Lazar's Intrigue (The Jack Lazar Series) (5 page)

Thank
God for tablecloths.

“Damn.
You’re really big, too. Wow.” Her body surged, and her breath ran shorter as
she touched herself.

“What
are you doing over there?”

“Mmm.
You know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Uh,
yes I do.”

“You
should feel how wet I am.”

“Maybe
later. People are staring.”

Sarina
looked around as she continued to stroke them both. “Yeah? What do you think
they would do if I crawled under the table, pulled out your dick and sucked you
dry?”

Now
that
almost made him launch out of his chair. “Jesus.”

Her
chest heaved erratically, and the message of desperation in those deep brown
eyes was loud and clear. She looked like she was going to explode.

Dear
God.

“C’mon
Jack. Let’s get out of here.”

“Fuck
it.” He pulled Sarina’s hand out of his pants and zipped up before rising from
the booth and peeling a few hundreds from his money clip. He tossed the cash on
the table and grabbed Sarina’s hand, pulling her toward the door while she
tugged down her skirt and giggled the whole way. Everyone in the restaurant was
staring at them now, and Jack was certain the huge bulge in his pants was taking
center stage, but he just didn’t care. Nothing was more important than ending
this shared misery.

They
stumbled outside into the fresh air, and Jack scanned the area for somewhere
they could go as the valet approached them.

“Your
ticket?” the young man asked as his gaze descended to Jack’s pants.

“The
valet ticket,” Jack repeated to Sarina, and it looked like she was still trying
to catch her breath.

“Oh,
of course.” Her attention seemed to snap back as she rifled through her purse
and extracted the ticket. She handed it to Jack, who in turn slapped it in the
valet’s hand along with a fifty dollar bill.

“Hurry,”
Jack instructed as the valet scurried off.

Sarina
was still standing near the door, and just the sight of her was making him
crazy. He bounded toward her like a lion taking its prey, thrusting his left
arm around her back as he crushed his lips on hers. His right hand traveled up
her dress, maneuvered past her panties and began circling her clit. He slipped
a couple of fingers inside and grinded his palm upward as he continued kissing
her.

“Damn.
You really
are
wet.”

Sarina
smoothed her hand over his crotch and grabbed hold of him through his pants,
squeezing. “I need this right now, Jack. Please.”

“Here?”
He withdrew his hand and brought it to his mouth. She tasted sweet like grapes,
but still spicy and quintessentially female. “Mm, fucking fantastic.”

“Jesus,
that does it. C’mon.” She grabbed Jack’s hand this time, leading him past the
front windows of the restaurant and around the side of the building. She
pressed her back against the brick wall under a hat-shaped lamp and stripped
off her panties like a pro. She pulled up her dress and widened her stance,
revealing a clean Brazilian wax job with glistening wetness oozing outward.

“All
right, cowboy,” she said. “Do it.”

“Holy
mother of…” Jack unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to
the ground as a thought crossed his mind. “Not to spoil the moment, darling,
but please tell me you’re on the Pill or something.”

“I
wouldn’t be standing here with my dress hiked up if I didn’t. Now c’mon!”

He
peeled off the boxer-briefs and sprang to life in front of her.

“Hello
there,” Sarina said as she took hold of him. “Talk about fucking fantastic.”
She explored his length with her hand for only a moment before using Jack’s
shoulders to pull herself upward, and she guided him inside her.

Not
wasting any time. Thank God.

Spreading
her legs even wider, Jack reached between her thighs and lifted her by the ass,
securing her against the wall in just the right position to get all the way in.
He was in control now, just the way he liked it, and she was going to take it
that way.

“Oh
yeah,” he said. “That’s perfect.” And he started on her right there, thrusting
hard and strong as the primal urges fueled him. All he cared about was
releasing the insane obsession this girl had ignited within him, and he knew
she needed the same thing. This wasn’t pretty or tender or loving or even
romantic. It was flagrant up-against-the-wall fucking with a single goal, and
that was perfectly fine with him. He was propelled by an odd combination of
euphoria and aggression, and it seemed like he had the strength to go on
forever if that’s what it took.

Expecting
Sarina to be the noisy kind of sex kitten, Jack was surprised to hear nothing
but steady, hard breathing to echo his thrusts, and it was sexy as hell. She
had her eyes locked on him, her mouth parted with the slightest smile like he
was giving her everything she wanted, and each of her hands was anchored on one
of his swollen triceps, holding on for dear life as he drove her up and down. Somehow
she still managed to undulate her hips in the process, working him in concert,
and Jack looked down to see himself traveling in and out of her while she did
it. He thought it was the most perfect fucking thing he had ever seen.

Wet
heat. Tightness. Powerful thrusts. The resilient beating of his heart. Sweat
beading down his forehead. The ass of a sexually deviant goddess in his hands,
pressed against a wall in an alleyway, sexy fucking high-heeled boots draped
over his arms. It all captured him, individually and everything at once. And it
was unreal no matter how it hit him. If he could just hear her voice, maybe…

“Is
that how you like it, baby?” It was more of a growl than a question.

“Yes,
goddamnit. Yes. Just fuck me.”

Oh
yeah. That’s just what he needed to hear. And now he was feeling a wee bit enamored.
He leaned forward to capture Sarina’s mouth while he continued to work her, although
not quite with the same intensity since he was distracted by the flowing dance
with her lips and tongue.

Sarina
sank her teeth into his bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss, and it took
just a couple of seconds before he tasted the blood.

He
narrowed his eyes in defiance. “Bitch!”

“So
stop the romantic shit and fuck me harder!”

“Oh,
I’ll fuck you harder.”

So
much for being enamored. Now he was pissed, his aggression turning to anger as
he took on a hankering to punish her. Digging his fingers into her ass cheeks,
he shifted into high gear, pounding her with a vengeance, the length of him
colliding with the juicy depths of her. He could feel himself getting harder,
bigger, longer, and he would use all of it to teach her a lesson.

But
the broadening smile on Sarina’s face told him it was exactly what she had in
mind.

Of
course.

Their
bodies colliding even harder, the slapping of flesh against flesh was getting pretty
damn loud, and Jack knew it was only a matter of time before the valet came to
investigate. And if the slapping wasn’t enough, Sarina decided to add new noises
of her own, starting with a few soft whimpers and gasps before graduating to
all-out moaning and a borderline scream or two. But damn it if those weren’t
the most tantalizing sounds Jack had ever heard, mostly because they told him she
was moments away, the pure desperation in her eyes confirming it. He felt her
tighten around him, and it launched him toward a climax of his own, the powerful
wave starting at the base of spine and hurling upward, fast. Too damn fast.

Whoa.

“C’mon,
baby,” he ordered, teeth grinding. “Come for me.” He was determined to hold out
for her, but he couldn’t make it much longer.

“Jack…”
She was gasping for breath again.

“Yeah,
that’s it.”

“Jack,
please…”

Somewhere,
somehow, Jack found the power to kick it up another notch, seeking her release
as much as his own as he drove into her. “C’mon!”

“Holy
shit!”

The
shared orgasm crashed through them both as he exploded inside her, their breath
harsh and fast, muscles shuddering. But they kept at it, turning raw and primitive
as they reached further for the goal, stifling screams and groans to preserve
their solitude just a little longer.

Jack
could feel the tension fade into nothing as he finally slowed his pace and
brought them to a soft conclusion. He collapsed into her on the wall and
couldn’t help but laugh, the emotional release overtaking him. And soon she was
laughing, too.

“See,”
she said. “I told you we’d both feel a lot better.”

“Hell
yeah. Thanks, doc.”

“Okay,
now pull that thing out of me and set me down. Little mister valet is likely to
round the corner any second.”

He
did as he was told, and Sarina pulled down the hem of her dress while Jack
raised his pants and boxer-briefs. He was still fastening his belt as the
curious valet peeked around the side of the building and widened his eyes as he
figured out what they had been doing. The lad’s head reared back, and the sounds
of footsteps followed. He evidently had the good sense to leave them alone and
go back to his station.

Jack
chuckled. “Now
that
was good timing.”

“Yes,
it was.”

“You
a little embarrassed to go out there now?”

“Not
at all. You?”

“Hell
no. I just banged the hottest girl he’s probably ever seen. So, as far as my valet
buddy is concerned, I’m a rock star.”

“How
nice for you.”

“Isn’t
it?”

They
walked back around the front of the building and headed for the valet stand
where Sarina’s Audi had been parked at the curb. The young attendant zipped
around the car and opened the driver’s door for Sarina, all the while avoiding
eye contact with her, his cheeks a bit rosier than before, and Jack smiled.

Sarina’s
driving was far less intense on the way back to San Juan Capistrano, and Jack
could only conclude that being released of her sexual frustration had a calming
effect on her psyche. And he was thankful for that. His body was in a blissful
state after that romp in the alley, and he didn’t want anything to spoil it.

It
was after ten o’clock when they pulled into Jack’s circular drive, and Sarina
stopped her car at the front door with the engine running.

“What’s
going on?” Jack asked.

“What
do you think? I’m dropping you off.”

“You’re
not coming inside?”

“No.
Why should I?”

“Because
we just had sex, and it might be nice to spend the night together. Or at least
have a glass of wine.”

“I
have a flight tomorrow morning. Remember?”

“Oh.
Right.”

“Besides,
I got what I wanted. So, the way I see it, we’re done.”

“We’re
done? What does that mean, exactly?”

“You
and I agreed there’s no potential for a relationship here, and now that we’ve
followed through with our sexual attraction, that’s it.”

“Hmm,
well, I don’t know about you, but I’d like some more of that, please. I haven’t
even had the chance to play with your boobs or show you how talented I am with
my tongue. Those are two of my favorite things to do, after all.”

She
laughed. “Yeah, I’d like that. But I know what’ll happen. We’ll start having
sex on a regular basis, thinking we can keep it physical, but it’ll only be a
matter of time before you get all mushy on me. So, just walk away and look back
on this as a fantastic evening. I know I will. No one has ever fucked me
against a wall as powerfully as you did tonight, and I’ll always appreciate you
for that.”

“You
have this all figured out, don’t you?”

“Yes.
Now I have to go.”

“Okay.
Mind if I kiss you first?”

“That’ll
just make things harder.”

“C’mon,
really?”

“Yes.
Now get out of the car.”

He
sighed. “This is really strange. I hope you know that.”

“Go
on.”

Jack
opened the door and stepped out. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Sarina
shrugged. “Stranger things have happened.”

“Bye,”
he said as he closed the door, and it took her all of two seconds to race away,
leaving Jack in a trail of exhaust fumes.

As
disappointing and awkward as that goodbye was, Jack knew Sarina was right. They
were vastly different people with nothing in common other than a lust for each
other, and she made it sound like her attraction had run its course. Or maybe
she was just cutting herself off. After all, Jack knew there was a borderline
nymphomaniac under that black dress, and given the right circumstances she
probably had a hard time controlling herself. Her behavior at the restaurant
certainly demonstrated that.