Blackmailed Into Bed (4 page)

Her eyes flew open at his words and she
watched him. He wasn't looking at her face. He was staring at her
between her legs and dragging in deep breaths. He reached his hand
up to his mouth and put his middle finger inside to wet it. She
clenched in anticipation. He took his wet finger out of his mouth
and raised his eyes to hers. Their gazes held as he reached down
and found her wet opening. He slid his big, blunt, wet finger
inside.

She moaned. He groaned in unison. He made
long strokes with his finger. He bent his head and went down on
her. He opened her wider with his fingers and exposed her
glistening clit. He took a long swipe with his tongue.

She screamed. He pushed his finger all the
way in and continued to abrade her clit with his rough tongue. He
felt her tighten around his finger. She screamed again as her body
went into spasms of release. He lifted his head from between her
thighs and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue went deep.

Amy tasted herself on his mouth. Her heart
was beating so hard that her chest hurt. He lifted his head. "Very
good, sweetheart. That's the way to come for me, babe." He gently
withdrew his finger from her.

Amy lay spread out and dazed as he lifted the
tee shirt over his head. Bulging muscles and six-pack abs came into
view. He was gorgeous. He was ripped. He was making her wet again.
He shucked out of his boots, socks, jeans, and underwear in jerky
movements. Amy sucked in her breath when her eyes found his
erection. It was huge. Just like the rest of him. Anticipation and
distress mingled together. He was digging through his pockets. His
hand came up with a condom and ripped the package between his
teeth.

He quickly rolled it on. He came back between
her legs and pushed them wide. He started entering her at once. Amy
felt herself being stretched as she watched him in agitation. He
was leaning on his hands, with her caged between his arms.

"That's good." He bit out. He reached for one
of her legs and pushed it over his arm. The position opened her
fully. He pushed all the way in and grunted. He began making long,
even strokes. The penetration was so deep. She had no control in
that position. He reached between them with one hand and pressed on
her clit as his strokes pounded into her.

His eyes opened and stared deeply into hers.
"Don't try to run away from me again, understand?" He demanded.

"Yes, Jake," she panted.

Her agreement inflamed him. She was so tight
around his cock he didn't know how he had made it this long. She
felt like hot silk. He shut his eyes in concentration but found he
wanted the connection with her. He opened his eyes. She was staring
at him with total absorption. Her beauty was going to drive him
crazy. He rammed it in again, harder, faster. She screamed his name
as she found release again. He felt her internal muscles milking
him and intense pleasure ripped through him and he stiffened and
flew over the edge.

Jake relaxed against the woman in his arms
for a few moments while his heart rate came back down. His brain
was laced with fuzz from the result of one of the strongest orgasms
he had ever experienced. He could smell her scent in his nostrils
and felt the smooth silk of her skin where she lay pressed against
him.

Primal satisfaction attacked his senses as he
came back to full consciousness and realized he had achieved his
goal. She lay naked beneath him, totally open, totally his. Instead
of feeling a need to extricate himself from the situation, he felt
just the opposite. His erection fully hardened again and he made a
small push, and that easily, penetrated her fully again.

Alarmed at what he intended, Amy's breathe
hitched and she pushed her hands against his shoulders. "Stop."

He didn't relent, and took another
stroke.

Amy was almost paralyzed with fear. Her voice
was sharp, meant to penetrate the arousal that held him. "Jake,
stop. You are going to get me pregnant."

That seemed to generate a response. His eyes
ensnared hers. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed and he
took another stroke.

She stiffened in his arms.

"Fuck." He withdrew from her body, and landed
upright on his feet in one motion. "Don't move. Don't move one
Goddamn muscle from that spot."

He stood and pulled the used condom from his
body and went to the kitchen.

He was back in fifteen seconds with a wet
towel and a new condom.

This time, Amy watched in mounting anxiety
while he quickly cleaned himself and slipped on the new condom.
After two orgasms and a few moments to think, she was agonizingly
aware of how little they knew each other and how easy a conquest
she had made.

Immobilized by her insecurities, she tried
not to panic as he came down on his knees in front of her. Pushing
her legs apart, she realized he meant to take her again without any
preliminaries. Choking back her shock, she tried to slow him down.
"W-wait-I-"

Her voice became clogged in her throat as he
began to push himself in. She tried to scoot back, away from him.
"Jake, wait, stop."

He raised his head and snapped his eyes to
hers. "Don't ask me to stop. Tell me you're not asking me to
stop."

"N-no.-I, no." Through a black haze of
desire, Jake felt her panic. He immediately gauged her level of
fright. He paused as he tried to summon control.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he soothed. He
lifted his hand and touched her cheek. "We'll go real slow. Just
let me get it in. Everything will be alright if I can just get it
in you."

Something basic but indefinable swept through
Amy at his words. She wanted to yield to him. "Go slow."

"Yes, baby, I'll go slow." He brought the
large head of his penis back to her delicate opening. Sweat
gathered on his forehead as he tried to maintain control. She was
so tight, and he had wanted to fuck her for so long, he didn't know
if he could go slow. The one time before now hadn't cooled him
down, if anything it had stolen his ability to think straight. He
needed to use seductive words, but all his brain could muster was a
basic Anglo-Saxon word that he didn't think she wanted to hear just
now.

It came out of his mouth anyway in a growl.
"I want to fuck you." Wetness exploded from her softness where he
was trying to push in. He plunged all the way in with one smooth
stroke. He exploded with movement. One hand went under her butt and
lifted her up so he could get a deeper penetration. The other hand
moved to her breast and lifted it to his mouth. He clamped onto her
nipple and started sucking in time with his deep strokes.

Amy was seized by an excitement so intense
she thought she would combust. Her hips lifted to grind with his in
anticipation of an explosion she knew would leave her even more
under his spell.

When he reached down between them and pressed
on her clit, her body tensed and she splintered in pleasure so
intense she almost blacked out. He lifted his head from her chest
and latched onto her mouth and followed her over. He groaned into
her mouth and Amy felt it all the way to her soul.

Jake rolled away from Amy and made use of the
towel again. When he turned back to her, she was watching him with
a mournful look on her face. She looked distressed. He tugged her
back to him. "Yeah, I'm sorry. That wasn't slow, was it?"

Her eyes eluded his. "No." She moved to get
up.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice
was smooth.

"I need to clean up some, please." She hoped
he wouldn't notice that her legs were shaking.

"So polite, sweetheart." He watched her
standing there, completely still. He sighed. "Okay. This way." He
picked up her hand and led her down a corridor to a hall bathroom.
He pushed the door all the way open. She moved to go inside. He
stopped her with a tug on her hand. She paused and looked up at his
face.

"Don't go in there and build up walls against
me. You wouldn't want me to have to knock them back down again,
would you?" His voice was low, meant to induce what, she didn't
know. But he wouldn't dictate to her. She wouldn't let him.

"Why would I need walls? You promised no
relationship, no commitment. We only slept together, right? No
walls needed." She paused. "Sweetheart."

****

Jake paced the living room as he waited for
Amy to come out of the bathroom. Her idea of 'cleaning up some'
differed from his. She hadn't been in there for more than five
seconds before he heard the distinct snap of the lock, and then the
shower came on. That had been forty minutes ago.

After two of the most incredible orgasms of
his life, Jake knew he should have been relaxed and in a supine
position on the couch, chilling. Not even close. He was more keyed
up now than he had been after he found her stalled on the side of
the interstate. And he knew why. She wasn't playing the part he had
assigned to her in his mind. At this point, she should have been
cooperative, ready to please him. Women always were, after sex with
him. He wasn't conceited, it was just a fact of life that women
liked what he had. Or what he did. Or the whole package. Whatever.
This is where the fawning usually came in. The part where they
tried to stay, and he tried to get rid of them.

Forty-five minutes. How the hell much more
could she wash? The shower was still running. Was she actually
trying to wash away what they had done together? The sex? Fine. She
had some hang-ups, obviously. Maybe he'd just drive her home
tonight. Put the whole interlude behind him. He could deal with her
car situation tomorrow.

Amy scrunched her wet hair and looked in the
mirror. In the absence of a blow-dryer, her hair would dry in long,
loose curls. No big deal. Kayla always tried to get her to wear her
hair this way.

She hadn't planned on getting in the shower.
It just happened. She didn't actually feel the need to bathe, she
just didn't want to face Jake. She looked in the mirror and tried
to pinch some color into her pale cheeks. The bathroom was
obviously the spare one, and a bottle of shampoo in the shower
stall, a comb in a drawer and a bottle of unscented lotion could
only go so far.

There was nothing else she could do. She took
a deep breath and opened the door.

Jake turned from the window where he had been
staring into the dark night when he heard her open the bathroom
door and walk back into the living room. They stared at each other
in silence across the room.

Her voice was soft when she spoke. "I want to
go home." Amy watched a ferocious scowl come over his features. He
was about to deny her. "Please."

Jake continued to study her in silence. He
knew he should take her home, but the urge to keep her here was
strong. Maybe too strong. With her hair wet and no make-up on her
face, she looked utterly defenseless. And young. And still
gorgeous. Shit.

With his continued silence, Amy began
pleading her case. "I f-forgot to tell you that I have Triple A.
They could come pick up my car tomorrow. Y-you could drive me home.
Or I could call a cab." She trailed off into hopeful silence and
waited.

"Why do you want to leave so bad?" His deep
voice, his very sexy drawl with a slight southern accent washed
over her. It was hypnotic. She needed to get away.

"I'm not used to this. I d-don't do things
like this." Her hands twisted in front of her. "I'm uncomfortable
with this situation. Please."

Jake came to an abrupt decision. Pushing her
was not good. For her. Or for him. He crossed the room to her.
"Okay."

Amy was so relieved by that one word, that
she didn't immediately realize that he was crowding her again. It
only took a moment. He reached out and put his hands on the wall on
either side of her. He was crowding her personal space, but was
only touching her with his piercing eyes. "But there's going to be
a trade-off. You get your way this time, and I get my way next
time."

Amy woke the next morning in her own home, in
her own bed. Surprisingly, she slept fairly well. She allowed
herself five minutes to remember the details of the evening before.
She only needed thirty seconds to come to a conclusion. She had
been systematically seduced by an expert! She had never been kissed
like that. Never had sex like that before. He knew all the right
buttons to push.

The drive to her house had been tense. Other
than giving him directions, only one word had been spoken. After he
pulled into her driveway, he put it in park and turned to her. He
pulled her to him unhesitatingly, and took her mouth with his. It
was a possessive, carnal kiss, and there was no way Amy could
misinterpret what it meant. He wasn't through with her. He lifted
his head and threaded his fingers through her hair. "Remember." It
was a command. But what exactly was he commanding? That she
remembered how good the sex was between them? Or was she supposed
to remember that he was demanding that things go his way the next
time? How the hell could she forget that? It had practically been a
threat. She hadn't wasted time pondering. She nodded her head and
fled into the house.

****

She spent the morning getting her car
repaired and papers graded. She purposely kept herself busy in an
effort not to think. Her heart rate would so easily go into
overdrive if she let it.

At ten o'clock that night, she was feeling
calmer. She had lived through the day, and had managed to function
quite well. Her weekend chores were done, and she had even managed
to eat a reasonable amount.

She was ready for bed and watching old
sitcoms when her doorbell pealed. She jumped and her heartbeat went
erratic. No way. No way would he be this arrogant. Her temper
flared. She marched over to the door and looked out the peephole.
Oh. My. God. He was. He was this arrogant. A tremor of excitement
lashed her spine. Fury and excitement. It was a combustible
combination.