Jessica E. Subject BUNDLE (Intergalactic Heat) (20 page)

Shit, the only thing she wanted to eat sat right in front of her. Six foot, three inches of mocha goodness. So much for biding her time. She could no longer contain herself. The food would still be there when they finished.

Crawling onto his lap, she wrapped her legs around the back of the stool, her dress riding up her thighs. She ran her hands along the front of his jersey. It had to come off. She needed to feel all of him.

He grabbed her wrists, lifting her arms above her head. “We’re done eating, Paige.”

The hunger in his eyes, along with his tight hold on her wrists, sent waves of anticipation zinging straight to her pussy. Nodding, she ground her hips against him. She wanted him, in this position, now.

“Good, ’cause I don’t want to wait any longer. I’m not stopping until I’ve heard you scream my name several times.”

When he ran his hands down her arms, she whimpered.

His eyes grew wide. “Did I do something wrong?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s just….” God, how could she tell him what she wanted without turning him off? “It’s …I liked it when you held my wrists.”

Showing off his white teeth, Jared grinned. “So, Ms. Brown likes a little bondage, does she?”

Her stomach clenched, and she wished she could read his mind. Would he find her too kinky for him? “I don’t know. I’ve never tried before.”

He captured her mouth in an erotic kiss, tasting her lips, drinking her in, all the while holding her hands behind her back. His cock brushed her stomach, making the wait for him unbearable.

Jared broke away, leaving her gasping for air. “How did she know?”

“Who? Know what?” She didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.

“Mrs. Collins? Madame Eve? Whoever set us up. You see, I happen to enjoy having a woman handcuffed while I help her reach orgasm, over and over again. That is, if she’s willing.”

She creamed her panties right there on his lap. The thought of giving up total control to him sent flames of desire throughout her body. She would need to trust him. What was the worst that could happen?

He kissed her neck, his tongue grazing up to her earlobe. “Are you willing, Paige?”

“Yes.” Her clit throbbed for attention. How much longer would he make her wait?

Releasing her wrists, he unzipped her dress and yanked it over her head. She wore nothing save for her thong and stockings. Aware of his gaze over her body, she shivered. Goosebumps spread across her skin, and her nipples hardened, as she waited for his touch.

“You’re beautiful, Paige.” He drew his finger across her body, starting from the top of her thong, up past her navel, and in between her breasts. He circled her erect buds with his thumbs. “I’m going to enjoy teasing you until you’re begging me to let you come. Now, to find some restraints. I’ll have to improvise since I don’t have my cuffs with me.”

Her breath caught. She couldn’t respond, couldn’t think straight, her mind focused on Jared’s gentle touch.

He trailed his fingers down her sides and then her legs, slipping one under the edge of her thighs highs. “These will work perfectly.”

In one swift movement, he scooped her up and carried her across the room. She wrapped her hands around his neck, startled by the motion. He laughed. “Afraid I’m going to drop you?”

“No.” She loosened her grip. “You caught me by surprise.”

He nestled his face into her neck, licking and sucking her sensitive skin. And as fast as he’d picked her up, Jared set her down in the cushioned leather chair. With a deep breath, she braced for his next move. The wicked smile on his face sent warmth straight to her core. Was she ready for what he had planned?

Jared fingered the edges of her stockings before rolling both down her legs, his touch like fire on her skin. “Are you sure this is what you want?” Clasping her wrists to the arms of the chair, he drew his tongue along her inner thigh, straight toward her pussy.

“Yes,” she moaned, moisture flooding her already wet panties. “Oh God, yes.”

“Good.” He shifted her to the edge of the chair, touching his body.

Leaning forward, she met his mouth, moaning as his tongue played deliciously with hers. Skimming his hands away from her waist, he continued to feed the passion threatening to consume her from their kiss. And then the tightness around her wrists as Jared bound her to the chair. A new rush of excitement washed over her. She jerked back, struggling to breathe.

“You like being tied up, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. Even though she had submitted to him, she felt more alive than she ever had in her life.

“I can tell. You smell divine.” He grazed her neck with kisses, planting them all the way down her body, and then focusing on the swell of her breasts. Cupping one in each hand, he brushed his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. Pure delight. And pure torture at the same time. She couldn’t grab hold of him or strip him of the clothing he still wore. Not without breaking free of her restraints. And where was the fun in that?

“Now, if you want to stop, your safeword is…?”

“Chocolate,” she whispered. “I want to use chocolate.”

“Good. Are you ready, Paige?” The side of his mouth quirked in a sly grin.

She smiled back. “Not quite yet.”

The confidence left his face, and he raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Did I tie you too tight?”

Her heart swelled at his concern for her, something she’d always wanted from her lovers. She’d never found that quality in any men before Jared, their only interest themselves. Even her husband. She’d thought that worked for her, being independent, even as a married woman. Now, she had her ideal fantasy man in front of her, and she planned to enjoy him as long as they were together. “No, I’m fine. I just want you to take your clothes off.”

As quick as the jersey flew over his head, Jared’s moxie seemed to return. The rest of his clothes fell to the ground, revealing a chiseled body that would make statues jealous. His broad shoulders, highlighting large pectoral muscles, left her longing to lean against him, wrapped in his arms after making love.

She blinked the thought away. Today was about sex. Nothing more. When she left, she wouldn’t see Jared again. She had to keep her mind focused and enjoy every second they spent together.

She gazed farther down his body, finding her fantasy of what he hid behind the towel matched reality.

His thick cock stood rigid, like a giant chocolate ice pop, tempting her to take a taste. Yet she couldn’t move, couldn’t draw him any closer.

He knelt before her and spread her legs apart. “I’m going to have you, Paige.”

Leaning forward, he brought his lips to hers. His hungry kiss engulfed her, leaving her mind numb, and her body aware of even the slightest touch. A tingling sensation filled her from head to toe, and her pussy clenched as he ran his digits down her stomach then through her slick folds. She sighed into his mouth. But he didn’t let up, continuing his sweet invasion. Not until he thrust into her core did she draw back, gasping. It had been so long since any man had touched her, she’d forgotten how different it was from pleasure by her own devices.

“You’re so wet, exactly the way I want you.” He slipped a second finger inside, reaching up for her G-spot. And he found it, over and over again as he slipped in and out.

His thumb circled her clit as he leaned down to tug on her nipple with his mouth, intensifying her pleasure. She longed to reach out and grab him, to run her hands over his smooth head and down his back. With her wrists tied, she grasped the arms of the chair, so close to her release.

Jared removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. She thrust her hips into the air, overwhelmed by the sensations.

He pushed her back onto the chair. “It’s too bad I don’t have anything to tie your waist. I can’t have you moving around like that when I’m trying to make this the best experience of your life.”

She giggled. God, what was she, eighteen again? He did make her feel younger though, not affected by their eight year difference in age. At least not for today.

He threw her legs over his shoulders and grasped her hips. “Now, you won’t be able to move as much.”

Returning his attention to her pulsating core, he licked and sucked until she released in a blinding fury. She cried out, straining against her stockings, longing to touch Jared. He continued, lapping her juices until the chain of spasms subsided.

With ease, he untied her wrists. “Now, grab me,” he said.

She reached past her legs for his cock, but he leaned back. “No, I mean, hold onto me. We’re going to move.”

Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she braced herself this time for his quick movements. He spun her around then propped her on the rim of a round pub table behind him. His attention seemed elsewhere as he glanced around the room, his eyebrows knit together.

“Is there a problem?” What could have changed his mood?

He returned his gaze to her and smiled. “I was wondering what we’re going to do for protection. I wasn’t expecting this to be a date. Though I’m really glad it is.”

Brushing a hand across his cheek, she returned his smile. “Well, I knew. I have some condoms in my bag.”

He left her clinging to the table. There was no way people could have eaten there—drinks only—not with the way she struggled to stay balanced. When he returned, she clasped his shoulders, thankful she’d managed to stay on.

He smirked. “I was gone for less than a minute.”

She swatted him. “This table isn’t meant to be sat on.”

“No, but it will be a great place to take you. One of many.”

She quaked at the thought. Jared spread her legs and moved between them. Tearing open the condom package, he rolled the latex over his engorged cock. Would he fill her as she’d fantasized? Even more? What if he didn’t fit? She hadn’t had sex since her husband left for the space station.

He drew her toward him and kissed her lips, her neck, while she dug her fingers into the wide expanse of his back. His shaft met her stomach. So close to fulfilling every dream she’d had over the last month.

“I want you in me, Jared. I can’t wait any longer.” With one hand around his neck, she reached down to position his tip at her entrance.
Oh God.

He reclaimed her lips, fucking her mouth with his tongue as he thrust deep into her core, his cock filling her. Throwing her head back, she moaned. Even better than she’d imagined.

Grabbing her hips, he ground into her in a measured rhythm. The pressure built deep within, consuming her. Her pleasure intensified, and she filled with a need for something more.

No.
She could never give more than one night and couldn’t ask anyone for more than she could give.

Jared wrapped his arms around her and carried her over to the kitchenette counter. Propping her ass on the edge, he continued to fuck her, his movements more frenzied.

He stared deep into her eyes. “Oh, honey, I’m almost there.”

His simple term of endearment sent her into oblivion. A cheer from thousands rang out all around them. Horns and buzzers echoed through the room. Red and blue flashed before her eyes as she rode the wild waves of complete satisfaction. With one final slamming thrust, Jared convulsed inside her, releasing a guttural roar.

He held her tight pressing his sweat-covered body to hers, his breathing ragged. “That’s one goal I’ll never forget.”

***

Paige sat on his lap, wearing only his jersey, her head resting on his shoulder. He wanted her there forever, couldn’t imagine being without her now that he’d experienced her. Would it all seem like a dream the next day?

He fingered her long brown hair. She fit snug in his lap, as if she were meant to be there. How was he going to say good-bye in a couple of hours when she already occupied his last thoughts every night before he fell asleep? With all of the recent changes in his life, he couldn’t afford to let a good woman go. It wasn’t as if he had a lot of time to date. Would she understand why he couldn’t wine and dine her every night, take her out to sporting events and the theatre like he should? That gourmet at his house meant chicken fingers and macaroni and cheese?

He tried to focus on the game, but his mind kept wandering to the gorgeous creature he held in his arms. Glancing up at the scoreboard, he realized his team hadn’t scored yet. He squeezed Paige. “Well, that sucks. The memorable goal was for the other team.”

“I think that makes the moment even better.” She spun in his arms and smiled up at him.

Loosening his grip, he gasped. “Don’t tell me you’re a fan of the other team.”

“Yep, since 1991.”

He rolled her off his lap and onto the chair beside him, pretending to be disgusted, yet still holding her so she didn’t fall to the floor. “I can’t believe I had sex with a fan of the visiting team. And you’re wearing my jersey. I’ll have to disinfect it.”

She rose to her feet in front of him, hands on her hips, and puffed her chest out. The motion made him want to rip the jersey off and have her again.

“I can’t believe you would hold that, of all things, against me.”

He would hold none of their differences against her, because he didn’t care. She was Paige, the beautiful woman he wanted to spend more time with. If she agreed. Scooping her into his arms, he laughed at the same wide eyes and gasp of shock as the last time he’d surprised her. The look faded, and she burst into a fit of giggles. How could he give her up? They’d had hot sex, and he could see beyond that. Could she?

He sat back down, holding her in his arms. “Paige, I want to see you again after this. I know we both have other commitments in our lives, but I’d like to give it a try, see where this goes.”

Her entire body stiffened as she leaned away from him. “I…I can’t.”

A tear trickled down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, trying to ignore the vices around his heart.

Shit.
He hadn’t expected that answer.

“It’s the kids, isn’t it?” He couldn’t blame her, couldn’t expect any woman to take on two children after the first date.

“No. Yes. It’s just with the Space Service, I can’t commit to anything, anyone. I don’t want to hurt them, or you.” She reached down and stroked his cock. “Let’s not talk about that.”