by Evelyn Glass
“What can I do?” he asked, his voice so quiet it was almost lost in the murmur of the air conditioner.
“Hold me,” she whispered, sniffing again as she adjusted her position so that she could be held closer, tighter. “Tighter,” she begged softly, needing to feel his strong arms, needing to know he was there to help her fight her dreams. He pulled her onto his chest before his arms cinched down, almost crushing the air from her lungs, but it was what she wanted, what she needed. Held tight, she felt a measure of safety and peace come over her. She wasn’t sure why his embrace comforted her, one hand on her head, the other around her back, but it did and that was all that mattered.
They lay together for some minutes, and though his embrace loosened slightly, he continued to hold her tight, wrapping her in the protective warmth of his embrace. She could feel his arms beginning to quiver with effort but his embrace relaxed no further and it touched her that he would give so much effort for her. She pushed up against him, his embrace suddenly loosening as she rose, slid up his body, and brought her lips to his.
His kiss was sweet, gentle, but the hunger from earlier was still there. She wanted him. She wanted him to fuck that terrible night out of her, to burn away the memories of blood and death with pleasure, and then replace them with something greater. The kiss began to deepen and she felt him stiffen against her leg. She glanced at the clock, the numerals blood red and bright in the darkness. No! Not blood, her mind rebelled, the color of roses, the color of love and passion.
There were still almost four hours until sunrise, but she couldn’t return to sleep. Not now. He had pulled her out of the dream before she saw the girl’s body, and she wanted to keep it that way. She had slept, deep and dreamless, after he had made love to her in her apartment, and she wanted to do so again. “Make love to me, Scott,” she whispered, touching his face softly. “Make love to me and never stop.”
Were it any other woman he would be fucking himself to nirvana without a second thought, but he hesitated at her request. He wanted her; he wanted her desperately, but she was vulnerable and he didn’t want to hurt her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I need you to make me feel alive, Scott. I, I can’t do it alone. Please, Scott, help me live again.”
Chapter Seventeen
Scott looked in Jessica’s eyes, the redness and puffiness from her crying visible even in the dim light leaking around the bathroom door, but she had never looked more beautiful. They hadn’t made love after settling into the motel, too strung out from their mad dash into the night, but that was hours ago. If the Grim Angels knew where they were, they would have been here already.
He brought his hands up, cupping her face gently, giving her time to change her mind, but her eyes drifted closed as her mouth opened slightly in invitation. He pulled her slowly to him and she came, willingly, offering her full, soft, lips as a sample of the pleasures to come.
He took her lips, slowly, almost lovingly, sucking gently on her bottom lip, and she felt herself become wet with anticipation. She’d had other lovers, but none affected her like Scott. His touch seemed electric, burning away her fear and doubt and leaving her pure and alive. She wanted, needed, that feeling tonight. She wanted the blazing heat of their passion to burn the memories of that bloody night from her and leave her hollow, ready to be filled again.
In her apartment she had been desperate for him, her passions roaring through her like wildfire. But now, away from her stuffy and dilapidated apartment, away from the prison she had allowed her mother to lock her into, she wanted to slow herself down, to have Scott make love to her and not just fuck her headlong into orgasm.
He felt her relax into the kiss, the tension suddenly pouring out as if he had pulled the plug on some drain. He had taken her harshly before, pounding himself into her, overcome by a lust he couldn’t control. But this time he intended to take his time, to savor every inch of her skin, to kiss and caress her until he drove her mad with pleasure.
She felt his lips pull into a smile as they sampled each other’s lips. “What?”
His smile broadened, just before he broke from her lips and began a slow trek under her jaw to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you good, slow and easy, for the rest of the night,” he whispered, his lips never still.
She nearly shivered in anticipation, delighting that he was already reading her so well. She held his lips to her neck, his lips and tongue an intense source of pleasure that made her skin prickle in response. She had to say something, anything, but she couldn’t pull her thoughts away from imagining the feeling him between her legs with his manhood deep inside of her as they moved together, two becoming one. “Bring it,” she finally gasped, forcing herself away from him before rolling off him onto the bed and offering her arms in invitation.
He hovered over her on knees and elbows, staring into those enormous brown eyes, eyes that seemed to draw him in. A man could drown in those eyes, he said to himself as he lowered himself to her, taking her lips again.
I can’t stand it! her mind cried as he began to once again kiss down her jaw, along her neck and across her shoulder. She reached for him, needing to touch him, to give him pleasure as she received it, and took his cock into her hand. Again she delighted in feeling the soft skin of his member sliding over the steel like hardness underneath as she stroked and caressed. One hand on the back of his head, the long strands feeling incredibly erotic between her fingers, she guided his lips and tongue. She longed to feel the warm wetness of his mouth on her breasts, but he wouldn’t be rushed, her heat rising with every slow lick and kiss.
He could feel her pushing on his head, trying to drive him lower, but sometimes the journey was the reward, and he was enjoying this journey too much to be rushed. He moved slowly, kissing his way ever lower, his tongue dancing over her skin as he breathed deep, inhaling her scent. She smelled of vanilla and woman, a heady bouquet that made his pleasure centers flair with lightening like intensity.
“You better stop doing that,” he murmured as he swirled a tongue around her nipple.
“What?” she whispered, still slowly caressing his manhood.
“You know what,” he replied as he quickly moved to taste her lips once more.
Their kiss was deep, slow, and incredibly erotic, their tongues engaged in a slow dance, her hand pulling him into the kiss as she continued to massage him, her hips rocking in time with her stokes.
“Fuck…” he gasped as their lips parted, hanging tight to his control, sucking and kissing, moving down between her breasts, pulling his cock from her grip as he slowly moved lower.
Jessica moaned softly as he slowed his descent, kissing her stomach with such tender passion that she couldn’t stay quiet or still. She rocked her hips, thrusting against his chest, the pressure of each thrust causing a wave of need to pour over her.
After a seeming eternity of his kisses on her stomach he turned in the bed, moving to lie alongside of her. She felt a sudden rush of heat and began to move with him, sliding down and moving over him, placing her knees to either side of his head as she covered his beautiful body with her own. She wanted to gasp, to moan, to scream out her desire as his arms snaked around her hips and drew her womanhood down tight against his lips. Needing to make a sound, any sound, she began to coo and purr as she licked and teased him, trying to drive him as mad as he was driving her, his cock pulsing in her hand with every beat of his heart.
As she took him into her hot, wet, mouth he pulled her tighter to his face, trying to focus on pleasing her as her tongue touched and slithered around him. He started out softly, the flicks of his tongue and the caress of his lips fleeting touches, but as she increased the intensity of her fellation, he began to press her harder, his tongue probing deeper and harder as his lips grasped and tugged. With a sudden downward plunge, she took his entire length into her mouth, holding him there as his soft groan echoed in the room.
Scott’s low, deep, sexy rumble ignited her, making her flair with erotic fire. She had
sucked Luke’s cock many times, but his roughness had diminished her pleasure. She liked a good hard fuck as much as the next girl, but he often went too far, hurting her, holding his cock deep in her mouth until she gagged and had to fight free. But Scott, pleasuring her as she pleasured him, asking for nothing more than what she willingly gave, sent her soaring. Rather than sucking him off because it was expected, she found herself doing it because she wanted to, so she pressed, driving herself beyond her limits, wanting to give him more, ever more, pleasure.
He had many women in his past pleasure him with their mouths, some with great skill and enthusiasm, but never had one brought him so quickly to the edge of orgasm. He groaned again, breathing hard as he fought his approaching orgasm, his tongue slithered into all her secret places or lapped at her as a cat with cream, her nectar the sweetest he had tasted. He was going to come, and hard, but he wanted to hold out as long as possible, to draw this moment out forever.
His groan was her undoing. With a soft gasp her orgasm took her, warming her, making her feel alive in ways she hadn’t felt in years, perhaps ever. She held him in her mouth, her tongue making laps around his knob as she allowed the pleasure to wash over her in great cleansing waves. Then it was gone and she exhaled, luxuriating in the receding warmth as her orgasm drained out of her. His tongue still felt fantastic but he was no longer whipping her into a froth of desire. While she recovered, she was going to make him come so fucking hard…and then they were going to fuck their brains out.
He backed off slightly on the intensity of his cunnilingus as Jess relaxed out of her orgasm, giving her a chance to breathe and recover. As the rigidness left her muscles, she attacked his cock with renewed vigor, her hand and mouth working together to twist him up with pleasure. “Easy…easy…” he begged softly. “You’re going to make me come.”
Hearing him beg made her blood surge in excitement. Rather than slowing, she increased her efforts, trying to drive him over the edge. She took him deep again, taking him deeper than any man before him. She couldn’t suppress her gag but for a moment, but it was long enough that Scott’s hiss of pleasure as he hips slowly rose sent her excitement skittering off in a new direction.
“I’m going to come, Jess, baby. I can’t hold it,” he grunted. He wanted to attack her pussy again, but he was beyond being able to focus on anything except her mouth around his cock, her lips embracing him tightly and the soft, gentle, scrape of her teeth.
She pulled him from her mouth and stoked him hard and fast, her hand almost a blur on his saliva-slickened cock. After a moment she realized he wasn’t as close as she thought so she popped the head back into her mouth and gave it a good working over with her tongue.
“Jess! Stop! I can’t—”
She barely got him out of her mouth before he erupted, his essence striking her on her breasts. She began to coo again as she milked him, working every drop from him as she brushed his cock against her skin, his twitches, bucks, gasps and barks the single sexiest thing she had ever experienced.
“Ooh… look at the mess you made,” she purred, still rubbing his cock against her, using his own semen as lubricant.
With a great exhale, his orgasm left him, though Jess slapping him against her tits, or whatever she was doing down there, was still sending waves of pleasure screaming through him. He should be done, his cock on its way to becoming shriveled and useless, but he ached with his need for her.
He tossed her off of him with another of the sexy tiger growls he did, the sound making her pussy clinch in need. They scrambled in the bed, aligning themselves, when he shoved her hard back into the bed, his eyes intense as he stared at her. She gave her head a small twitch, daring him to try to tame her. His lips found her, his kiss torrid in its intensity, their hands tangling in each other’s hair to prevent the other’s escape. When he finally broke the kiss, Jess was all but panting in desire. What is it about him? she asked herself.
He reached to the side table and removed a condom from the package. He had made a mistake yesterday that he wouldn’t this morning, and he was looking forward to coming while inside of her.
Jess smile as Scott reached for the small package of condoms they had bought. Yesterday she has been so hot for him she hadn’t even thought of protection until he pulled out and came on her stomach.
That was another difference between Scott and her other lovers. They would have just come inside her, and if she got pregnant, that was her problem. That was why she made sure she was on the pill, though she hadn’t bothered to refill her prescription since… She shook her head to drive away the thoughts and then took the condom from his fingers and sheathed his sword. Tomorrow, I go back on the pill. This screwing around with a condom sucks!
“You ready to get fucked?” he growled softly, bringing his lips close to hers.
His words struck her like lightening, and she smiled back. “Are you?”
By way of answer he pulled back and she opened herself to him, but rather than driving in deep he took her hips and effortlessly flipped her to her stomach and drove her head and breasts to the bed before he entered her slowly, causing her to nearly swoon at the feeling of his passage.
He entered her and then paused, enjoying the hot tightness of her around him. He felt out of control, wanting to pound into her furiously until he came, his thoughts of slow, easy lovemaking burning away in the heat of passion.
“Hard,” she murmured, looking back over her shoulder him.
Those incredible eyes of hers, partially closed, looked over her shoulder and meeting his, her expression a cross between hard fucking sex goddess and sweet innocence, a look he would have sworn impossible were he not staring at it. He could deny her nothing, especially when it was what he wanted anyway. He changed his position, planting a foot on one side of her hips, his knee on the other. He began to move, slowly at first, but then exploded into motion.
Jess grunted as Scott slammed his hips into her ass, that beautiful cock of his hitting her just right. He was like an over-revved machine, taking her with a fury she had never experienced, his thrusts driving her forward on the bed. She leaned back into him to hold her position, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, and she gasped in disappointment that it was over so quickly. Before she could react, she felt him pull out, adjust his position, then enter her again, his angle of thrust changed and now truly hitting her just right. He bent over her back, pulling her up onto her hands and into his chest, one big hand going softly around her throat, his other arm around shoulders.
He held her tight, careful to not hurt her, squatting behind her while driving into her with as much speed and power as he could. His legs burned from the sustained effort, but he couldn’t stop, not with Jess snarling and panting under him as they fucked like animals, both so lost in their lust that cogent thought was impossible.
Scott’s roar as he plunged into her on last time, holding himself deep as he panted and kissed her neck savagely, pushed her over the edge. With a grunting gasp of her own she began to quiver, her legs and arms becoming weak as her climax ravaged her. With a gasp she collapsed to the bed, his weight falling on her driving him incredibly deep, the thrust renewing and extending her rapture.
He tumbled off of her with a gasp, his pulling out sending electric-like tingles radiating out from his still hard cock. “Fuck…” he gasped as he lay on the bed panting. He was spent from the two hard climaxes in—he looked at the bedside clock—thirty minutes.
Jess crawled into his arms, draping herself lazily across his chest, her breasts pressing into him, her lips softly caressing his own. They kissed, slowly, gently, their tongues wrapping in an embrace, loosening, then twisting together again, taking their time, basking in the glow of passion spent. After many long minutes she had finally taken her fill from his lips and she slid her hand slowly down his sculptured torso to taking his semi-erect penis in her hand.
“Ready to go again?” she whispered as she
began to kiss down his chest.
As her lips reached his manhood, covering him in soft kisses, he felt himself begin to harden. He had never been able to go three times in such quick succession before, but as he wrapped his hands in her hair, his eyes drifting closed in pleasure, he realized he was, indeed, ready to go again. Very ready.
Chapter Eighteen
Jessica rolled over and slapped at her alarm. Goddamnit! Let Kat open this morning! Finally the chirr of her phone penetrated her sleep-fogged mind and she realized where she was. She pulled her phone to her, the charging cord dragging a pen and paper onto the floor before snapping tight. She brusquely unplugged the phone and dropped the cord.
“’lo?” she mumbled.
“Jess? It’s Momma! Are you okay?”
“What?”
“I just talked to Val! He said you had run off with one of those Atlanta boys! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m okay. Why are you calling?”
“Why am I calling?” Kat squeaked from the phone. “You run off in the middle of the night with someone you hardly know, and you want to know why I’m calling? Where are you?”
