“Make him stop, Jessa,” Anne squeaked, grabbing Jessa’s arm in a vice like grip.
Jessa’s voice was surprisingly strong given her inner turmoil. “No. She asked for it.”
“But he’s going to…right here! It’s not right!”
“Why not? Kitty could say no. Look at her!”
Kitty obviously didn’t want to say no. The short, high-pitched wails coming from her mouth said she had no intention of asking Alex to stop. His clever fingers stroked her engorged labia, deliberately avoiding her clitoris and bringing her to the brink of orgasm without allowing the climax she so obviously wanted.
“You about done, Alex?” Connor rumbled as he approached.
Jessa’s knees went weak and she sank against the counter. Did this mean Kitty had completely stolen her life? Had Connor come to claim Kitty away from Alex just as he had with Jessa the night before?
Kitty cast a hot look over her shoulder at Connor as Alex’s hand left her slit to rest on the swell of her buttocks. Her blue eyes were wide and cloudy with arousal. Lips swollen from Alex’s kiss curled into a dazzling smile that she focused on Connor.
Jessa watched silently, waiting for the inevitable moment when Connor would sink his thick shaft into Kitty’s waiting pussy. But the moment never came. Time stretched onward and a faintly alarmed look stole over Kitty’s aroused features.
“I’m waiting for you, Connor.”
Courtney, Georgia and Anne swung their heads back and forth between Connor and Kitty. They appeared to be stunned to horrified silence. No doubt they’d never experienced anything so raw in their entire boring, privileged lives.
Jessa’s entire being rested on that one moment in time. All of the confidence she’d gained in the week of freedom since Will, her pride, her belief in Connor, it all depended upon how he reacted to Kitty’s blatant invitation.
She idly wondered how her heart had become entangled so quickly.
Connor gave Kitty a look of pure, unadulterated disdain. “Alex doesn’t much care what kind of women he fucks. He takes the pretty ones and the ugly ones and enjoys them all the same. But me,” Connor paused and held out a hand to Jessa. “I like my women perfect.”
The hand she offered him in return trembled. He enveloped it in his warm palm and pulled her close. A sense of acute relief flooded Jessa’s limbs when Connor pressed her along the length of his big frame. Every curve and angle of his body was a blessedly familiar balm.
Heedless of their audience, or perhaps because of it, Connor lifted Jessa and pulled her legs around his waist. She gasped when her crotch pressed against the thickness of the erection beneath his pants. There was nothing between her and his heat but a thin scrap of red satin. It was still too much. Jessa wanted to strip naked and demand he do the same.
“Alex, don’t forget to lock up before you all leave,” Connor said over his shoulder as he carried Jessa toward the stairs and his apartment.
Chapter Fifteen
“Did you forget everything I told you this morning?” Connor asked once she was naked in the middle of his bed.
Jessa sighed. “Maybe just a little.”
“I wouldn’t fuck that little bitch with someone else’s dick,” Connor grumbled.
“What?”
“You heard me. She’s so damn scrawny I’d break her in one thrust.”
Jessa burst into laughter and Connor paused to let the wonderful sound wash over him. Her laughter was an acute relief after the horrifying looks of chagrin he’d been catching on her face all night.
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “I knew I should’ve thrown them out.”
“Stop growling about it, Connor. I’m glad you didn’t. I’m going to enjoy remembering the look on Kitty’s face for the rest of my life.”
“Good,” he grunted. “I’m glad something worthwhile came out of tonight.”
Jessa howled in delight. “And then Alex left her panting and half naked right there in the middle of the bar!”
“He’s always had debatable taste.”
Jessa sobered. “Most every eligible male I’ve ever met thinks Kitty is the hottest thing since sliced bread, Connor. Hell, even the ineligible ones want her.”
Connor didn’t bother to refute her belief. The only way to combat her warped sense of beauty was to prove her wrong. Reaching for her hand, he pressed it over his thick erection. “I told you before; my cock has been hard since you walked into my bar, Jessa. But I was afraid it was permanently damaged when that bag of bones tried to play games with me.”
Jessa’s low laugh complimented the sexy sparkle in her hazel eyes. Instead of removing her hand from his crotch, she made quick work of his zipper. Connor groaned when she hooked her thumbs into the waist of his trousers and slid both those and his boxer briefs to the floor.
“You’re so fucking hard, Connor,” Jessa murmured as she wrapped both hands around his shaft.
“Baby, I can’t be any other way with you around.”
Connor braced his weight on the balls of his feet and just managed to stay upright as the crown of his cock disappeared into Jessa’s warm mouth. Her luminous eyes met his as she laved her tongue around the thick head and suckled a bead of moisture from the tiny slit at the tip.
Connor’s groan rippled across the room like thunder. “Yes, baby, suck me harder.”
A sensuous smile tilted her mouth upward before she pulled his cock all the way into her mouth. The tip of Connor’s sensitive crown bumped the back of her throat and his knees nearly buckled.
Jessa pulled back and sent him a heated look from beneath her lashes. “Fuck my mouth, Connor. I want to taste your sweet cum,” Her feminine moan sent shockwaves vibrating down the length of his cock.
Tangling his hands in her thick honey-colored hair, Connor bucked his hips forward. She groaned and mewled as her suctioning mouth made little popping noises with each of his brutal thrusts.
Pure torture and intense pleasure mingled until Connor was mindless to anything but the feel of her hot, wet mouth on his throbbing cock. Her clever tongue swirled little patterns against his flange as he plunged in and out of her throat. Purple veins bulged on the surface of his shaft as the blood rushed in to make it thicker, longer, hotter, and ready to burst inside Jessa.
“I’m going to come, baby.”
She groaned against him, her eyes finding his and holding them captive.
Connor came on a shout, plunging deep inside her mouth. The muscles in his ass clenched tight as his cock throbbed and shot his thick seed to the back of Jessa’s throat. The undulating motion of her mouth as she swallowed his hot cum made Connor want to do it all over again.
A smile spread across her face as she suckled him gently, drawing every last drop of him onto her tongue and swallowing it down. When she was through, Jessa let his cock go with a soft pop and sat back onto the bed like a wicked little girl who’d gotten away with a wonderful trick.
Connor stepped out of his remaining clothes and flopped onto the bed. Jessa yelped as she was bounced by his weight. Catching her up in his arms, Connor pulled her naked heat alongside his.
“Your turn,” he rumbled in her ear.
“What did you have in mind?”
“There are so many ways to fuck this gorgeous body of yours, I’m not sure I can pick.”
Jessa’s eyes sparkled. “Getting creative are we?”
“Baby, you’ve got no idea.”
Connor locked an arm around her waist before she could squirm away. She moaned and undulated against him when he stroked a hand down her spine and rested it on the rise of her pretty little ass. She was draped over his lap like a naughty girl about to get a spanking.
“Is your pussy wet and ready for me?” he murmured.
“Yes!”
“What about your ass?”
She stiffened a little in sudden apprehension but Connor slid his hand over the rise of her cheeks, between her legs and gave her pussy one long stroke. Her hot flesh melte
d against him, creamy juice beading on her labia almost instantly.
Connor reached for a bottle of ginseng oil on the bedside table. The heady scent filled the room when he popped the top. Connor squeezed a generous amount of the oil into the long crease of her buttocks. Jessa gasped.
“Hush, baby, I swear you’re going to love this. Just relax.”
“Connor.” There was naked hesitation in her voice.
“Have I ever hurt you?”
“No.”
“Will I ever hurt you?”
“No, never.”
“Then relax and enjoy my hands on this gorgeous backside of yours.”
Connor could feel her acquiescence. Sense it in every muscle and bone of her body as she lay draped over his legs and completely open to his touch.
The slippery oil warmed as Connor first worked it into the round globes of her buttocks. Jessa’s body grew lax as he lulled her into relaxation. This time she arched her back in anticipation when he dipped his hands into the crease of her ass.
Holding her cheeks open with one hand, Connor slid the fingers of his other across the oiled slickness of her puckered anus. Jessa’s tiny gasp of surprise made him smile.
She liked it whether or not she wanted to. Connor couldn’t wait until his cock pressed against her tight little hole. Her reaction was going to drive him over the edge.
Connor settled her with a pillow beneath her belly to keep her ass pointed upward for easier access. Spreading her cheeks even wider, he applied more oil and continued his slow assault.
When each stroke of his fingers across her tightly drawn, aroused flesh brought her questing toward him aching for more, Connor inserted a finger into her sopping wet pussy. Her muscles tried to clench down. She was so simultaneously relaxed and aroused that it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck me, Connor!” she demanded, her voice breaking over his name.
It took a monumental amount of control not to sink his shaft in her wet, pink heat right then. But Connor wanted more. He wanted the tight embrace of her ass. And that required patience.
Still rubbing her anus, he inserted another finger into her pussy and began massaging her muscles until she was gasping with the pleasure of it. Jessa’s body hovered at orgasm, her cunt dripping cream and weeping with its sensual awakening. Keeping his fingers in her pussy, Connor slowly inserted a long oiled finger into her anus.
Jessa gasped and climaxed with a muffled scream as she arched into Connor. But instead of letting her body climb down from its peak, he pushed her higher. Another long finger entered her pussy, the three spreading to stretch her cunt and rub her creamy heat with relentless pressure. Then he inserted another slick finger into her ass.
Jessa might’ve protested only moments before. But her needy body wanted more of this delicious onslaught. Connor could feel the battle of relaxation and arousal within her. And knowing what lay on the other side of this breaking in, he diligently fed it.
“Your ass is so tight, Jessa. Do you feel it?”
“Yes!”
“But it loves my fingers sliding in and out of it. Do you feel that too?”
“God, yes! I need you, Connor.”
Her whimpers tore at his self-control. Connor struggled to hold firm.
His fingers slid in and out of her pussy, making wet, smacking noises. Her juice was so thick he could smell the heady scent over the soft perfume of the oil. Connor’s cock was throbbing. It was as if he hadn’t spilled his seed in Jessa’s mouth, as if he hadn’t come at all. He was dying to sink his shaft into her tight body.
A third finger slid into Jessa’s tight anal opening. The sleek oil and her desperate arousal sent her spiraling into another climax. Still Connor drove her higher. He plunged in and out of her pussy and her ass in a synchronized rhythm that had her gasping for breath and begging for more.
“I can’t hold off any longer, Baby. I need your sweet ass wrapped around my cock.”
“Connor, yes!”
“Lift up for me, sweetheart. I swear I’ll go slowly.”
She arched her back as Connor knelt behind her. Sweat poured from his head and chest as he positioned the crown of his throbbing cock at her anal entrance. Jessa was gasping and moaning. He shut his ears to her cries, knowing he could not plunge in to the hilt and mindlessly fuck her warm body. He had to go slow.
The first agonizing press left him struggling to breathe. She was hot and wet and so damn tight he almost lost himself with barely the head of his cock seated in her sweet ass. Creamy pussy juice covered the insides of her thighs and Connor’s fingers slipped across her slick skin when he reached down to adjust himself.
“You’re so fucking big, Connor! I want more. Please God, I need you.”
Her words drove him mad. Grinding his teeth together, Connor eased in another inch, sliding his hand over her hip and burying his fingertips in her hot cunt. He found her clit and put gentle pressure against the sensitive hood. Her tight ass relaxed and Connor slid further in.
The process was torturously slow. After an agonizing amount of time, Connor’s cock was fully embedded in her tight anal sheath and his balls pressed against her raging hot pussy. Her ass wriggled and she bounced against him.
Connor gripped her hips and backed out only enough to thrust in again. Jessa screamed her pleasure. His pulse pounded in his skull and Connor began thrusting harder and harder, fucking her ass as if he wanted to prove his possession of her body.
One hand stayed buried in her pussy and Connor slid two fingers into her heat and rubbed relentlessly against her clit. Jessa trembled beneath him. Her whole body tightened and Connor knew she was cresting the wave that would send her crashing into an explosive orgasm.
His testicles drew tight against his body. With each thrust, they slapped wetly against her swollen flesh. He closed his eyes as sparks danced on the backs of his eyelids and his cock exploded. Cum sprayed the inside of Jessa’s body and flung her into a climax that sent her pussy and her ass into spasms of exquisite pleasure.
Muscles weak with release threatened to collapse. Mindful of the precious woman beneath his bulk, Connor rolled to one side with his cock still fully seated inside Jessa’s ass. Aftershocks from her soul-shattering climax continued to caress his shaft and he could feel the tremors wracking her body.
She was crying. Connor slowly withdrew his cock from her anal entrance and wrapped his arms about her shaking frame. Fear lurked in the back of his mind. Had he hurt her? He’d gone as slowly as he possibly could have, but anal sex always carried the risk of injury. Connor would never forgive himself if he’d hurt Jessa no matter his intentions.
“Jessa baby, it’s okay. Talk to me sweetheart.”
His voice was hoarse and Connor realized he must’ve been shouting at the top of his lungs without realizing it. His hands rubbed soothingly up and down her back as he tried to calm her.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “It was just…”
“Just, what?”
Her words came on a soft exhale. “So beautiful.”
A smile stretched across Connor’s face. Yes, it had definitely been that and much, much more.
Chapter Sixteen
Jessa rolled over and blinked her eyes in the morning sunlight.
Arched windows flanked a massive cherry wood Highboy, their pristine panes draped with rich gold and mauve fabric. Her combat boots lay in an untidy heap beside a fainting couch decked out in gold tassels and overstuffed pillows. The white coffered ceiling was studded with a heavily ornamented fan fancifully shaped like palm fronds. A transparent glass fireplace hinted at the spacious master bath tucked away behind the dividing wall.
Where the hell was she anyway?
Jessa nearly laughed out loud when the disoriented feelings slipped away and she recognized her own bedroom. How odd to wake up in her own bed and not know where she was because she’d spent so many nights sleeping in Connor’s. And she definitely had. It’d been more than a month since Will had left. A month of glorious ev
enings spent laughing and working with Alex while a pair of hell-black eyes followed her every move. A month of wonderful mornings waking up in Connor’s muscled arms after a night of mouth-watering sex.
Jessa’s mouth twitched into a warm smile. She missed him. The way he would wake up slowly, squeeze her tightly and then press soft kisses to the side of her neck until she opened her eyes and begged him to slide his long cock deep inside her ready warmth. Jessa missed the softness in his dark eyes, that expression he reserved solely for her.
Jessa was so far gone there was no coming back. The painfully proper lady who’d watched Will stride across the marble foyer and out the front door had burned away completely. Left in her place was a woman who hadn’t wanted her two-faced husband, anyway. She was a woman who was tired of society telling her what to say, what to wear and who to love. In short, she was Connor’s woman. Connor’s Jessa.
And that was what had brought her home for a few days. After all, the inconvenient fact was that Jessa and Will were still married, on paper at least.
She rolled out of bed and into the shower with a mile long to-do list ahead of her. Jessa had no idea how long it would take to get the details of this latest wrinkle in her life taken care of, but the lawyer she’d seen the day before had been optimistic.
Jessa didn’t want Will’s money. She wanted out. She wanted to spend her time at Phoenix Rising with Connor. The rest of it would work out. She was sure of it.
It didn’t matter that they’d never discussed a permanent relationship or that he’d never dropped the L word. And the total lack of kissing? That was a little bit harder to reason away. Kissing required intimacy. So did love. Was she going to hang her future happiness on one frayed bit of hope? Connor was nothing if not a hard case. Was Jessa ready to take it on faith that if she were patient enough, he’d open up to her?
That same internal argument had raged for days. But Jessa couldn’t believe Connor didn’t love her. The days and nights of passion hot enough to scorch the world couldn’t possibly be a fling.
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