But first, more teasing. He moved his hands up her sides, his lips to her breast. She clung to his scalp, her back arched, her taut nipple eagerly offered to his exploring mouth.
"Oh God, put it in, Sed. Now. Please. I can't stand it."
He grinned and worked his way up her body, partially joining her on the bed. One foot still on the floor, his hips settled between her thighs, his mouth suckled on her throat, his hands clung to her shoulders. When her fingers trailed down his back, his entire body stiffened. He wanted to tease her more, but he couldn't maintain his intent if she kept that up. Her nails dug into his back and she squirmed to spread her thighs further, inviting him inside. He accepted her invitation, pressing the head of his cock into her slick opening.
"Yes," she gasped.
No. Not yet. He pulled out and kissed a trail down her body again. She sucked a deep breath between her teeth. He needed more of her taste first. He slid from the bed on his knees and buried his face between her thighs. He sucked and licked at her fluids, which were flowing freely in her excitement. Feeding him. Fueling him. She squirmed and panted, her hips writhing involuntarily as her pleasure built.
When her vocalizations became desperate, he moved his lips to the inside of her thigh. She groaned in frustration, dove off the bed, and tackled him flat on his back. She straddled his belly and he let her pin his arms to the floor on either side of his head. They both knew he could out-muscle her any day, but he liked that she was hot enough for him to try to strong arm him. He'd been trying to get her to this point all afternoon.
"You've been charged with attempted murder," she said.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I have?"
"Yes, if you don't stop teasing me, I'm going to die."
He chuckled at the serious expression on her face. "Are you working in my defense? I can show you my evidence." He nodded his head toward his throbbing erection.
She snorted and bit her lip to stop her laughter. She then put on her best courtroom face and shook her head. "I'm the prosecution. I've already examined your evidence. I found it unconvincing."
"Aren't I innocent until proven guilty?"
"You're talking to the victim. Also the judge. And the jury. I find you guilty, Sedric Lionheart." She slid down his body until his evidence pressed against the heat between her thighs.
"Have you determined my punishment, your honor?"
"An eye for an eye, Lionheart."
"I can take any punishment you dish out, Chase."
She grinned, one eyebrow cocked in challenge. "Oh really?"
"Try me."
He probably shouldn't have baited her. She knew every spot on his body that could work him into a frenzy, and she didn't hold back anything. She went straight for that ticklish spot at the base of his ribs, her fingers digging into his flesh. Instantly, she had him writhing around on the floor and laughing.
"No fair," he protested breathlessly.
Still tickling him without mercy, she leaned forward and clamped her mouth on that sensitive spot just under his left ear. A thrill of excitement grabbed him by the balls and he groaned. She sucked a trail down his neck and then sat upright.
"I think I need to reexamine the evidence," she said.
She shifted back and sank down on his shaft, taking him deep inside her body.
"Oh yes, this is some hard evidence you have here."
He might have gloated about winning, if it hadn't felt so amazing to be buried in her velvety heat at last. She rode him slowly, grinding her body against his, her fingers going still on his abdomen.
"I'm still not convinced," she purred.
Huh?
Jessica lifted upward until his cock fell free of her body. He gasped brokenly. Okay, he was starting to understand this attempted murder charge.
"Oh dear, I got the evidence all wet." She winked at him and slid down his body until her face was even with his wet evidence.
Her tongue darted out from between her lips as she lapped her fluids from his cock. He moved up on his elbows so he could see her, not sure why watching her clean her juices from his flesh was so fucking hot. Maybe it was those little sounds of pleasure she was making in the back of her throat. Or the tentative way her tongue danced over his flesh. Or knowing how good she tasted so she must surely be enjoying every drop.
"All dry now," she declared after way too much delectable torture.
"I think you should climb on and reexamine it."
"Don't be ridiculous. Then I'd have to dry it all over again. But I think I see some more evidence down here."
Her face disappeared between his legs and she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. His arms gave out on him and his head hit the floor with a thunk . "Oh God, Jess, don't do that." His protests fueled her retaliation. Her tongue worked against his flesh as she sucked gently. He couldn't stand it. If she didn't stop that, he was going to spurt cum all over his belly. His stomach clenched and pulled him up into partial sitting position. He reached between his legs and grabbed her hair.
"Stop, stop, okay, you win. I'll never tease you again."
She chuckled. "You're a liar."
"No, no, I mean it."
She sucked his other nut in her mouth.
"Jess!"
He was torn between needing her to stop and wanting her to continue. It felt so good. He squirmed, craving her attention elsewhere. His cock throbbed in protest. She eventually relieved him of her pleasurable torture and lifted her head.
He sighed in relief, gulping air to try to force his impending orgasm back.
"What are you sighing about? Your punishment is far from over."
Her lips clamped over the head of his cock. She sucked him hard, her tongue writhing against his sensitive flesh. His excitement built quickly. Her name escaped his lips. "Jessica." So close. So close to letting go. And then… she stopped.
Her mouth moved to his belly and she planted tender kisses around his navel.
"Ah God, don't stop now. Suck me off. Please."
"Eye for an eye," she murmured, working her way up his body with her lips.
Unable to stand her delicate touch any longer, he rolled her onto her back and plunged into her body.
She screamed. No wait, that wasn't her. That was coming from the bedroom. Aggie's cries of ecstasy carried through the door and echoed through the entire bus. "Ah God. Yes, finally. Thank you. Jace. Jace!"
Sed glanced down into Jessica's eyes, which were wide with astonishment.
"My God, what is he doing to her?" she whispered.
Sed grinned. "I don't know, but I take it she likes it."
"Do you think you can make me scream that loud?"
He rotated his hips and drove himself deeper. Her back arched and her breath erupted in a sexy little gasp.
"I won't stop until I do."
He pulled out and lifted her off the floor.
"What are you—"
He silenced her with a kiss and set her on the kitchen counter. He squatted between her legs, suckling her clit until she writhed against his face and clung to his scalp, mewing her pleasure in the back of her throat. Not exactly screaming. Yet.
He stood and entered her with one deep thrust. Her back arched and she banged her head on the cabinet. She didn't seem to notice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked forward to meet his thrusts. When she tightened her muscles around his cock, he shuddered in delight and forced himself to pull out. He didn't want her to concentrate on his pleasure, only hers.
She opened her eyes to look at him in question. "Why'd you stop?"
He didn't answer. Instead he found her clit with two fingers and rubbed her until her mouth dropped open and she squirmed against his hand. "Mmmmm," she murmured. He gently probed her opening with his cock again, and she slipped off the edge of the counter, her pussy engulfing him in slick heat. He carefully set her back on the counter, keeping his cock buried deep. His thrusts began slow and gentle. Her cries of excitement built as he gradually increased his tempo. Her head tilted back and she ground her mound against him to intensify her pleasure. He almost had her where he wanted her. Almost. She opened her eyes to look at him and clenched her pussy around him. He pulled out slowly until his cock fell free of her body.
"No," she gasped.
He crouched down to suck at her clit again, inhaling her intoxicating scent as he drove her closer to her magical place. Even after she cried out and her body shuddered in orgasm, he continued to rub his tongue over her sensitized flesh. Her vocalizations grew louder and louder as he worked her toward climax once again.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy?" she panted.
He lifted his head and grinned at her. "Just temporarily."
"A temporary insanity defense rarely flies in a courtroom," she murmured. Her beautiful face was flushed; her eyelids heavy with desire as she gazed down at him. He loved knowing he'd created that look, but she was entirely too coherent if she could still speak.
"I'm not trying to make you fly in a courtroom."
He carried her to the sofa, set her on its edge and knelt on the floor in front of her. She grabbed his cock and shoved it into her body, shuddering in ecstasy as he filled her. He looked down to where their bodies were joined, trying not to get too excited by the sight of her pussy ebbing and flowing each time he filled her and receded. Her frame of mind still wasn't where he wanted it to be, but she was close. He lifted her legs and rested her feet against his shoulders. Rising off his knees, he thrust down into her.
"Oh," she crooned and reached between her thighs to rub her clit. She rubbed herself and rubbed and rubbed until she came with a sputtering gasp. "Oh God, Sed. Fuck me!"
He grinned to himself. He had her now.
Jessica became a creature of greedy lust, straining against him to attain another orgasm and another, completely ignoring his needs.
"More. More. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop!"
"There's my girl," he murmured. "I wondered where she'd been hiding."
She shoved him off her with both feet. He fell back on the floor. For a second he thought she was angry, but she climbed on his lap in the middle of the bus aisle and took him deep inside with a cry of triumph. She rode him hard, her nails digging into his chest. She screamed in ecstasy, giving her sexual demon free rein as she sought orgasm after orgasm.
Now that she'd completely lost control, he gave himself permission to enjoy all she had to offer. She worked his cock with constricting vaginal muscles with each upward pull and each downward grind. On the verge of erupting, he called her name. He didn't want it to end yet. Not when he finally had her excited beyond reason.
He shuddered violently and lifted her off him by the hips. He tossed her on the sofa and settled his head between her thighs, sucking and licking her clit while he rammed his fingers into her. Two. And then three. The harder he shoved them into her body, the louder she screamed. She strained against him, her nails digging into his scalp as she cried out with yet another wave of release.
He kept her trembling until his own excitement abated and he crawled up her body, kissing her skin open-mouthed, his tongue dancing against her sweat-slick flesh. When they were face-to-face, he plunged into her again.
Her fingers moved to massage his back and she rotated her hips, immersing him in pleasure. He couldn't force himself to pull out this time. He was ready to join her in bliss.
"Jessica. Jessica. God, you feel like pure heaven."
Her entire body trembled with exhaustion, but still she continued to chant, "more, more, more," and he couldn't refuse.
He pulled out again and urged her into the stairwell of the bus. He pressed her back up against the door and slid between her legs. Her feet rested on the first step, while he stood on the bottom one.
He allowed his inner beast to emerge as he thrust savagely into her body. Although his strokes were entirely for his own pleasure, she apparently got off on him going primal. She bucked against him, clinging to his chest, his shoulders, his back, as if she couldn't get enough of his flesh in her hands. Her open mouth rubbed against his jaw, his chin, his throat as though she were trying to swallow him whole.
His orgasm within reach, he grabbed her wrists and crushed them into the door on either side of her head. She struggled against his hold, which fueled his need to dominate her. To fuck her harder. Harder. "This is mine," he growled into her ear. "Say it."
Harder. Harder. Oh God, he was going to come.
"Say it, Jessica. Say it."
Her word came out in a rush of air. "Y-yours."
"Yes. Mine. Don't you fuckin' ever forget it."
He rubbed his face against her throat as he let go, his entire body shuddering with release.
He backed out slightly and thrust forward again, still coming. Spurting his seed into her body. Flooding her insides with his fluids. Claiming her as his. His. "Ah God," he gasped. "Mine."
One more stroke was all he could take as he buried himself deep and collapsed against her, still shaking from the aftermath.
He released her wrists and she moved her hands to stroke his back. Her gentle touch kept him shuddering and twitching for several minutes.
He drew back to look at her. Maybe she'd said it because she was delirious with pleasure, but she'd said it. That she was his. He kissed her feverishly. Her lips, her face, her jaw, her neck and chest. He pressed his lips to every inch of her he could reach. She giggled at his enthusiasm.
"God, I've missed you." He touched her cheek tenderly, wanting to tell her he loved her, had never stopped, but he didn't think she was ready to hear that just yet.
She stared up at him, face flushed, eyes glassy. "You missed me… or my body?"
Before he could answer her, the bedroom door opened at the back of the bus.
"Is it safe to come out now?" Jace called from the end of the hall.