"Ford," I whimpered as my body instinctively stilled and went limp.
"It's even hotter when I manage to win, isn't it, honey?" he murmured in amusement into my neck, his lips and facial hair tickling and teasing me.
Fuck that. I growled at him as I fought again, squirming and wriggling underneath him. He responded by straddling my hips with his knees while holding each of my wrists in the warm firm grip of his hands. I was effectively trapped, and he smiled darkly down at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"So wild, so fierce," he rumbled seductively. "Only I can tame you. Right, my gorgeous Jen?"
My eyes widened in surprise. He called me his. Elation flooded my body. "Y...yes, Ford. Yes, sir." My body instinctively submitted with a relaxed sigh. He chose that moment to yank my tight white T-shirt up my torso and used it to bind my wrists together in one swift motion. His lips curled up into a smug smile of victory. He ignored my sudden glare and slid his hands down my arms to my breasts, palming them roughly over my bra and kneading them until I moaned. I began lowering my arms.
"Stop," he snapped out with a hard stare. I instantly stilled at his commanding tone. "Don't you dare move those arms."
With a defiant glare, I ignored him and reached for him anyway. Ford scowled at me and snarled deeply. The next thing I knew, I was being manhandled across Ford's lap with my ass in the air, and my jeans and thong yanked down to my ankles. I fought to get up, but his palm pressing on my back held me in place.
"Remember what I told you about punishment, Jen?" he asked in a low growl. My brain struggled to recall and came up blank. Smack! A solid stinging blow landed on my right ass cheek. I jumped and yelped in surprise. "Answer me, Jen." He rubbed the sting away with a firm palm. My pussy began to throb in time with my pounding heart.
"You...you like it," I mewled out as my brain finally managed to gather a thought.
"I misspoke last night, Jen. 'Like' isn't a strong enough word." He leaned in close to my left ear. "I love it," he whispered harshly.
His palm crashed down on my left cheek now, my body jerking in reaction. A long deep moan spilled from my lips as he rubbed the pain away, turning it into radiant heat that oozed straight to my clit. I was suddenly soaking wet. Holy shit, what the hell was Ford doing to me?
"Spread your legs," he demanded, his voice deep and kind of scary, but in a very very good way. I obeyed immediately, hoping he would do what I thought he was going to do next. I wasn't disappointed as Ford's thick fingers slipped between my legs and began stroking my pussy teasingly. I growled in frustration as I wiggled my hips, trying to get more friction.
Smack! His open hand came down even harder this time across both cheeks. I yelped, then moaned as his palm soothed the pain away yet again. My clit was so swollen now that it almost hurt. His hand returned to my pussy, but the relief I craved didn't come. He teased and tortured me even more, his fingers all over me, but never quite touching my clit as he massaged my tender flesh.
"Ford, please," I begged through panting breaths.
"Begging already, Jen?" he asked archly as he continued tormenting me with his fingers. "I thought you had more fight in you than that." That made me angry and I writhed on his lap, trying to move my clit over to his fingers. He merely laughed darkly and spanked me again. I cried out from the sharp sting of pain, but he once again turned it into pleasure with his massaging hand. I felt like I'd spontaneously combust if I didn't come soon.
"Goddamn it, Ford," I snarled at him in frustration. "Let me fucking co-"
Two of Ford's fingers were suddenly inside me, his fingers scissoring and turning my words into a long wail as an orgasm blasted through me. I arched my back as my body convulsed from the sheer force of it, and I was stunned and shaking all over when it finally ebbed.
"You want to fucking come, Jen?" he asked next to my ear in a low fiendish voice. "How about I make you come until you beg me to stop?"
His fingers moved inside me again, his thumb pushing firmly on my clit. Another fiery orgasm hit me hard, this time lasting even longer as Ford drew it out until it felt like I might burn away to ashes. When it miraculously ended, I barely had time to catch my breath before he did it again and then again. I felt hazy and lost after my fourth release, like I was losing myself to the pleasure. I didn't even know who or where I was anymore.
"Ford," I blurted out pathetically in a breathless voice as I slumped languorously across his lap feeling lost and overwhelmed. "Please...I don't...I can't..."
Suddenly, Ford turned me over and cradled me close to his chest. His strong arms managed to anchor me, and I could breathe again. I was still a little lost in orgasmic bliss and could barely focus on his face. I felt his knuckles caress my cheek. I hummed in mindless pleasure.
"Jen," he said in a soft worried tone. "What's your color, honey?"
"I...I...I..." I babbled as my brain struggled to figure out an answer.
"Green, yellow, or red, honey?" he murmured comfortingly. "I need you to answer so I know you're okay and still with me." He continued caressing my cheek. "It's okay if you need to stop or slow down."
"Y...yellow," I whispered. I closed my eyes in defeat. "I'm...I'm sorry," I whimpered apologetically, feeling like a failure again. I felt tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
"Shh." Ford pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. "There's nothing to be sorry for, honey." He kissed me again, his warm soft lips moving slow and sweet against mine. "I told you that I'd give you everything you need tonight, no matter what that is."
He laid me on the bed without another word. He unbound my wrists from my shirt, pulled my bra off, then slipped my jeans and thong the rest of the way off of my legs along with my heels. He rose and stripped his own clothes off swiftly. My eyes were riveted to the rippling muscles of his massive body. His cock was so hard and so huge. I suddenly felt achingly empty inside and needed him so badly that I could think of nothing else.
"Please, Ford," I mewled out as I writhed on the bed. "I need you."
He let out a deep shuddering sigh and hastily got a condom out of his jeans. He sheathed himself and crawled onto the bed to hover over me. "Jen," he whispered harshly between panting breaths. "I need you too."
I spread my legs, offering my body to him. All the fight in me was long gone, and all I wanted was Ford inside me, filling me up and claiming me. He nestled his hips between my thighs, the head of his cock teasing my pussy. His lips fell on mine, and he kissed me into insensibility, his body trembling with need as he held himself above me on his forearms.
I sifted my fingers through the silky strands of his hair, loving the way his beard tickled my face as his lips moved on mine. He started pushing himself slowly into me, groaning deeply as the wide crown parted my swollen sensitive lips. My body welcomed him in readily, rippling and clamping down around him as he steadily filled me up.
"Holy hell," he moaned against my mouth. "You're so fucking tight, Jen. So fucking good."
I wrapped my legs around his waist and coaxed him in deeper, the head of his dick bumping against the end of me almost painfully. His hips began to move in a slow rolling motion, and I could feel the muscles of his ass flexing under my heels with each breathtaking thrust. Ford's hand slid up my body to wrap around my throat in a firm yet gentle grip as he panted harsh deep breaths into my neck. He hit this same magical spot deep inside me over and over again, building a massive orgasm that I feared would decimate me when it finally hit.
"Jenny," he whispered, his tone laced with emotion like I'd never heard before. "I...I..." He moaned before finishing what he started to say, but I was too far gone in the moment to wonder about it. "Oh fuck. Oh, honey."
He suddenly pushed down into me hard and deep, pressing that wondrous spot and igniting my body into pure rapture. My orgasm crashed into me sending me soaring with pleasure and this completely unexpected blast of emotion from our connection that leveled me. It felt so good, too good, and it scared the living shit out of me. The last time I felt anyth
ing like this was with Carter, right before he took my innocence and then destroyed my fragile heart. This was all too good to be true, and Ford was going to destroy me all over again. My long wail of pleasure suddenly turned into a harsh shuddering sob that shook my body.
Ford's body convulsed above me, a long deep growl rumbling through his chest as he started to come. He moaned out my name repeatedly, that same emotional tone from earlier coloring his voice. I felt him pulsing inside me as he poured his pleasure into me.
I continued sobbing and whimpering even as my release faded and Ford finally stilled above me. Wordlessly, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his side, taking me with him and wrapping me up in his big warm body. He tucked my head into his neck with a gentle hand on the back of my neck, holding me close while I wept.
"Shh, honey," he murmured sweetly as he stroked my hair. "I feel it too. It's okay."
I didn't know what he was talking about, because I was pretty sure what he was feeling wasn't anything like I felt at all. Terror tinged despair was crashing over me, drowning me, and I didn't know what to do. I was only his when we had sex, I wasn't a girlfriend or anything else for that matter. He made that perfectly clear when he introduced me to his friends. I would never truly be his, because I couldn't be. Like Tori said, I wasn't the kind of girl who men dated. I didn't have anything else to offer Ford except my body. I was just a really good fuck and nothing more. I'd never felt so empty or alone before in my entire life.
Chapter 8
Ford
I woke with a smile like every morning since I met Jenny, and it widened as I felt her in my arms. She felt so warm and right curled up against me, with our legs tangled together as we faced each other. I tightened my arms around her, tucked her head under my chin, and breathed in the intoxicating scent of Jen and sex for several long moments. I opened my eyes and leaned back to admire her flawless face. She was completely relaxed in sleep with her long lashes resting gently on the tops of her cheeks. She was so gorgeous, with her full lips and her cute little nose.
I thought about last night, and how good it felt inside her and the rush of emotion that overwhelmed me. I barely caught myself before I told her that I loved her, not wanting to scare her off. The sheer truth of last night's revelation blew me away. I think she felt it too, if her tears after our shared climax were any indication. I tried to reassure her and told her that I felt what was happening between us too, but she fell asleep before saying anything. Holy hell, I hoped she felt the same, because I didn't dare to ask.
Last night at the bar threw me off completely. I didn't think twice about taking Jen out to see Raina sing at The Hole. It didn't occur to me that I had literally never taken a girl there with me before, not even Sarina. The shocked reactions of everyone I ran into freaked me out. I didn't want Jen to know that I was just as completely clueless about relationships as she seemed to be, so I muddled through the night as best as I could. I wanted to introduce her as my girlfriend, but I didn't know how she'd react to that. I didn't want to say she was just a friend, because she was so much more than that to me, so I didn't call her anything.
Toward the end of the night, she seemed upset about something. When I asked her if she was okay, she denied anything was wrong. I wasn't sure if I believed her, but I didn't want to pressure her, so I let it go. By the time I got her home, and she pounced on me, she seemed fine, so I forgot about it. Now in the light of day, I was starting to worry and fret that I was going to fuck this whole thing up.
Jen started to stir in my arms, letting out a soft low moan that sounded so damn sexy. Hell, everything she did was sexy to me. Her sapphire eyes fluttered open and focused on me blearily. Yet again her gaze felt like a sucker punch to the gut that made my heart race.
"Good morning, gorgeous," I murmured and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "It felt so good inside you last night, honey." She began to frown, and I didn't know why. I leaned in and kissed her in an attempt to banish her frown, terrified that I somehow put it there and desperate to make it go away. Her lips parted immediately for me, and I claimed her mouth with slow languid strokes of my tongue, tasting and feeling her. My God, I wanted her all over again, and I felt myself getting hard. I couldn't get enough of her tight little body. My body tingled and shivered with need and want. An overwhelming urge to tell her I loved her hit me again, just like last night, and I fought it down. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to keep holding it in.
When I pulled back, she was breathless and glassy eyed, and I somehow managed to wipe that frown right off of her face. I almost sighed in relief as a sexy smile spread across her lips. I grabbed her thigh and pulled her leg over mine, pushing my dick against her belly and grinding my thigh into her clit. She moaned and whimpered in delight, and I found myself wishing that I could just slide into her right now. I wondered what it would feel like to be bare inside her.
I couldn't even remember the last time I had sex without a condom. It was probably when I was a stupid teenager. I'd never actually considered it as an adult until now, but with Jen, I wanted that closeness and intimacy. We'd obviously need to be tested for STDs before we did anything like that. I was half tempted to bring it up, but how did I bring up the subject or ask if that was something she wanted without her realizing how serious I was about us? My hands felt tied as I continued to flail my way blindly through this relationship. I didn't know what to do about any of that, but maybe I could show her with my body how I felt. I sure as hell didn't know what else to do.
I ran my hands all over every inch of her skin that I could reach, and kissed her harder this time, feeling needy and demanding. She responded by latching her fingers into my hair and undulating against me, whimpering and moaning in need.
"Jen," I groaned out. "I want you."
"Ford," she whispered with need. I'd never tire of hearing her say my name like that. It damn near unmanned me every time. I rolled away from her long enough to get a condom out of my wallet from my jeans that were on the floor. I wished like hell I didn't need it as I sheathed my cock. I rolled back to face her, and lifted her leg up over mine again.
She was already wet for me as I slid into her easily. Fuck, she was so tight and warm and soft inside. I growled and grabbed her ass, so I could grind myself deeper into her body. She sank her nails into my chest and moaned deliciously. I watched her eyes flutter closed, and her face slackened. Holy hell, I loved the way she responded to me, loved the sounds she made when I was inside her.
I watched her face as I thrust slowly in and out of her, thinking about her smile, her wicked sarcastic humor, and how much I loved spending time with her. I love you, Jen. I willed the unspoken words to get to her somehow. I wished that I dared to tell her how I felt, but the fear of her running away stilled my tongue. I watched her until her body convulsed and shuddered as her orgasm rushed through her, a long keening wail spilling from her lips. I followed right behind her, my body lighting on fire as pleasure scorched through me along with an overwhelming rush of emotion. I didn't know it could be like this. I'd never felt sex like this before I found Jenny.
"I love fucking you, Jen," I groaned out. It was the closest I could get to telling her the truth. "Your body is so perfect, so good."
I rolled away for a moment to discard the condom, then pulled her close and breathed her in with a deep satisfied sigh. Wordlessly, Jen burrowed her face against my neck, her body trembling in my arms. That had to mean she felt it too, didn't it? Holy hell, I was completely lost here, so I just held her until I fell asleep.
When I woke again, I was alone in Jen's bed. I opened my eyes and glanced around the room. The bathroom door was closed, and I could hear the shower running. A slow smile spread across my lips as I decided to join her. I climbed out of bed and stretched in anticipation of some fun in the shower with Jen. I went to the door and tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. I frowned. Why would she lock me out? Didn't she trust me?
I walked back over to the bed and sat down, run
ning a hand through my hair and wondering if this was a bad sign. Maybe I was fucking this up, but I didn't know what I did.
The shower turned off, and I thought she would come out then, but minutes went by, and I could hear her moving around in there. When the sound of a hair dryer kicked in, I laid back on the bed to wait. I ended up drifting off to sleep again and was awoken when the bathroom door finally opened. I rolled toward her, and saw that she was fully dressed in khaki Bermuda shorts and a red T-shirt. She avoided my eyes as she walked toward me.
"Um," she said uncomfortably. "I...I forgot that I have plans with my family today." She shifted on her feet, still not looking at me. "I have to get going pretty soon." Her voice was matter-of-fact, and to be honest, almost seemed kind of cold to me.
"Uh..." I sat up and swung my legs off the bed, scratching my head in confusion. "Alright."
"I'm sorry." She stared at her feet as a lost hurt look flashed across her features.
"It's okay." I rose and went to her, wanting to comfort her. I pulled her into an embrace, and she stiffened slightly as I hugged her.
After a brief moment, she pulled away and bent over to start picking up my clothes. When she straightened, she handed them to me with a tight smile. I stood there holding my clothes as I stared at her, wondering what the hell was going on.
"I...I really need to leave soon, Ford." Her eyes still looked forlorn to me, even as her tone sounded dismissive. Shit, I did fuck this up somehow. I didn't want to make it worse though, so I nodded and started getting dressed. I shook my head in confusion as she walked out of the room.
When I went out to the living room, she was standing near the door with her purse and keys. She immediately headed down the stairs to her front door and all I could do was follow her helplessly. When we made it outside and stopped between our vehicles, she looked anywhere but at me as I stood in front of her.
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