by Mandy Rosko
She didn't hesitate. It was like she'd been waiting for him to finally ask her that ever since she'd grabbed him and kissed him in her cell. "Hell yes."
Jessica pulled his mouth down for another kiss. A softer one, their mouths coming together easier that time. They opened for each other quickly and easily, soft and warm tongues coming together in a fluid motion.
This was a real lover’s kiss. Jessica pushed forward, again and again, until her tongue was exploring inside Soren’s mouth. She liked that, liked that he allowed her even that much control. It was the control she craved, the feeling of finally being able to make even the tiniest of decisions for herself.
That was what she wanted, what she’d desperately been needing this entire time. But it wasn’t the thing that sent jolts of pleasure shooting down her throat, like balls of crackling electricity firing rockets through her nerves as it rushed down her spine. It budded and pleased her nipples on the way before touching base at her sex, making it swell and fill with warmth and slick fluid then falling the rest of the way down her legs, slower that time. It finally stopped at her toes, making her curl them as she moaned.
And then another ball of lightning fire fell through her again, touching different nerves and making more hairs on her body stand on end. She felt kind of like one of those Plinko games from The Price Is Right in that moment.
Jessica let her hand slide up the back of Soren’s hair, loving the feel of it, gripping it just tight enough to hear him moan for her. Also, she needed to get the weird thoughts out of her head. That wasn’t helping her.
Soren let her have her way with him. He allowed her hands to roam, her tongue to push against his. He barely touched her in return. His hands were light on her body, sliding down to her shoulders then to her hips in such feather-light touches she barely registered them. Had it not been for the fact that her tongue was in his mouth, she might’ve thought they weren’t touching at all.
And that irritated her. It seemed wrong on so many levels, like he was insulting her by not touching her, and she needed to do something about it.
Jessica did the only thing that came immediately to mind. It wasn’t too original, but it got his attention for sure.
She let her hand slide down his white lab coat, her fingertips pressing against his chest just hard enough so he could feel the stimulation beneath the rest of his clothing.
The lab coat was clean and felt recently pressed, so the material was stiff as it went midway down his thighs, but she knew full well he felt it when her hand came to rest against his cock.
Even through the material of the coat and black slacks he wore underneath, she could tell how hard he was. She also felt the immediate throb as she put just enough pressure against his erection to make him shiver.
Jessica pressed her body closer, wanting to feel that pleasure with him. She pushed her chest against his. Jessica’s bra wasn’t anything special. It held her tits up well enough, but there wasn’t a whole lot of padding, either. Mostly it was lace, which allowed a lot more shocks of pleasure to light up through her nipples. It moved down to her clit when they were chest to chest, even with the rest of their clothes separating them from a more intimate contact. Lace against bare skin always did that to her.
But she wanted more. Once she’d gained some control, she wanted to feel what it was like to give up the tiny bit of power she did have to someone else, to Soren. She coaxed his tongue forward, abandoning his cock so she could hold onto his cheeks with both palms, her ultimate goal clear. She made sure he couldn’t mistake her intent.
He pulled back before she could lure his tongue into her mouth.
“Are you sure?”
“What?” she sputtered. It was rare for a guy to ask if she was sure, especially when she very clearly was. Plus, the smell of sex in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
“You don’t have to be a gentleman about this. Trust me, I want you to fuck me.” She wanted it so damned bad her hands shook as she worked the buttons on his lab coat. She moved fast, her fingers trembling a bit, as if both their lives depended on being naked, like their clothes had caught fire.
Something had caught fire, all right.
Soren frowned then shook his head. “No, I…I’m not going to fuck you. I can’t fuck you.”
Jessica’s fingers instantly yanked away from the buttons of his lab coat, fire or no fire. “What?” That time, the word left her mouth on a croak. She didn’t get it. Why change his mind? “Are you kidding?”
His frown deepened. “I don’t fuck a lot of people. I mean, I do, but I don’t want to do that with you. Not like that.”
The heavy sigh she heaved was so massive that Jessica’s throat and tongue hardly worked when she spoke, like everything was too swollen and dry to get out real words. “Oh! Oh, you’re talking about… oh…” She trailed off at the look on his face.
Soren really was a gentleman. He wanted to have sex with her, but not hard, fast and rough. He didn’t like it when it was called ‘fucking’, either apparently.
Considering the situation they were in, what else could there be?
Only one thing came to mind, and she knew it wasn’t right. Despite how much she liked him, there was no room for that. Not when her life was on the line.
“Soren, I know you like me—”
“I more than like you.”
She pretended to not catch that. “But I can’t just act like I’m in love with you. There’s too much going on.”
Soren was shaking his head even before she finished. “I’m not asking you to love me. Just to not use that word so much.”
“You used it.”
Soren rolled his eyes. “For Christ’s sake, I know. It’s not like I can’t stand ever hearing it, just not so much, and not when I want to be with you.”
Jessica blinked twice before she was able to respond. That had sounded…so very sweet. “Oh. Well, okay, that’s doable.”
And it was. Even though several weeks spent inside of a cell made her want to feel good, want the release that came with sex, it didn’t mean she wanted it to be crass. Part of her liked to think she had that much control over the situation, and if Soren was willing to give it to her, then why not?
“All right then, Soren. I want you to have sex with me. Can you do that?”
Soren didn’t hesitate. He nodded, and something glinted in those blue eyes that made Jessica shiver. “Most definitely.”
Chapter Nine
It was a nice, solid reminder of Soren's strength when he put his arms around her waist and lifted her into the air, swift and clean. He had no trouble holding her weight at all.
She wasn't a big girl by any means, and so long in that cell with minimal exercise meant her muscle mass had diminished, but a hundred and twenty pounds wasn't anything to sneeze at, either.
Most guys who could lift that weight still did it with some effort. With Soren, though, it was like there was none at all. There was no hesitation in the way he pulled her up.
Jessica liked strong guys, but she wasn't into overly muscled ones, either. She preferred that in the men she'd dated because it left her feeling that, if she was ever found out as the goddamned snow queen, or if the guy she was with turned out to be abusive, she could at least handle herself, defend herself.
Soren was just perfect
Jessica's thoughts immediately moved away from that line of thinking when Soren brought her over to a table. It was long and wide, made of steel. Probably the sort of thing the refreshments were served on while the very rich watched their entertainment.
Soren laid her on the metal surface. It was so cold she could feel the chill through her clothes.
"You jumped," Soren said.
"It's cold."
Soren's eyes widened. "I didn't think the cold would affect you."
She shrugged. "I can handle more than most other people, and my own cold hardly bothers me at all, but I still notice it."
Soren's lips thinned, and she could see
he was thinking about what she'd just said. "Don't ever tell that to any of the handlers, or to any of the doctors who work in the building. They'll probably think of some way to use that against you."
Jessica nodded. She already knew that. Which was why it was confusing as hell to her that she'd blabbed it to Soren.
Despite her limited amount of trust for him, she still knew she shouldn't have told him something like that.
Though it bothered her that she had let it slip, she allowed that worry to melt away when Soren's fingers touched her. At first, his fingertips came into contact with the buttons of her shirt, like he was about to slowly unbutton her blouse and reveal her lacy bra.
Jessica's breath hitched and held when his hands moved down, down, down, until his palm was cupping her between her legs, over the jeans she wore. He applied enough pressure that Jessica's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in a shaky, nearly silent gasp.
Soren's mouth descended on hers when her lips parted, kissing her, claiming her, showing so much more courage and command than he had when they'd kissed not two minutes before.
And it was fucking unbelievable.
Jessica's hands trembled. They barely worked for her, despite the signals her brain sent to the rest of her body. She grabbed his shoulders after what seemed like several minutes of trying, gripping him tight.
She held onto him like he was a lifejacket and she was out in the water, unable to swim, like he was the only person who could chase away the dark and scary things that surrounded her in the night.
Oh, God, that was so dumb. So dumb and so juvenile, but she couldn't help herself.
The only hint of that shy Soren from before was the fact that he didn't exactly shove his tongue into her mouth.
It came forward slowly, carefully, testing the waters. The tip of his tongue slowly slid over her lips before gently dipping inside.
Jessica gripped the back of Soren's head, his hairs clutched between her fingertips as she moaned and pressed her lips around his tongue, trying with everything she had to coerce him to move inside her.
It was just his tongue. It wasn't like she had his cock in her hands yet, but this was just as important. More so because it was happening in that moment, while Soren's palm rubbed up and down against her clit. The fact that they weren't skin to skin, that his hand wasn't on top of her without the denim in the way, his fingers pushing inside of her, made her toes curl. The tease was beautiful because it was still so damned good.
She pulled her mouth away from his long enough to get one small thing out. "I could come just like this," she said, kissing him again.
His tongue came forward once more, quickly that time, diving a little deeper into her mouth, a little faster and a little more confidant. Then he pulled away, his face remaining close enough that their noses still touched, his warm breath ghosting over her.
"You haven't come in a while. You're going to be sensitive."
He kissed her again before she could say anything.
Not that she wanted to do anymore talking just then, because he was right. He was so right. Being watched and having men she was meant to fight and kill thrown at her had put her body's needs on hold.
But Soren touching her like this—his hand between her legs, stimulating pleasure with every firm forward press, his warm, soft tongue slipping inside of her—made everything vanish behind a heavy veil she couldn't see through.
She didn't want to see through it, either. She could have been back home at her apartment, in her own bed, Soren on top of her, teasing her, making her ache more so than she already did, and that was absolutely perfect.
The shocks of pleasure returned, warming her from her sex to the rest of her body. Jessica had this funny image in her mind that Soren was stoking an actual fire, or trying to, with the way the burning increased inside of her and spread.
Flames and electricity sizzled in her veins and fought for control. The flames were exquisite, making her moan and clutch at Soren so he would never stop. The electricity inside of her did what all electricity did when it shocked a person—it left parts of her body straining, yet paralyzed. Whenever she listed her hips, pushing her clit harder against his hand, her butt just stopped, immobilized in the air for a few seconds until she regained control of her muscles. Her legs did the same thing, along with her hands and fingers and toes. Sometimes, wherever the shocks were the worst, she couldn’t move, and it was the best kind of torture.
The hot ache, the building bubble inside of her, got to be so powerful she couldn’t hold it back anymore. It was pressing against her inner walls, demanding to be released.
Jessica barely managed to pull away from the kiss she was still enjoying to give a forewarning about what was going on inside of her. “S-Soren, I’m gonna come.”
“Good,” he said. “That’s what I want. I want you to come, get wet for me.”
She already was wet, but she assumed he wanted more, so she didn’t argue.
There was no arguing about anything when she opened her mouth, a harsh cry wracking her throat and echoing throughout the large room.
Her shout was a lot more shrill, and the sound was a shock even to her own ears. She didn’t care, though. She was so beyond caring, especially since she wanted more.
The orgasm should have ended it for her. That was why she’d wanted to warn Soren. Jessica didn’t usually feel a need to orgasm, to have to do it or she’d go insane, immediately after already coming once.
In fact, that never happened.
Soren’s hands were on her cheeks, his mouth down on hers again, his tongue pressing inside of her mouth, licking her deep. Almost like he was trying to taste the satisfied yell she’d let out. His mouth was harsh and desperate, and Jessica welcomed it. She loved it. She pushed her tongue back against his own, fighting for dominance since he could give her the opportunity to have some fun.
And he put up a good fight, moaning when she gripped his hair tight, shocking him. When he opened his mouth in a silent gasp from the pain, she pushed her tongue back into his mouth.
It was wet and probably not so romantic to watch, which was why she was glad there were no cameras. It was the most passionate kiss she’d ever experienced in her entire life.
Jessica sat up as much as she could, and her fingers moved against the buttons of his white jacket, pulling at them, undoing them. Soren’s hands rushed to help her. His fingers trembled and they had trouble keeping their mouths together, so they didn’t, allowing Soren to stand straight and yank the coat off his shoulders when all the buttons were taken care of.
Jessica immediately grabbed his belt. Her body trembled as she struggled to loosen it, but it was worse than having one of those rings filled with a thousand keys and being in a hurry to unlock a door. Soren’s hands went to the back of her head, touching her hair, and he moaned when Jessica finally pulled open the belt. She thrust her hand quickly beneath the waist of his pants, searching for his hard, warm cock. She gripped it tight, and all those romance novel descriptions about velvet over a steel rod and what have you were spot-on in that moment. She couldn’t think of any other way to describe it, other than to add that the head was enormous.
She wanted to free him, to put his cock in her mouth, and the way his fingers laced through her hair told her the same.
Jessica gripped his length, which was slightly curved but pleasantly so, and used her other hand to work the button and zipper of Soren’s pants. He moaned in anticipation.
An obnoxious, long and drawn-out buzzer went off. They both jumped and all but flew away from each other, Jessica still on the table, Soren working to right his clothes.
“Yes?” Soren asked, his voice surprisingly calm, though Jessica could hear the slight shiver inside of it, the thing he couldn’t quite hide as he spoke to…whoever it was.
Charles, fucking Charles, answered. “Mr. Layton wants to know how your tests with the prisoner are going.”
Jessica searched around for the source of the intercom, not a
ble to breathe until she saw it, and was able to note there wasn’t a monitor with it. Charles couldn’t see what she and Soren had been preparing to do. Thank God. Probably another safety precaution set up by Layton to keep some secretary from accidentally turning it on and revealing what was down there, especially if there were police or press on the other side.
When her heart left her sinuses and the panic cleared, Jessica was angry. She balled her fists and shrieked furiously inside her head. Of all the fucking times Charles had to scare the hell out of them with that noise and buzz through an intercom, he chose that exact moment?
Soren’s eyes widened, and he looked down at Jessica. “The prisoner, yes, she’s doing well. Still getting some exercise, but she’s used some of her power over cold on the dummies. Things seem to be going well enough, though she shows some struggle. Probably a result of post-traumatic stress after the other paranormals were put into her cell with her.”
The more he spoke, the calmer his voice sounded, and the more believable he was. Jessica almost believed him, and she was the one he was talking about. His words were clear and almost rehearsed.
Well, not so much rehearsed as repetitive. With a sickening dread, Jessica recalled what he did for a living. He probably had to drone on and on about test subjects and theories and progress with paranormals all the time.
There was a light pause as Charles took that in. “All right. Well, I’ll let Mr. Layton know. How much longer do you need?”
“An hour should be fine.”
Jessica tensed. She didn’t believe an hour was anywhere nearly enough time to do what she needed to do, what she and Soren obviously wanted to do.
Charles must’ve been satisfied with the answer, because the buzzer sounded again and the intercom went off.
It was just the two of them once more.
Jessica turned her focus back to Soren, taking in the look in his eyes, his body language as he wiped his face with his hand, and how he didn’t seem to know where to stand.
“I take it this isn’t happening anymore?”
