There had come a point during the night where Jessa stopped wondering why her gaze kept returning to the dark corners of the bar. She accepted the tantalizing glimpse of people living events she’d not thought of in the last nineteen years.
Her cotton panties were damp from the constant arousal. It was hard to say if the new erotic awareness sweeping her body was because of the things she saw or because of Connor’s steady black gaze. Anytime she looked around the room, her eyes would lock with his. The odd sensation was becoming hard to ignore. Even harder to disregard was the rising sense of anticipation that sent her heart rate soaring when their eyes met and held.
It was 2:00 a.m. when the last drunken customer fumbled his way into a taxi on the cobbled street out front. Jessa watched the yellow vehicle lurch into motion and vaguely wondered if the poor cab driver was going to have to clean his seats before his shift was done.
“Excuse me, please.”
The breathy voice belonged to a strangely familiar, though scantily clad, woman standing expectantly at the door. “Sorry, it’s past last call. Maybe come back tomorrow night, hmm?”
The leggy dark-haired temptress chuckled, the sound even breathier than her speech if that were possible. “You’ve got it all wrong, sweetheart.”
“She’s all right.”
Connor’s voice rumbled through the doorway as he approached. Jessa quickly stepped aside and the woman eased her way into the bar on her five hundred dollar an hour stilettos.
The heels jogged Jessa’s memory. The leggy brunette was Alex’s lover.
Apparently, it was a regular thing between the two of them because she was flinging off her clothes as she walked to meet him. Her transparent camisole went flying through the air and fluttered to the floor. It was quickly followed by Alex’s shirt, which he obligingly tossed on the growing pile.
“Been waiting for you all night.” Alex’s grumble belied his grin.
“Anticipation makes it better.”
“Saucy wench,” Alex murmured before grabbing the back of her head and devouring her mouth.
She sighed with pleasure as his hands settled on her bare breasts. Alex flicked his thumbs back and forth to make her nipples harden into tiny pink peaks. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he lowered his head and pulled one of the hard buds into his mouth. She flung her head back and writhed against him.
Alex tightened his grip on her full breast and drew his teeth across her nipple. The pale pink areola was vivid against the white of his teeth. Jessa pulled her own lip into her mouth and bit down hard but couldn’t stifle her tiny gasp. Alex looked up at the noise. His blue eyes sought hers and held as he laved his tongue around the swollen, elongated nipple.
Jessa’s soft cry of surprise rang in her ears.
“They like it that we’re watching, Jessa,” Connor’s voice brought her abruptly back to the moment. “That’s why Alex is looking over here. He’s enjoying your reaction.”
“I’ve got no reaction,” Jessa snapped.
“None?”
The question in his voice was unmistakable. It was a growl, his chest rumbling as he stepped behind her. The front door was still open. Cool air swept across the heated flesh of her arms and neck, raising gooseflesh. She desperately wanted to lift her long hair away from the nape of her neck to feel the wash of air on her flushed skin. She resisted the urge. She didn’t want Connor to know how much the whole scene affected her.
* * *
She was desperately fighting the arousal. A fine sheen of perspiration coated her face and neck. Tension racked her muscles. Connor wondered what it cost her to deny her own sexuality each and every day. And more importantly, why did she do it?
Jessa’s eyes continually moved back to Alex and Isabel. The slender secretary with the long black hair and gray eyes was his latest favorite. And while Connor generally enjoyed their frantic rendezvous, he had eyes for none but Jessa.
It was so tempting to take her, bend her over the bar, and fuck her; forget the sensitive bullshit.
But it wasn’t that simple anymore. Connor might have wanted to get her out of his system, but Jessa wasn’t a one-night stand. And one night wasn’t going to be enough. He wanted hundreds of nights. A thousand chances to spread her thighs, stretch her cunt wide with his fingers and press his cock deep inside her wet pussy wouldn’t be enough.
He was a God damned fool.
So instead of roughly spinning her around and pushing her against the bar only a few steps away, Connor gently lifted her hair from her neck. The thick mass of honey-colored silk was heavier than it looked. He reveled in the texture while inhaling deeply of the faint rosemary and mint scent of her shampoo.
“What are you doing?” she demanded tensely.
“I’m going to help you relax, Jessa.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need to…Oh!”
Jessa’s words died when his big, supple fingers began to work the knotted tension from her neck. Her chin dropped and Connor saw her eyes begin to slide shut.
“No, keep watching them, Jessa.”
She wanted to tell him to stop. Connor could feel the protest in the tension of her spine. But he ignored her inhibitions and continued his slow assault.
Connor moved closer before pulling Jessa back against him. Her voluptuous frame was small in comparison to his. The top of her head rested against his pectorals and his groin nestled in the small of her back. Her body heat fueled his lust and made his cock leap to full attention. Connor considered shifting his body to keep her unaware of his erection. But he wanted her to know how affected he was by her.
She was still watching Alex and Isabel. A smile ghosted over Connor’s features. Alex’s jeans barely rested on the tilt of his hips as he stood with his back braced against a column. His thick cock was deep inside Isabel’s warm mouth. The way she suckled and laved over his shaft and sac you would’ve thought she needed their sustenance to live. Her moans were punctuated with sharp shouts of pleasure from Alex until he could no longer take the torture. He abruptly grabbed the sides of her head with his hands and held her mouth still while he pumped his cock in and out of her throat. She squealed in excitement and grabbed his ass to pull him closer.
“She wants him to cum in her mouth,” Connor whispered in Jessa’s ear.
Jessa’s voice was hoarse. “Why would she want something like that?”
“She craves the taste of his cum. Isabel loves to suck him dry and beg for more.”
“Will he,” Jessa swallowed thickly. “Will he cum in her mouth?”
“No, he wants to feel her pussy milk his cock.”
Her knees gave way with his announcement. Connor braced her light weight against his torso and settled her in his arms. Jessa’s hands gripped his forearms until her knuckles turned white. She didn’t seem to realize that she wasn’t standing under her own power.
Connor growled deep in his throat. His self-control was slipping away. But his thoughts and desires were jumbled, and he was of two minds as to how he should proceed. It was getting damn hard to keep his intentions straight, or even to remember exactly what they were.
He bit back a groan at the thought of Jessa’s sweet pussy. To plunge his cock in and out of her cunt until she came undone, her voice breaking over his name.
But something stayed his lust, funneled his fierce sexual appetite into the gentle caresses and coaxing encouragement he sensed Jessa desperately needed.
So instead of ripping her jeans from her body and shoving his cock balls-deep in her hot slit, he splayed one big hand across her belly and used the other one to unclasp her bra and discard both it and her snug shirt.
Her full breasts swung forward and brushed the back of his hand. Connor shifted until he could rub the soft underside of each breast. Her breath hitched and she would’ve looked up at him but for Alex’s sudden movement across the room.
Alex pulled his cock roughly from his lover’s mouth and picked her up. Isabel’s mini skirt landed unceremoniously atop the pi
le on their way past. Without wasting another second, he carried her to a table and laid her on top. Hooking his finger into her thong, he impatiently pulled it aside and flung her legs over his shoulders.
Alex gave Jessa one more piercing blue glance to make certain she was watching before he plunged his huge cock deep inside Isabel’s wet cunt. Isabel cried his name and arched her back in ecstasy. Alex pounded in and out of her pussy at a furious pace. The wet sound of their flesh coming together tore a soft moan from Jessa’s throat.
Connor was struck with a mighty wave of desire by the tiny sound. Forcing his brain to concentrate on the woman in his arms and not his rock hard erection, he cupped her breasts. As he’d thought, they fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. Rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, he was rewarded with another moan.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” she protested weakly.
“Yes, I should.”
“It’s not…it’s just not appropriate.”
“Fuck appropriate.”
“If feels so…” she broke off as if she couldn’t decide what to say.
“How does it feel?”
“Good. Strange. I don’t know anymore.”
Connor chuckled and swept her up into his arms. Depositing her gently on the bar, he replaced his fingers with his mouth on her right breast before Jessa had time to voice an objection.
Her voice broke on a word that might’ve been his name.
“Easy, Jessa,” he rumbled against her taut nipple. “We’ve only a short way to go tonight.”
“Why?” she gasped.
Because he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back.
Connor gorged on her breasts, filling his mouth with them each in turn until she was limp against his arm, unable to hold herself up.
“Lift your hips,” he demanded roughly.
She complied without a word, arching her back. Connor skillfully unsnapped and unfastened her slacks with his free hand while lustily suckling her swollen pink nipples. He slid the soft material past her knees and left it.
“Look at me, Jessa.”
Her eyes were hazy with passion, glinting whiskey brown in the dim lights above the bar. Bracing her weight on her hands, Jessa spread her legs for Connor as if she were unable to keep them closed. As if her hot, aching flesh wanted him to bring her to peak as badly as he wanted to do it.
Jessa’s thighs were smooth and pale beneath his callused palms. Connor slid his hands gently toward their apex. He wanted to savor every moment. From the sight of her legs opening before him to the heady scent of the sweet cream flooding her pussy.
The honey-brown curls of her pubic thatch were close cropped into a narrow strip. Connor spread her wider and was rewarded by a glimpse of hot pink flesh between her legs. Her inner labia were engorged and slick with her hot juices. Connor ran three fingers through her curls until they rested against the heat of Jessa’s pussy lips. Spreading her wide, Connor took his first look at the beauty of Jessa’s hot cunt open wide to his eyes.
She was sweet perfection. The hood of her clitoris opened and he could see the throb of her heartbeat at the apex of the tiny nub. Deep within her folds lay the puckered entrance to her vagina, pink and damp with cream.
Jessa shuddered at his touch, her knees quivering and her head lolling back as he held her open with one hand and used a finger to stroke her from perineum to clit. Soaking his fingers in her creamy juice, Connor slid them rhythmically along her slit until each stroke drew a wail from Jessa’s mouth.
Still stroking her wet slit, Connor leaned forward and pressed his lips to the pulse point below her ear. “I’m going to slide my fingers inside you, Jessa.”
She whimpered as he used one finger to penetrate her tight sheath.
“You’re so fucking hot, Jessa. Can you feel how tight you are around my finger?”
She tried to nod, but was lost when he pushed another finger inside her cunt and spread them to stretch her vagina. Connor withdrew his fingers just long enough to thrust them back inside. She shuddered around him, convulsing against his hand.
“Relax sweetheart; we’re nowhere near done,” Connor soothed.
He inserted another long finger into her pussy and watched her melt around him. Jessa’s legs went rigid and she cried out as her hips bucked involuntarily. Connor rubbed the pad of ribbed muscle inside her vagina, pushing against her pelvic bone until she was almost weeping from the exquisite pressure.
“Connor, please!” she gasped.
“Please what?”
“I-I don’t know! I can’t keep going! I can’t do this!”
A lusty smile curved his mouth and Connor increased his pace, thrusting in and out with such force that his hand pounded against her. Each insertion was punctuated by a wet pop as he pulled his fingers free only to plunge them in again.
“Come for me, Jessa,” Connor urged softly. “Let it go.”
A wave of tension strung Jessa tight. Connor used one hand to keep her from snapping her legs closed as her body climbed steadily toward orgasm. Her scent changed, becoming heavier and more erotic. Connor inhaled deeply and forced his body not to react. The urge to climb on top of her and sink his throbbing shaft to the hilt was maddening.
Jessa screamed when she peaked. A tortured wail that shattered Connor’s composure and left him trembling as a massive gush of cream drenched his hand.
Connor groaned when he saw the results of her ejaculation in his palm. Jessa blinked slowly, staring into his face. It took several moments for her to realize what he was looking at. A red stain spread across her cheeks when she did.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered hoarsely. “It’s never happened…”
Her words trailed off when Connor lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his palm clean of her sweetness. Her essence was satin perfection on his tongue.
Hazel eyes opened wide and her mouth snapped shut on whatever she might’ve been going to say.
“Don’t ever apologize.” He told her quietly.
Chapter Seven
He told her not to apologize. Could she die of embarrassment instead?
Jessa was a train wreck the following morning. Her muscles were languid and her body felt light. But her mind was on overdrive. The most earth-shattering climax of her entire life and she was too guilt ridden and embarrassed to enjoy the aftermath.
She’d allowed herself to be splayed open like some medieval barmaid. Did that qualify as losing control?
What had happened to her? She’d been a modest housewife for nineteen years. So Will had left her for another woman. Did that really give her license to completely lose her mind? She’d just been finger fucked to orgasm by a near stranger who also happened to be her new boss.
The bedside clock clicked on and the sounds of a local morning show filled the room. Jessa resisted the urge to throw the damn thing across the room. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
It was nine a.m. Her brunch group met at the country club in an hour. Jessa’s first instinct was not to go. But maybe that was just what she needed to kick herself back into reality. Jessa Kincaid wasn’t this other person. She was a sedate woman who’d been married to the same man for nineteen years. She spent her time playing Bunko and planning charity events for the local food pantry for Pete’s sake.
* * *
Connor remained in the shower long after the hot water ran out. The cool rivulets streaming over his tight muscles did nothing to soothe the beast. But it was a welcome distraction nonetheless.
He should have fucked her and gotten it over with.
Instead, he hadn’t done anything to relieve this infatuation. No, he’d brought her to a mind-numbing peak and had left himself hanging onto his sanity by a thread. To say nothing about the state of his self-control.
Connor still couldn’t understand why. He didn’t believe in some kind of cosmic suitability. Or that there was one perfect match for everybody out there. He believed in pure, physical need
s. Bestial coupling because hormones demanded nothing less was more his style. So an explanation for these unfathomable protective urgings would’ve been welcome.
* * *
“It’s been ages since we’ve seen you, Jessa darling!” Kitty gushed.
Jessa leaned forward and exchanged pecks on the cheek with the unofficial head of their little group while puzzling over the sudden realization that while they always pretended to touch, they never did. It was as if they secretly shunned all physical contact.
The outdoor terrace of the Lake Forest Country Club was the definition of Midwest cosmopolitan style. Wrought iron tables and chairs were scattered beneath carved arbors stained a rich cherry color and draped with vines and sheer panels of pastel polyester. The scent of bougainvillea and lavender was almost overpowering. Magnolia trees clustered thickly around the edge of the flagstone patio to create the illusion of privacy.
Clean cut waiters dressed in khakis and matching polo shirts moved quietly among the guests serving light fare and faux cocktail drinks. Jessa had always found them handsome in the past. But one look at their smooth, tame good looks and she longed for Connor’s brutal masculinity.
Once they’d all taken their unofficial assigned seats at the glass-topped table, the usual talk commenced. Jessa hated the prattle. She’d always hated it. It inevitably began the same way.
“Terrence got his UCLA acceptance letter in the mail yesterday,” Kitty said loftily. “He’s a shoe in for first string on their soccer team.”
Georgia put a hand to her breast. “That’s spectacular! Chelsea received her Vassar letter last week. Isn’t it wonderful that the fall is all taken care of even before graduation?”
“Speaking of graduation,” Courtney broke in. “You’ll never hear who had his speech chosen for commencement.”
It went on and on. It always did. Sometimes it seemed as if every conversation with the women who were supposed to be her best friends was a commentary on Jessa’s failings as a wife. Will wanted this. He wanted the affirmation one could only get from a successful child. This was what Ginny could give him. This was what Jessa could not.
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