vital and whole. He needed this escape, this heated rush of blood through his veins to remind himself that he was still among the living, that there was still pleasure to be found in this sometimes dark world. And before this night was over, he intended to find lots of it. He hadn’t walked into Scotty’s looking for sex, but he’d found it in this red-hot cowgirl. And as she won the battle with his belt and went to work on his fly, he thanked Jessica Beane and her sinful cherries. A one-night stand was exactly what the doctor ordered.
With increased fury, she unfastened the buttons on his 501’s while their mouths licked and sucked.
Wondering why the rush, he came up for breath. “You in a hurry to get somewhere?”
“Yeah. In your pants.”
He kissed a path to her ear. “I mean after that.” Grasping her left hand, he jiggled her ring finger. “You don’t need to get home to someone, do you?”
He could sense the roll of her eyes in her voice. “No ring. No husband.” Then she huffed and added, “No boyfriend, no partner, no significant other. Not even a crush on a movie star.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I’d like to keep you for a while.” Tasting the base of her neck, he slipped a hand up under her black, sleeveless T-shirt and grabbed hold of a breast covered in something silky. A hard nipple topped the mound, and when he brushed his thumb over the smooth nub, her soft moan vibrated against his lips.
“This is nice,” he said, sliding his spare hand up her shirt to toy with the other mound. He circled his palms over her nipples where they tickled his skin and sent sparks through his veins.
Her hands tugged at his jeans, the brush of her fingers against his length hardening an already threatening erection. He’d gone too long without the taste of a woman, erroneously thinking that a quick jerk-off in the shower could replace this feeling of flesh against flesh. Her mere touch was enough to send him careening toward the edge. So when she released his goods and took his hard, naked shaft in her hand, he quickly grabbed her forearms and pulled away.
“Babe, I wasn’t joking. You’re playing with a man overdue.” Guiding her hands around his waist instead, he trailed his tongue against her earlobe. “I’d like this evening to last a while.”
She responded by sliding to her knees. “Then we should take the edge off.”
Every nerve in his body went on alert when those soft, wet lips touched his cock and cloaked him in slick warmth. The blood in his brain rushed south, stiffening his shaft until it throbbed.
“Babe, don’t,” he attempted, trying to pull from her mouth, when she relented, grabbing his ass and running her smooth tongue all the way from tip to base.
“Relax and go with it,” she urged, but the anxious beauty didn’t know what she was dealing with. She probably thought she’d come home with a regular guy. Someone who had real, live sex on a regular basis and who could shoot his wad and bounce back sometime before dawn for a few more rounds.
And on another day he would have been that man.
But he’d had too many sleepless nights, and the sensations boiling through him had been too long coming. He was overheating, the climax threatening to hit with such force he’d be spent for sure.
He may have lost most everything in his life, but he still had his pride.
She grabbed his balls and licked, and now he really did try to pull away. Until she opened wide and took him in fully.
Weeks of stress and tension slipped from his neck and shoulders, spilling down his back and sliding over his legs until his knees went weak and he had to brace himself against the wall. He cursed. Her wicked, hardheaded intent that had intrigued him in the bar was about to do him in right here. And as she clasped his hips and began motioning him to thrust his cock inside her, he lost the will to fight.
For the moment he simply obeyed, her moans of pleasure filling his ears and draining his mind of everything but the slick, tight feel of her tongue caressing his shaft. And as he let his body take over, pumping in and out while her fingers toyed with his ass, her groans played like music in the quiet of his room.
Electricity rushed through him, curling his fingers against the smooth, plastered wall, sounding a hum in his chest that erupted in one last warning.
“Jessica, I mean it. This is—” But a sharp stab of sensation sped up from his cock, trapping the words in his throat.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured before taking him in deep, apparently recognizing the signals that he was about to burst.
The waves kept sweeping through him, each one heavier than the last, and quickly his consciousness drained of everything but the feel of that mouth sucking hard on his flesh. His body lurched, his sight fading to black, his ears numbing to silence as the swirling cyclone of sensation began at the base of his spine and moved slowly toward the apex.
He leaned closer, his elbows scraping against the wall as he widened his stance in an attempt to brace himself for the crash, but before he could get a grip, she pressed a finger to the sensitive spot behind his balls and everything in him exploded.
“Oh, sh—” he cried out, bucking and jerking against her. His cock began to slip from her lips and she latched on, holding him in, dragging that tongue across his length and spreading white heat through every cell in his body.
He came hard, then came again, the waves ripping through him in a constant barrage of swell and release. For what seemed like an eternity he simply gave in to the motion, his flesh and her will taking over, holding him captive and sending him to places unknown. He didn’t know how long it went on before the light slowly returned and her sweet sound of satisfaction filled his ears.
She was still on her knees, her tongue still caressing his shaft when he’d finally regained the motor skills to push from the wall and stand erect.
And then mortification swept through him. He hadn’t had the woman in his bedroom for more than ten minutes before he’d humped her like a dog in heat and came in her mouth. What the hell was wrong with him?
Taking quick hold of her arms, he helped her to her feet, those sexy brown eyes expressing nothing but hot, ripe desire. Still, he opened his mouth to utter a lame apology, not knowing what to say or where to start. But before he could try, she whipped her black T-shirt over her head exposing two beautiful, round breasts covered in green silk and lace.
He stood dumbfounded as she wiggled out of her skirt, leaving her clad only in a matching thong and two sharp black stilettos.
A circle of moisture darkened the spot between her legs, underscoring her remark, “That was ridiculously hot.”
It was an understatement.
She stepped from the pooled skirt at her feet and moved toward him, slow and deliberate, stopping for a moment to slide a finger between her legs then touch it to her lips. “Yes,” she said. “That definitely got me going.”
He swallowed.
When she reached him, she trailed the wet finger over his mouth as she stood close and eyed his lips intently. “Want a taste?”
Now her sweet honey scent was laced with sweat and sex, and as she rubbed her body against his, all the spots he’d feared might sleep for
