Roping the Wind (14 page)

‘Look down, Helen.’

His right hand moved to cover the belt buckle, protecting her skin. He moved in close, tightening the leather as he went, until she felt her clit start to pulse with the friction and pressure. She was caught between his body and the wall, her sex covered by the leather band, her heart thumping so hard she thought she might die. He looped another circle of belt around his left hand, bringing her up on tiptoe.

‘Yeah, that’s right. I want my belt soaked in your cream, honey.’ He bent his head, sucked her nipple into his mouth and moved his hips, dragging the leather back and forth over her sex. Helen couldn’t stop moaning as the pressure built.

She almost screamed as he raised his head to stare into her eyes.

‘I want your mouth around my cock when you come.’

He released some of the leather loops and guided her down to her knees. He shoved his jeans down to his hips, maintaining the link to her sex even as he discarded the used condom. He sat heavily on the couch.

‘Hard, Helen. I want it hard.’

She wanted to do him like that too. She’d never allowed herself to be rough with a man before but she was beyond that now. Jay had pushed all the right buttons and allowed her to experience some of her wildest fantasies. It was only right that she should give as good as she was getting.

He groaned as she grazed his shaft with her teeth and then sucked at the swollen crown. His left hand continued to move the belt between her legs, slippery now with her juices. She sucked harder, using her tongue for every long rough pull on his shaft. Her climax slammed into her, and she set her teeth into the base of his cock keeping him deep in her throat as she came. His come flooded her mouth and she swallowed in time to each heavy spurt.

In the small of her back, his left hand clenched and released the belt freeing her aching over-sensitized sex. He reached down and pulled her over his lap, facedown. She shuddered as the leather belt danced over her butt.

‘Next time you feel like playing with yourself, call me.’

She struggled to breathe as his fingers delved between her butt cheeks. ‘You don’t own me.’ She jumped as the leather smacked against her skin twice. His hand returned, smoothing the pain away.

‘I own this pussy.’

‘That’s ridiculous.’

Two more sharp cracks of the leather made her writhe, mingling pain with pleasure, making her want more.

‘Just tell me you won’t do it again without permission and I’ll let you go.’

Helen pressed her lips together.

‘Nothing to say?’

She tensed as he slid two long fingers into her anus.

‘I’d like to fuck your ass now. My cock thrusting into all this warm sensitized flesh.’ He added two more fingers making her gasp. ‘I bet you’d come so hard they’d hear you screaming on the Bay Bridge.’

He tapped her with the belt four more times.

She bit down on her lip, enjoying the additional small pain as he continued to play with her ass and caress her hot butt cheeks.

‘I know why you’re not speaking, Helen.’

She closed her eyes.

‘Because you like what I’m doing too much, don’t you?’

Was she brave enough to admit it for the first time in her life? His fingers stilled.

‘If you don’t answer me, I’ll stop.’

‘All right. Yes.’

‘Yes, what?’

‘I like what you are doing to me.’

Her breath hissed out as he turned her over and pulled his fingers out of her ass. His eyes were narrowed, his face taut with passion. He kissed her, his mouth grinding against hers. When he finally raised his head he was grinning. ‘Hell, I like it too.’

She grabbed hold of his hair, kissed him back, her body still craving his touch. He groaned as she bit down on his bottom lip.

‘Slow down, honey. I’m not nineteen any more and I’ve got this banged-up knee.’

Helen nipped his lip again and then drew back. ‘There’s nothing wrong with your knee. I happen to know it was fixed by an outstanding surgeon.’

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and reached down to stroke his cock. ‘Give me a minute and I’ll be ready for you again.’

As her sexual high faded, Helen felt cold. When had she turned into such a demanding, perverted . . . slut? She wriggled off his lap and wrapped her arms around her waist.

‘How about I get you a drink and then we can shower?’

Jay made no effort to move, his attention fixed on her face, his expression puzzled. ‘Only if you shower with me.’

‘I have soda, juice, beer or coffee. Which would you prefer?’ She scurried into the small kitchen, aware of her nakedness, unwilling to cover herself while Jay watched her so intently.

‘Soda would be great,’ he called after her.

She opened the refrigerator and located two cans of 7-Up. She pressed one to her hot face enjoying the icy chill that shot through her.

‘Thanks, darlin’.’

Jay took the other can from her hand making her jump. She hadn’t heard him come up behind her. The rough cloth of his unbuttoned jeans brushed against her bare behind and she shivered. His large hand cupped her left cheek and squeezed.

‘Still stings, yeah?’ he asked.

Helen couldn’t look at him. Had she really let him tan her hide with his belt?

‘Don’t turn away from me, Helen.’

She faced him, chin held high and he met her gaze.

‘What’s up, honey?’

She shrugged. ‘I’m just not quite comfortable with how I behaved.’

He placed his soda on the tiled worktop and considered her. ‘I can appreciate that.’

‘I’m not saying you made me do anything I didn’t want to do, just that . . .’

‘You didn’t know you were going to let me use my belt on you.’

She nodded, too confused to speak.

He sighed. ‘Hell, I didn’t know that was going to happen either but I don’t regret it.’ He met her eyes. ‘How about you?’

‘I don’t regret it. It was . . . liberating.’

‘It was damned sexy.’ He closed the gap between them and drew her into his arms. ‘You’ll be thinking of me tomorrow whenever you sit down.’

Helen relaxed against him, her head resting on his shoulder. It sure was a unique way to help her ignore her ex. She smiled.

‘What’s so funny?’

‘I have to go to a drinks party tomorrow evening.’

‘And?’

‘My ex-husband will be there.’

‘Should I be worried about that?’

‘No, I told you, he’s an asshole.’

His fingers probed between her ass cheeks. ‘Nothing wrong with assholes.’

‘OK, prick, then.’

He took her hand and pressed it against his rapidly hardening shaft. ‘Nothing wrong with pricks either.’

She squeezed him gently. ‘In the right place, of course.’

‘Of course.’ His fingers continued to caress her. ‘So why do you have to go to this party?’

She sighed. ‘Do you really want to know?’

‘Yeah, I do.’ He moved her hand away from his cock and held it behind her back.

‘I’m being considered for a promotion to department head. This drinks evening is for all the candidates to meet the faculty.’

Jay released her and leant back against the countertop. ‘I’ve watched
ER
for years and been in a few hospitals myself. Aren’t you a bit young to be a department head?’

Helen tried to look dignified, difficult when you are naked. ‘It’s complicated. Let’s just say I’m advanced for my age.’

‘OK, I’ll buy that. So your ex is going for the same job?’

‘Him and four other guys.’

‘And do you think you’ll get it?’

She took a deep breath. ‘I’m not sure.’ She opened her soda and drained the can. ‘Can we talk about something else?’

Jay grinned. ‘Sure.’ He ran a hand over his now erect cock. ‘I want you on that cold countertop, me standing between your legs fucking you. How does that sound?’

She could only nod as her body stirred to life. She’d never met a man who matched and anticipated her sexual needs so well before. It was exhilarating. He picked her up and placed her on the white-tiled surface. She winced as her butt touched the cold tile.

Jay rolled on a condom and pushed her legs wide. He took her ankles and planted her feet on the countertop too.

‘Yeah, honey, you’re already wet for me.’ He slid one finger inside her making her moan. ‘Tomorrow, when you’re at the drinks party, I want you to think about my cock driving into you and how I make you come.’

‘I’ll think about you every time I have to look at David, my ex’s smug face.’

‘Do that.’ He thumbed her clit and then rubbed the tip of his sheathed cock over her. ‘Did he fuck you like this? Did he tan your backside and make you wild?’

‘Do you think I would’ve divorced him if he had?’

He grinned as he slid the crown of his cock inside her. ‘I bet he had no idea what to do with you, did he? You must’ve masturbated a lot.’

She tried to arch her hips to draw more of him inside her. ‘He thought I was oversexed.’

His grip on her thigh tightened as he shoved himself home. ‘Honey, the man was a fool. You’re just perfect the way you are.’

Chapter Twelve

‘I want to see your bedroom.’ Jay stripped off the used condom and lifted Helen off the countertop. Her knees wobbled and she leant into him, grabbing his arm for support.

‘The shower’s in there, too, so it’s on our way.’

Now that he wasn’t consumed with lust, Jay realized that her apartment was not at all how he’d expected it to be. ‘Your place is nice, doc.’

‘You already said that.’

He put his arms around her shoulders and allowed her to lead him down the narrow hall. ‘No, I mean it. It’s very warm and inviting.’

She glanced up at him. ‘Not like me at all, you mean?’

He paused at the door of the bedroom. The walls were covered in a lush rose print and the bed was a four poster with crisp white and lace covers. God, he was looking forward to having her in that bed, her legs spread wide on those smooth sheets. He cupped her breast and she immediately moved closer to him. ‘It’s like you. The inside you no one gets to see. The lush red of your nipples and your pussy –’ He stopped abruptly.
Shit.
Helen was staring at him. He tried a grin. ‘Forget I said that. I must’ve have watched too many afternoon soap operas while I was recovering.’

She came up on tiptoe and kissed him, her mouth soft against his, her body pressing into him. Despite its recent activity, his cock responded to the feel of her in his arms. He was slightly sore but that only added to his excitement.

His hand slid down over her ass and she shivered; her hips rolled against his making him even harder.

‘Help me take off my jeans,’ he said.

She was quick to undress him, her hands moving with a speed and assurance that spoke of long hours in the ER. He’d fucked her twice and he hadn’t even taken off his cowboy boots. When he was naked, he faced her again, loving the way she stared at his cock and body.

‘I want you again on that bed, before we shower.’

For once she didn’t argue, just climbed up on the bed after him and waited. He scooted back until his butt hit the headboard and spread his legs.

‘Your turn to ride me. Fast or slow, whatever you like. I’m easy.’

She climbed on top of him, her sex warm against the underside of his cock. He pulled on her nipples with his finger and thumb, drawing them out into stiff peaks.

‘Do you have another condom?’

Her question made him tear his gaze away from her breasts to her face. It was hard to think when the warmth and wetness of her pussy was settled over his groin.

‘We’ve used all the ones I brought. Do you have any?’

She pointed at the bedside table drawer.

‘In there, look in there.’

He reached into the drawer, drew out a vibrator and then a pack of condoms. He studied the pink plastic cock, comparing it to his own heated flesh. ‘It’s not big enough for you, darlin’. We need to get you one that really makes you come hard like mine.’

She sniffed, still magnificent even in her naked skin. ‘It’s standard length. It’s perfectly adequate.’

He raised an eyebrow. ‘You’re not talking about my cock, are you?’

She studied his growing erection. ‘I’d say you were slightly above average.’

He took her hand and wrapped it around the base of his shaft. ‘Well above average, and you’d be right. Somewhere between eight and nine inches, depending on the pussy.’

She took her hand away. ‘Sometimes you are so crude.’

‘I’m a guy. We know these things. For you, I’m definitely a ten, don’t you think?’ He put the vibrator back in the drawer and shook a condom out of the box. His shaft was sensitive as hell as she worked the condom over it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much sex in such a short space of time. His body didn’t know whether to shout for joy or whimper in shock.

He gripped his shaft at the base, guiding the thick crown away from his belly. ‘Ride me, Helen. Fuck my cock.’

She rose up on her knees and positioned herself over him. He tensed as she slowly lowered herself until her pussy grazed his knuckles. She gasped. He released his cock, allowing her to swallow him up.

‘Are you sore?’ Jay asked.

She nodded, her expression hidden from him as she stared down to where their bodies were joined. He reached between them, flicked her clit, making her jump.

‘Do you want me to stop?’

He already knew what she wanted, but he had a perverse desire to hear her say it. She was like him. The rough edginess of their lovemaking a completely unexpected turn-on for them both. He fingered her swollen clit again and she moaned.

‘Jay, I’ll come if you keep that up.’

‘And that’s a problem? You can come as many times as you want, honey. I’ll stick with you.’ He squeezed her clit harder now. ‘And then I’ll make you come again and again until you think you can’t do it anymore. But you will, because I’ll give you no choice.’ He gritted his teeth as her sex clenched around his shaft in a sudden pulsing wave. Yeah, she was turned on all right. She circled her hips in a helpless, fast tempo. He could only grab them and hold on as he came too, much faster than he’d anticipated but still so fucking good that he wanted to shout her name to the skies.