Impact (15 page)

Brady ran a hand over his face in his characteristic gesture. “Sure, bud. Sounds good.”

Conner waited outside for the cab to pull up. After a few minutes, he removed his hat, tapping it on his leg to the beat from an old George Strait song. He was starting to get antsy when he saw a yellow cab heading in his direction. He opened the door and slid in next to Jessica. “Hey, darlin’.” Giving her a chaste kiss and a squeeze of the knee, he then settled back for the rest of the ride. He had plans for her tonight.

The cab arrived at the hotel and after scurrying through the lobby they stepped into the elevator. Conner turned to Jessica and said, “Look, Jess, I know I’ve fucked up. I know I haven’t handled stuff right, but I do really like you.” He grabbed a lock of her curly hair and twisted it around his index finger, pulling it to his nose and inhaling her light, flowery shampoo. His eyes closed of their own volition. It fit her perfectly. When he opened them she was staring at him, her eyes shining. “Don’t, Jessie girl. Don’t cry. I’m not worth it.”

“I’m not crying.”

He smiled, releasing her hair to run his finger around the outside of her mouth before he passed it back and forth over her lower lip. “Good, because tonight is all about you. I’m gonna make you come so many times you’re gonna forget your own name, darlin’.” Her quick intake of breath warmed his digit, and he dragged her lip down before ducking his head to taste her mouth. Far too soon, the elevator dinged and they got out. He followed her to the room, and after she opened the door, he picked her up.

Squealing, she asked, “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.” Gently placing her in the center of the bed, he dropped his duffel beside him. “Do you have any body lotion?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Um, sure. In the bathroom. Why?”

He was already heading there as he answered. “You just stay there and relax. I’ll be back.” After grabbing a few towels and the lotion, he turned off all the lights save one across the room so he could see a little of what he was doing and how Jessica was reacting. When he approached the bed he noticed Jessica’s look of trepidation. “I’m not gonna do anything crazy. Sit up.”

He pulled her shirt over her head and then reached around and unclasped her bra. After disposing of that he placed quick kisses on both nipples before putting his hands on her shoulders and guiding her back down on the bed. He made quick work of her boots, socks, jeans and panties, pressing another quick kiss right above her mound. “That’s better. Now roll over.” She did and he picked up the lotion.

“Aren’t you going to undress?”

“Nope. I’m givin’ you a massage. I told you this night was for you.” He poured a generous amount on his hands and rubbed them together to warm the liquid before spreading it onto her shoulders.

Jessica groaned. “That feels incredible, Conner.”

He grinned. It was weird how doing even simple stuff like this made him feel so good. Like any other man, he loved having sex and all, but there was something alluring about taking care of a woman, making her feel all relaxed and gooey, that he really got into. “Tell me if I press too hard or not hard enough, ’k?”

She’d folded her arms and laid her head on them with her face sideways. “Okay…”

Continuing to knead the muscles of her shoulders, back and neck, he spoke to her softly, describing all the things he wanted to do after he finished the massage. He wanted Jessica to be tranquil but still needing to be satisfied. Moving down, he massaged her buttocks and then slowly progressed from her thighs to her calves, and finally to her feet. Taking each toe in his fingers, he lightly pulled until she was purring. Leaving her legs, he did each arm, giving her fingers the same treatment as her toes with similar results. Then he wiped off his hands and urged her to roll onto her back.

“Can I massage your breasts?” He knew some women were weird about having their breasts massaged so he wanted to make sure she felt comfortable.

She gave him a questioning look. “Um, sure. I mean, if you want to.”

“It’s not a matter of what I want, sugar. What do you want?” He’d taken up residence beside her shoulders and head, and he stared down at her, one side of his mouth kicking up in a grin he knew must look ridiculous, but this woman’s reactions just did him in.

“It would be interesting,” she conceded.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, go for it. If I don’t like it I’ll tell you to stop.”

“You do that.” Placing more lotion on his hands, he started at the outside of the nipple of her right breast, rubbing very gently in a clockwise motion with the pads of his fingers. He stopped often to reapply the lotion to his hands—he didn’t want to chafe her sensitive skin. Working outward, he applied a little more pressure. Jessica moaned and arched her back, leaning into his caress. “Shhh, baby, just let go.”

“I can’t, it feels so good…”

“Try,” he cajoled, and she collapsed onto the bed once more. Once he reached her breastbone, he moved to the other breast. Only after he’d done both breasts did he touch her nipples with the lightest of strokes. She groaned, reaching for him. “Baby, you’re killin’ me. Lie back,” he growled.

“But I want to touch you.”

“This is for you,” he reminded her.

“I know, but I like touching you.” She pouted and he laughed, swooping down to taste her lips when he couldn’t hold off any longer. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer, pushing her tongue into his mouth and sliding it sensuously along his. The movement reminded him of his cock inside her pussy and he delved deeper, further tangling his tongue with hers. But before he lost all control and took her like his dick was clamoring for him to do, he pushed up and away, dragging air into his oxygen-starved lungs.

“Man, one kiss and I want to fuck you into next week.”

“Then do it.”

“No!” he exclaimed, his eyes closing. Drawing on the strength he’d learned in becoming a Dom, he sat up farther. “Open your legs for me.” She immediately did and her feminine arousal assailed his nostrils. Swearing, he rose and strode to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back. Gotta wash my hands.” That task completed, he returned to her side. He figured he was about desperate enough to go through an entire pen of bulls to taste her right about then, but he still held himself in check.

He bent her legs at the knee and pushed her thighs farther apart. Reaching down to his duffel, he unzipped it, and after rooting around for a moment, found the lube. After spreading some on both hands, he began to massage her labia with a very light touch. “Do you like that?”

“That feels…amazing…” she replied. He looked up her body. Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed. Continuing to gently stroke her labia with one hand, he moved inward with the other. Finding her entrance, he rimmed it and moved inward just an inch before withdrawing. “You’re torturing me,” she wailed.

He chuckled. “Just wait.”

“For what? The next full moon?” He looked up and she was glaring at him, her teeth bared.

“Lie back, baby, and trust me.” Reaching with both thumbs, he pulled back the hood hiding her clit, and then gently slid his index finger over it. She came off the bed and he repeated the motion.

“Conner, I need—”

“I know what you need, sugar, and I’m gonna give it to you. Just trust me, please?”

She groaned and the tension in her body loosened by small measures as he continued to massage her slit. When she’d lain back down, he pulled back her hood again and swept around her clit in a slow circle, first one way and then the other. Leaving her clit immediately, he moved back to her labia and then to the entrance to her pussy, moving in and out the slightest bit. Gathering her nectar on his finger, he couldn’t resist bringing it to his tongue. His eyes rolled back in pleasure. He wanted this woman—wanted to lick her from top to bottom from now until they both fell unconscious, thoroughly exhausted. But his pleasure would wait. It was time for Jessica’s first orgasm.

Scooting down on his belly so his face was scant inches from her pink pussy, glistening with her juices and the lube he’d been using, he exposed her clit one last time and took it between his fingers, rolling it and pulling it the slightest bit like he knew she preferred. Soon she was gasping and crying out. “Conner, don’t stop, don’t
ever
stop.” Leaving one hand on her clit, he sank two fingers from the other into her pussy, finger-fucking her until her climax hit, sucking at his digits and forcing a moan from deep in her throat. The rhythmic contractions continued for long seconds as her body bowed and her legs bent, toes curling. Her hands scrabbled for purchase in the bed sheets as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. “I can’t take it,” she said, breathing hard.

“Yes, you can. Let it come, baby,” he urged her, feeling her pussy trying to pull his fingers farther into her channel. Finally she slackened around him and he looked up to see a fine sheen of sweat covering her generously curved body. Removing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. Grabbing a towel, he quickly ran it over his hands before climbing up to the head of the bed. “That’s one, darlin’.”

“How many are there going to be?” she asked, her eyes wide as she turned her head to look at him.

He gave her a wolfish grin. “As many as you can handle.”

“I need a drink.”

Her comment caught him off guard and he barked out a laugh. “You got any booze around here? Is that what you’re talking about or will water do?”

“I’d prefer booze, but water will do, I guess.” She made a show of looking around. “I don’t have any alcohol here. I don’t suppose you brought any?” Her hopeful look made him chuckle again.

“No, sugar, no booze. Just lube and condoms.”

“Water it is then.” She started to rise and he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll get it.”

“I could get used to treatment like this,” she told him, batting her eyelashes.

“It’s part of the package with me, sweetheart.”

She eyed his crotch. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable if you took off your clothes? Those jeans look awful tight.”

After handing her a glass of water, he leaned on the wall and watched her drink. “They are tight, but if I take them off I’m gonna be inside you before you know what hit you.”

“What if I want that?”

A sound he hardly recognized as human came from deep within his chest. “Don’t tempt me. If I started fuckin’ you now you’d be so sore tomorrow you wouldn’t be able to walk. Drink your water.”

“Big talker.”

He was on her almost before she’d finished speaking. Grabbing the glass and relocating it to the nightstand, he crawled over her. “Are you tryin’ to get a reaction out of me?” Reaching down, he nipped her ear and then sucked the junction of her shoulder and neck into his mouth, pulling at the skin until he was sure he’d left a mark. “Do you want me to fuck you that badly? Because I’ve only got so much control and your taunting is only making me hot around the collar.” Pulling back, he looked down at her. “What do you want, Jessie girl?” His breath sawed in and out of his lungs as he waited for her answer.

“You. I want you inside me. However you want to be inside me. Slow, fast, easy, hard, my pussy, my ass, my mouth—whatever you want.”

Dropping his head to rest on her chest, he swore. “I shouldn’t do this, I’ll hurt you—”

She grabbed his head and forced him to look at her. “I want it.” His eyes closed as he warred with himself. Conner knew he shouldn’t take her feeling like he did. He was afraid he’d pound her through the damn mattress. He felt her lips on his briefly before she pulled away. “I want it. I want you.”

Like a brittle twig facing a gale-force wind, his control snapped. With a roar he fused his mouth to hers, using the weight of his body to keep her pinned to the bed while he used his lips, teeth and tongue to ravage and plunder her depths. He pushed his thigh between hers, and she wrapped her heels around him. All rational thought was driven from his head as his remaining blood rushed to his groin. Pushing between her thighs, he pressed his cock into the juncture of her legs as he tore his lips from hers and raised up on his arms to look at her. Her lips were swollen from his ministrations, her cheeks and neck were flushed, and her eyes were starting to glaze over.

Rising from the bed, he began tearing at his clothes with little finesse, yanking his boots off and throwing them away carelessly before shucking his too-tight jeans and boxer briefs. His shirt flew off and landed who-knows-where and he was back on top of her before he’d even registered his own movement. Thrusting inside with one quick motion, he buried his cock balls-deep and let out a ragged groan, turning his face into her neck to muffle the sound. He pulled back and advanced again, marveling at how good her pussy felt contracting around his dick. Suddenly, he withdrew and sat up.

“Fuck!”

“What?” She sat up, her eyes wide.

“No condom. I was about to come inside you without a condom. I knew this wasn’t a good idea. Dammit!” Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he plopped his elbows on his knees and ground the heels of his palms into his eyes. “How could I have been so fuckin’ stupid? I haven’t had sex without a condom since…ever. I’ve
never
forgotten a condom.”

He felt her hands go around his neck but he didn’t want her reassurance. Knowing he could’ve made her pregnant because of his own inability to control his raging lust was a damn effective mood killer.