Lisa: April (Mystic Zodiac Book 4) (5 page)

He had no intention of talking about what transpired earlier in his office in a public setting. He may be in the world of the Mystics, but he figured even his experience was outside their norm. The elevator finally arrived and opened, he steered her in, finger hovering over the panel.

“Eight,” she said dazed.

They rode up, hands linked together. It was heaven to finally touch her like he’d always wanted. To feel her soft, delicate hand in his. It was such a simple sign of affection and he fucking loved it.

The elevator arrived on her floor without any stops. They stepped out and he allowed her to lead the way. She had the last room on the right. The door tucked away in the corner. Pressing her hand to a panel next to it, the door opened.

The designer in him was floored by the technology he’d seen so far. The overprotective man in him was pleased to know no one could get in without scanning his or her palm. An added sense of security he would need to check into later. He’d also need to get his print added to her room code in case they ever decided to leave the room again. He didn’t plan on it, but he wasn’t adverse if it meant moving from their room to a playroom.

All of that could wait until later. Top priority in his feverish brain was pinning her against the nearest flat surface and staking his claim.

Lisa whirled on him as soon as the door shut. He reached out, tugging her toward him, wrapping his arms around her. Her soft little curves pressed into him. Before she could blast him for manhandling her, he bent his head and fed on her kissable lips. She mewled in response when his tongue swept inside, wrapping around hers.

Her adept fingers threaded into his hair, gripping it, tugging him close. He sure as hell wasn’t going to resist. He could tell she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He’d have to be a complete idiot not to take what she was offering.

He lifted her off the floor, blindly making it to the bed. He spun and sat, arranging her until she straddled him. The soft center of her body landed on his jean-clad dick. It jerked in his pants, causing a bite of pain to shoot into his balls. In an odd twist, it brought him back in check, helping him gain a modicum of control.

She nipped his lip, making him pull back slightly. “Mr. Morgan, we can’t.”

“Don’t Mr. Morgan me, and we can,” he growled. Nipping her back. “You’ll call me Jack from here on out. Unless of course it turns you on to call me Mr. Morgan or sir.”

Lisa ground her hips down, pulling a moan from him. “Jack,” she purred softly and he damn near came in his pants. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

“I thought I was kissing you. I must not have been doing a good enough job if you couldn’t figure that out.”

She leaned in and licked his upper lip. “You were doing fine. What are you doing at Satyr? You can’t be here. You aren’t a Mystic. They’ll punish you if they see you.” Panic laced her voice, and he couldn’t help but smile. He liked knowing she was concerned for him.

“It’ll be fine, trust me. We’ll talk about that later. I’ve waited too long for this.” Standing with her clinging tightly to him, he turned them around. She gasped, clutching him harder as he crawled up the bed, his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her anchored in place.

Settling her on the bed, he peppered kisses over her face and down her neck to her shoulder. Her soft skin was like silk beneath his lips. Soft, smooth, and luxurious. He wanted every inch of her rubbing against every inch of him. He tugged at the flimsy strap holding her dress up, snapping it easily. He gave the other side the same treatment before yanking the dress down her slim body. Inch by quick inch, the body he’d dreamed about was revealed. Her firm, perky little breasts with dark brown puckered nipples entered his view. He scraped his thumbs over the tips lightly. She gasped and arched, silently begging for more attention.

Not one to deny her, he sucked one tip into his mouth. Worrying the nub against the roof. As he drew off, he clamped his teeth down and tugged. She squealed and he popped off, giving the other nipple to the same treatment.

Her fingers threaded back into his hair, pulling and yanking on the dark strands as he applied sweet torture to her other breast. He didn’t linger. There was more he wanted to do before he sunk his cock into her. He skimmed down the center of her body, pulling the dress as he went. Sitting up, he tugged the damn thing off along with her thong. Tired of playing with the fabric impeding his view of her beautiful body.

When he looked down to take in the sight, he didn’t stop the growl bursting free. She was spread out like a feast. A bevy of delicacies waiting to be devoured. He vowed to taste every inch of her before their time at Satyr was up. Prove his case that they were meant to be together forever. A well-oiled machine at work and explosive pair in private. A true powerhouse couple.

Lisa looked through dazed eyes up at Jack. His dark stubbled jaw, his mouth pulled into a taut line. Fire sparked in the depths of his deep brown eyes. At the moment, she didn’t care that he was her boss and she his employee. She’d lusted after him for years, and it seemed they had a mutual desire. Plus, the second she’d seen him, angry and pulsing with hot desire, she gave into her deepest wish. She promised herself whatever happened at Satyr, would stay at Satyr. She would have to lay down ground rules later. After she sated her overwhelming need to have him thrusting deep inside her body, rocking her to orgasm.

Her nymph pulled free, bursting to the surface. Her inhibitions melted and all thoughts were centered on the man working his way down her body. Dark cravings hammered within her and demanded more of his sensual assault. She wanted him to take her on every possible surface, in every possible way. She wanted to be pushed down to her knees and made to suck his cock. To be taken roughly from behind. To have her ass dominated and her pussy spanked. Every dirty little thing her nymph could think of, Lisa wanted to do with this man and only him.

Jack reached out and ran one of his thick digits over the slick folds of her pussy. “So wet, baby,” he whispered, his eyes fastened to her nearly clean-shaven crotch. He pushed a finger between the swollen lips, dipping into her core slightly. As he pulled it out, he ran it over her clit, drawing a moan from her lips. The man undid her with a simple touch.

Her pussy throbbed and juices flowed as he stuck his finger in his mouth, licking her flavor away. “Mmm,” he moaned, “delicious. Just like I knew it would be.”

Wedging his shoulders between her legs, he placed his hands on the backs of her thighs, giving him better access. Eyes glittering with lust, he dipped his tongue in before flicking up and over her clit. Lick after lick he did the same thing, driving her to the edge of madness.

Feet tingling, the pinpricks of sensation worked up her body, twisting her arousal into something more, waiting to explode. Grabbing his hair she tugged hard, attempting to pull him away. She wanted to come but refused to do so without his cock driving her over the edge. Without her pussy clamping down on his thick, steely erection as he pounded into her.

Jack must have gotten the hint. He stood and dropped his jeans to the ground, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach. Long and thick, it curved toward his belly.

Her eyes grew wide and she wondered why she’d never noticed how damn big he was before. Probably because she’d been too mesmerized by his handsome face, his dark eyes as they glittered with some unknown emotion. She licked her dry lips in anticipation. The longing to have him gliding his hard length in and out of her mouth a physical need. She could practically feel what the ridges of the veins running along his shaft would feel like, giving her something to tease and stroke.

“Later,” Jack grunted as he lowered himself over her body. He bent her legs, pushing them up against her chest, giving him a direct view of her wet pussy. He thrust forward, impaling her on his cock. The sudden movement pulled a cry from her throat. Sharp movements in and out helped her stretch and adjust to his width. It had been forever since she’d been with a man. Since she’d felt the need that curled around her, hurling her into the erotic tug of war.

Just because her nymph grabbed hold, it didn’t mean she’d forgotten about disease and pregnancy. While Mystics were generally disease free—you never knew about some demons—humans were a different matter altogether.

Humans unknowingly had the ability to infect or impregnate a Mystic. Their biology makeup was intended to further the Mystic races. A defense created by the Gods to combat extinction.

“Protection,” she squeaked, pressing her hands hard against his chest. Her legs, though, weren’t on board; she locked them around his waist as if afraid he would move too far away. Her body was a contradiction of wants and needs

Jack dropped his forehead onto hers. “Damn,” he breathed harshly. “I’m clean but for you I’ll do anything.” He pulled out and fumbled with his jeans. Coming up with a condom, he opened and rolled it on in less than a second.

She’d never had a man say that to her. They’d always tried to convince her it would be fine and promise to pull out or some other ridiculous thing. Being a nymph didn’t mean she was a pushover when it came to sex. She was desperate to fill every sexual craving coursing through her at the time.

He pushed back in, tugging on the swollen tissues of her pussy. It dragged her back to the present. “Been so damn long,” he panted, rocking into her. “Been waiting…for you.”

“Oh.” The confession shocked her. She tried not to pay attention to Jack’s love life or lack of one. He wasn’t one of those bosses that leaned on her to buy gifts for his current flavor of the week. And when she thought about it, his dates had become few and far between.

“Lisa,” he said. “Are you with me?”

She pulled his head down and kissed him roughly. “Yes, Jack. Fuck me, please.”

Jack sat back, kneeling between her spread thighs. He skated his hands over her hips, moving them beneath her body until he gripped her ass. He tilted her pelvis higher and fucked her in long, drawn out thrusts. “Damn, baby. I’ve needed you so badly.”

“Yes!”

His paced picked up with each breathy moan she let loose. Each hard drive into her body electrifying her nerve endings until she was awash in sensation. Soon he rode her hard. His cock pounding in and out of her pussy, smacking against her clit and shoving her arousal even higher.

She tilted her head back, panting as stroke after stroke created a wave of pleasure unlike any she’d felt before. She was close to orgasm. But needed something to push her over the edge.

As if reading her thoughts, Jack leaned over her body, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He pulled on it hard with his teeth before laving it. Moving to the other side he did it again, the rough sucking and bite at the end, only this time her body shook with her impending orgasm. It rolled over her like a tsunami. Her back bowed off the bed as a strangled scream left her lips.

Jack powered into her, extending her orgasm, her pussy doing its damndest to keep a grip on his turgid flesh. He released her breast and captured her lips, swallowing down her cries. In a frenzied rush, he used her body until he tumbled over the edge. He lifted his head and shouted her name. His cock jerking as he came hard. She felt the heat of his release through the thin layer of the condom; suddenly regretting having him put one on.

Jack rolled to the side, pulling her with him. They stayed entwined together, both breathing deeply. A fine sheen of sweat covered him. The nymph was pleased he worked hard to help them both achieve pleasure.

CHAPTER NINE

April 6
th
, 10:00pm

Lisa rolled over, her hand coming in contact with Jack’s extremely warm, hard body. Dancing her fingers over his smooth chest, she sighed in contentment. She’d finally gotten a taste of her fantasy. Jack fucking her as if she were the only woman he’d ever wanted.

“What was that sigh for?” He rumbled, stroking a hand lightly down her back.

Her fingers drifted to one of his nipples. Flickering and pinching it lightly. “Nothing.”

He chuckled, the vibration seeping into her. The sound matching her contentment and, dare she say, happiness. “I doubt that. No woman ever makes that sound without a meaning behind it.”

“I don’t think now is the best time to talk about other women, do you?” She ran her hand down the middle of his chest, heading straight for his cock. She took him in hand, stroking delicately over the hardening flesh. She ghosted her thumb over the slit, gathering the pre-cum pearled on the tip. She was torn between removing her hand completely to lick the salty-goodness off and crawling between his thighs to sample from the source.

Sampling from the source won out. Flinging back the sheet he had covered them with when he’d gotten rid of his condom, she moved between his legs. “Hands behind your head,” she said with a bit of steel threading her voice. One of her favorite things to do to a man was to make it impossible for him to touch. Allow him to concentrate on the feeling of her lips wrapped about his hard member and not worry about pleasing her. She’d prefer to have his hands tied to the bedposts using his ties, but she would compromise this one time. They could play that fantasy out later. “No, moving them. You do and I stop. This is my treat and your pleasure.”

Jack did as he was told and a low, rumbling groan emerged from his throat when she leaned over and licked the tip. She fondled his balls, pressing on the smooth space directly behind them. His hips popped off the bed, thrusting his dick between her lips.

She swirled her tongue around the spongy head. Sucking lightly on it before running her tongue over, around and up his length again. Gripping the base, she held him straight up before leaning over him and taking him completely to the back of her throat. She swallowed and he grunted, his hand landing on her head before she could do anything else.

She popped off and sat back. “Nah, ah, ah,” she tsked.

His face was flushed, his arousal painted across his tanned cheeks. He placed his hand beneath his head again.

“Do it again and I’m done. That was your one and only warning.”

Jack nodded sharply.

Placing her hands on his hips to keep them in place, she sucked the length back inside her hot mouth.

Bobbing up and down, she regulated the pace; keeping to a steady rhythm that she knew would pull him to the edge but not push him over.

Jack tried powering up, pushing his hips against her small hands. He probably thought he’d be able to force his will and need on her. Too bad he didn’t realize the strength she possessed as a nymph. She was no delicate flower, easily shoved around.

Jack didn’t know how he’d gotten so damn lucky. Lisa hovered over his dick sucking it like the last lollipop she’d ever get. She swallowed him down deeper and deeper. Her throat closing over the end in a heated kiss.

The wet heat of her mouth drove him insane. The desire to tangle his fingers in her dark hair, to dominate her and shove his dick harder and faster down her throat, nearly broke him. He knew he had a white knuckled grip on his hands to keep them in place.

His hips bounced slightly off the bed, something he knew she was doing, not him. It stunned him for a moment when she’d held him down with little effort. Point made, he concentrated on keeping them still.

She moaned in the back of her throat. One of her small hands cupped his balls as a finger from her other hand slid over the smooth spot behind them and worked its way into his crack. She brushed over his ass hole and he jerked, the sensation from her soft exploration completely unexpected.

Wiggling her finger, she pressed inside the tight ring of his ass, sliding it in and out with tiny thrusts.

It was too much. His release rushed forward, his balls pulling up firmly against his body. “Gonna come,” he huffed out in warning.

Lisa wasn’t put off. She shoved the finger in his ass deeper and swallowed around the head of his dick. His back arched and his cock convulsed. He roared as he emptied himself down her throat. Black spots dotted his vision and he swore he would pass out from lack of oxygen.

Coming off him with a pop, Lisa licked the head of his rapidly softening dick. She removed her finger from his ass, and then crawled up his body. Before he could react, she kissed him hard and quick, then rolled off the side of the bed.

“I’ll be right back, lover,” she called out as she went into the bathroom.

Lisa walked out of the bathroom to find Jack in the exact same position she she’d left him. Sprawled out and sated. She chuckled and climbed onto the bed with him, sitting cross-legged next to him.

“How you feeling?” She reached toward the bottom of the bed and pulled the covers up over them.

“Like I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he murmured.

“I’ll take that as a good thing.”

“Oh yeah,” he drawled, a smile curving his sexy mouth. Her heart flipped and her tummy took flight. The man devastated her good intentions. The past three years she’d worked hard to keep things professional and in one extremely good hour it had been obliterated. She wasn’t sure she minded though. Good thing she’d decided to treat this encounter like a trip to Vegas.

Jack pushed to a sitting position, his back against the headboard. “Since you didn’t come lay back down, I’m guessing we aren’t going to sleep.”

She shook her head. Now that she’d gotten two fantasies out of the way, her nymph wanted more. First, though, they needed to have
the talk
.

Jack put his hand on her knee and started to rub up and down her thigh. The closer he got to her pussy, the more her arousal sparked. She could imagine what those long, thick fingers could do to her. How they would feel thrusting into her cunt, hitting just the right spot to set her off.

Add another thing to the to-do list.
“I was thinking we could order some food and have a little chat. You need to explain a few things, and we need to set some ground rules.”

“Ground rules,” he uttered through clenched teeth. His good-natured smile vanished. He certainly didn’t like the sound of that, but it was too damn bad. Whatever was going on between them couldn’t last.

Boss. Employee. All day, practically every day. That screamed bad news—for her.

“Yes, ground rules. Before we get into them, let’s get food. You’re going to need your strength later,” she said suggestively.