Rock Hard

by Olivia Cunning

Page 27

  Author: Olivia Cunning

  “I’m not refusing. I just don’t think that’s what you really want right now. ”

  “You don’t know a goddamned thing about what I want. ” Her eyes filled with unexpected tears. “Why won’t you ever listen to me?” If sex had been his idea, she’d already be on her back with him thrusting into her slutty, needy body.

  He brushed a tear away with his thumb. “Shh, sweetheart, I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re this upset. ” He extended a spoonful of mousse toward her.

  Oh yeah? Well, if he wasn’t going to do as she asked, she’d just have to seduce him then. She waited until the spoon touched her bottom lip then slowly drew her tongue over it. She repeated the motion again and again, knowing what kind of thoughts she encouraged. Sed watched her lick his offering one thin layer at a time. He couldn’t take his eyes off her mouth or the carefully timed strokes of her tongue. She sucked the remaining mousse from the spoon. “Mmmmm. ”

  Sed answered her murmur of pleasure with a soft curse.

  Her eyes drifted down his body, wishing he’d get naked already. The chocolate and champagne weren’t doing it for her. She could still think. Her eyes settled on the crotch of his jeans. Anything ready to tango in his pants? Getting there, but only half-mast. She could do better.

  “What are you looking at?” he asked.

  Her gaze lifted to his. He had one eyebrow raised at her.

  “I want more. ”

  “More what?”

  “You know what I want, Sed. Give it to me. ” She opened her mouth for another bite.

  He scooped another spoonful of mousse. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to give it to you real good here in a minute. And then you’re going to get pissed at me for taking advantage of you. ”

  “Why would I get pissed if you give me what I need?”

  “Jess, you’re not thinking clearly. The last thing you need right now is sex. ”

  She completely disagreed with him. No surprise there. Jessica rubbed her mouth over the soft dessert, licking the chocolate from her coated lips in bliss. She kept her eyes closed, but she assumed he watched with undivided attention. Her tongue stroked the underside of the spoon repetitively and then dipped into the depression on top.

  “I wish I was a spoon,” he murmured.

  After she licked all traces of dessert from the spoon, she moaned, “More, Sed. I need more. ”

  He fed her another spoonful of mousse, and another.

  “Yes, Sed. Give it to me. More. ”

  He scraped the spoon against the sides of the glass and gave his final offering. She finished the last bite and opened her eyes.

  He rattled the spoon in the glass. “It’s all gone. ”

  She glanced at the glass, noting the film of mousse on its inner surface. “There’s a little left. Don’t waste it. ”

  He rubbed his index finger along the inner surface of the glass and offered it to her, his breath catching. She licked his finger from base to tip and then sucked it into her mouth. The salt of his skin mingled with the sweet, rich taste of chocolate.

  “Jess,” he gasped.

  She sucked his finger gently, drawing her mouth back to the tip, and working her tongue along its underside, before she sucked it deep again. She released his finger and took a sip of her champagne. “Are you sure there isn’t any more?” Her eyes drifted down to his lap again. His cock strained against his pants as a thick, rigid pole along the inside of his left thigh.

  How was he not in the tub already?

  “I can order you another. ”

  “I think I’ve had enough chocolate. What else do you have to offer?” She glanced down at his lap suggestively.

  He didn’t seem to notice. “Champagne. ”

  “Excellent champagne,” she murmured and took another gulp of the sparkling beverage.

  “Strawberries. ” He lifted a lid off a plate sitting beside him on the floor. The smell of beef and grease filled the air. “And a hamburger. ”

  She chuckled. “You don’t really think I’d eat that, do you?”

  “I ordered it for me, but if you want some…” He took a bite. “I’ll share,” he said with his mouth full.

  “Charming, Sed. Hand me the strawberries. ”

  He handed her a large goblet with fresh trimmed strawberries. She drained her champagne flute in several gulps and dropped the glass on the towel next to the tub. She set the cold goblet of strawberries on her chest and bit into a berry, pretending she didn’t notice the juice dripping down her chin. She could be as persistent as he was stubborn.

  Sed tossed his half-eaten burger on his plate. He retrieved her discarded champagne glass and refilled it. “I think you need more champagne. ” He handed the full glass to her.

  “You’re right. I’m not drunk yet. ” She polished off the glass in four swallows and dropped the flute on the floor again before selecting another strawberry. “I wonder if my law professors already know about my amateur porn debut. ”

  “You’re not supposed to be thinking about that. ” He stuffed the final quarter of his hamburger into his mouth. He could be such a pig. She wasn’t sure why it turned her on.

  “This is a big deal in my life, Sed. What am I supposed to be thinking about?”

  He peeled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. “Me. ”

  Like she could think of anything else when he was shirtless. “You just ate, Sed. You can’t come into the water for at least twenty minutes. ” Despite her teasing, her appreciative gaze roamed the hard contours of his naked chest and stomach. Beautiful man. About time he got down to business and gave her what she really wanted.

  He took the goblet of strawberries from her and set it on the floor. “I’m not planning on swimming. ” He drew her body halfway around the garden tub, so that her back was to him and the edge of the tub separated their bodies. His arms wrapped around her, large hands grasping her breasts. His mouth descended to suck on her neck. “Is this what you want?”

  She gasped. “Yes. ”

  He rolled her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, drawing a hard shudder from her body. He kissed a trail up her neck to her ear, sucking its lobe between his teeth to nibble on it. Goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin. His breath, quick and uneven in her ear, fueled her excitement.

  “You drive me crazy, woman. ” The low rumble of his voice drove straight to her core.

  “I have no idea why. ”

  His hands slid down her rib cage. He paused, taking several deep breaths to calm his excitement. Apparently, he was still under the impression that she didn’t want him to dive into the tub half-clothed, unleash his cock, and plunge into her body. He reached for the small complimentary bar of soap on the edge of the tub and unwrapped it.

  “Where would you like me to wash you?” he whispered into her ear.

  She grinned. “My left hand. ”

  He lifted her hand from the water and lathered it with soap before setting the soap aside and massaging her hand with his thumbs. The pressure of his touch was perfect—firm, yet gentle.

  “Clean yet?” he murmured.

  “Not yet. ”

  He continued to massage her hand. Her knuckles, the base of her fingers, palm, wrist. If this singing thing didn’t work out for him, he could always become a hand masseur.

  “Right hand,” she murmured.

  He lowered her left hand into the water and rinsed the traces of soap from it before picking up the bar of soap and lathering her right. She tried to keep her attention on the feel of his strong fingers kneading her flesh. If this didn’t take her mind off things, nothing would. She didn’t want to think about that stupid video and how twenty minutes of bliss might ruin her entire life, or what would happen if Trey never got better, or how much Brian despised her, or how now that Sinners weren’t on tour she was sort of out of a job again, or
that she had to retake Ellington’s class next year, or—

  “You’re supposed to be relaxing,” Sed murmured into her ear.

  “I am relaxing. ”

  He kissed her temple. “I can tell when your mind is churning out a million thoughts a minute. ”

  “You’ll have me thinking of nothing but you soon enough. ”

  “I think of nothing but you most of the time. Doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

  She turned her head to look at him, a smile on her lips. “Bath Boy,” she said in a haughty British accent, “my breasts are filthy. You are neglecting your duties. ”

  He grinned and directed the bar of soap to the underside of her right breast and then the left. The soap slipped from his grasp and landed in the water with a splash, but he didn’t take his hands from her breasts to retrieve it.

  He worked the suds between their skin over her nipples. Stroking. Plucking. Kneading.

  She gasped, her head falling against his shoulder.

  “Find the soap,” he murmured, the timbre of his voice drawing another shudder from her body.

  She searched for the soap beneath the surface of the water, eventually finding it near her hip on the bottom of the tub. He accepted it from her, soaped her breasts thoroughly, and set the bar of soap on the tub’s rim. His hands rubbed over her slick flesh repeatedly, driving her to madness.

  “Bath Boy, I’m so dirty between my legs,” she gasped.

  “You are?” He nipped her earlobe.

  She shuddered. “Yeah. ”

  He took the bar of soap and slid it beneath the water’s surface down her belly. She spread her legs in anticipation. He caressed her lower belly and then the insides of her thighs.

  “Are you sure your back isn’t dirty?” he murmured.

  She wondered why he hesitated on getting right down to business. “Do you want my back to be dirty?”

  “I want to help you relax. ”

  “And I want you to ravish my body. ”

  “I plan on it. After your bath. ”

  She sighed in frustration. “This pampering isn’t necessary, Sedric. My legs are always open to you, aren’t they? We fuck. That’s what we do. That’s all we do. I don’t need you for anything else. Get it?”

  His hands moved from her body, dropping into the water. After a moment of his silence, she glanced up over her shoulder at him. His scowl almost covered his despair.

  Exasperated, she asked, “What’s wrong now?”

  He hesitated. “Is that all I am to you? A toy for your amusement?”

  “Yes, that’s all you are, Sed. All you’ll ever be. An amusing toy. ”

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his handsome face twisted in anguish.

  He sat there for a full minute before climbing to his feet and drying his hands on a towel.

  He retrieved his discarded shirt from the floor.

  Left without a word.

  Jessica waited for him to return, listening to sounds of him moving through the hotel suite. The outer door opened. Closed. Had he really abandoned her? Just because she’d called him a toy? Was that really all it took to hurt him? Too easy.

  She reached for the bottle of champagne and took a long swallow.

  He’ll be back.

  An hour later, the champagne was gone, the bath bubbles had vanished, and the water was cold, but Sed still hadn’t returned. Well, shit. What did he expect from her? They’d agreed that this “relationship” was a game. Only about sex. And now he was pissed because she wanted to stick to the terms of their agreement. Fine. Whatever. They could be done. This could be over. Why should she care? It didn’t mean anything. Like she’d said, the only thing she needed him for was sex. If he had any doubt, he could ask any of the five hundred thousand people who’d witnessed her needs on video.

  She pulled the plug and climbed from the tub, staggering as she reached for a towel. She wrapped it around her body and went in search of clothes. She should find Sed and apologize. Make up with him. It really wasn’t his fault that she was a skank. She dashed a tear away with the back of her hand.