Hanging on (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2) (3 page)

“No. She is in the hospital, remember? I’ll see her tomorrow.”

“Uh huh.”

It wasn’t the fault of my ears. He was as nervous as I was.

We went out a sliding glass door connected to his room, around a corner and
violet
—hot tub. When we took of the cover it happily steamed away, beckoning us to enter. I was beckoning William the same thing.

When he was over in the covered area away from the hot tub ten feet, putting away the cover, he said, “Do you want some champagne or anything? Do you want the light on?”

“No to both. Thank you.”

I quickly slipped out of my clothes, embarrassed and not sure why, and left a heap of fabric on a nearby chair. The Ben Gay burned slightly as the warm water lapped at it. I ignored it completely, sighing in delight as my bare butt found a built-in seat.

“Feel good?” William asked, standing by the stair. His fingers worked at his shirt buttons.

Chapter Two

“Divine. I love hot tubs,” I answered as I watched William’s fingers work lower.

“They are sure nice.” He shrugged out of his shirt, making me suck in my breath as my eyes feasted.

His torso was a masterpiece! He had broad, well-muscled shoulders leading down to defined arms with popping biceps. He was leaner than a bodybuilder, with perfectly sculpted and deliciously defined muscles, including a full six-pack. His pecks were well proportioned, begging me to lick them. He had very little hair on his chest, which I liked.

“Do you work out?” I asked, eyes sliding down his belly. I wanted to see more.

He was taking off his pants. “No. Farm work and bull riding. Farm work is a hard day’s work. Keeps you in shape. I run, also.”

“Your body is a slice of heaven.”

“Uh...thanks. Rolls reversed—I am supposed to be looking at
you
like a piece of meat.”

“You would be if I was getting undressed in front of you.”

“You hurriedly got in, I saw. But I got a good look from where I was. You've been working out quite a lot, huh?”

His pants apparently off—the dang hot tub was in the way—he stepped up and over, not hurrying as I did earlier. He didn’t care that I saw. Actually, with his eyes trained on mine, looking for a reaction, he was allowing me a good look. And judging by his growing phallus, he liked that I was.

My nipples constricted and my groin squeezed. I needed that girth inside of me with a hunger I couldn’t remember its equal. I wanted it where it belonged, inside me, and I wanted to stay that way forever, milking his seed over and over until I spilled over.

“Down girl,” he said quietly, settling slowly on the other side of the hot tub. A smile played around his lips, bobbing in and out of the water. His eyes watched me intently, in predator mood. Waiting out his prey.

My stomach exploded, making my breath come in fast pants. A rush of air came tumbling out of my mouth with one word riding it. “Lusting.”

He laughed, soaked in my desire. “I can tell. My God. Not that I want to know, but have you been good the whole time you’ve been in Texas?”

“Yes!” I said indignantly. “Gladis talked it up like I would be a painted lady, whatever the hell that is. I was so worried to take off my clothes that I stayed clear of the temptation. Not happy news.”

“Happy for me, but no, I guess you’re right. It's easy to forget that women crave, too.”

“It won’t be easy to forget soon. I am needy in that department. Not easily satisfied.”

“Not easily satisfied... like, you don’t
get there
easily, or that you need it a lot.”

“Both.”

“Hmmm. I shall have to work extra hard.”

“Yes please,” I whispered.

He swam to me slowly, his chin barely above water, eyes holding me. The hunted.

When he reached me he put a hand on each knee. As he slowly got closer, he gently slid his palms up the inside of my legs, opening them as he did so. He slid his body between, closer, my widening legs making room. Hands preceding his body, eyes locked on mine, his fingers danced up my inner thighs, playfully skirting around my bikini line. The blunt tip of his penis followed, fully hard now, butting along my skin and skimming up my hip, large and heavy.

I let my eyes close, savoring that contact, focused on his touch.

“Do you like this? Slow and playful?” His breath splashed my face. He was in complete control, letting me ride along and reaping the rewards as I did so.

My
yes
was more a sigh than a word.

Light fingers tickled up my belly, causing a shiver even though I was hot. They dusted the base of each breast, then around, feeling, tickling, making me angle my hips up to try and capture that erection and trap it inside me.

“Patience.” He laughed softly, enjoying my lust.

One thumb each skimmed my hard nipples. A shot of pure heat rocked through my core, clenching my inner muscles and making my eyes flutter. “
Please
William.”

Full lips touched the base of my neck, followed by the tip of a hot tongue. “Please what, Jessica?”

I could feel that sucking mouth curl up into a smile. He pushed forward slightly, running his length further up my hip.

“Please make love to me.”

“Patience,” he said again, a chuckle riding the word.

Lips so soft it should be illegal glided across my jaw. Large hands covered my breasts, kneading. His hips moved, running his cock along my body.

I leant back, giving him more access. Letting him do as he pleased. Letting him call the shots, knowing I’d do anything if he asked. Hoping he would let me prove it!

His mouth left my neck and found my lips. I opened to him immediately, taking in his tongue and sucking gently, running my hands along his rippled back and down to a muscular butt. I flexed my arms, bringing him closer.

He groaned, losing control.

Mouth back down to my neck, he sucked harder, nearly painful, and bit lightly. One hand went to each side of me, bracing against the hot tube. He pushed his body back so he could look down on me with barely contained primal hunger burning in his eyes.

“This is that point," he said softly, inches from my face. "That teetering point where we hold back and take it slow, or jump.” His eyes delved mine, turning the power over to me. “Are you sure you want to go one step further? We can wait, if you want. I don’t want to rush you.”

“I think you missed the part where I was begging. Shall I return to that point? Because I’m liking you doing all the work. I can be on top another time.”

Fire danced in his eyes. Full lips curled up into a devilish smirk. “I’ve found my match, it seems. I will not leave her wanting.”

He slowly dropped his body back to mine, his arms bulging beside me. “Oh, and yes,” his eyes dropped to my breasts, “I would like to return to that point, if you don’t mind.”

I smiled as I let my head drop. Eyes closed, feeling his hot breath on my neck, I said, “Lick my nipples, William.”

A trail of heat moved from my neck over my chest. It fanned an aching nipple. “That is more command than begging, and I like it just as much.”

I laughed, then couldn’t, because a scorching mouth sucked in my tight bud, sending a shot of pleasure through my core. His body moved slightly, dragging his erection over sensitive skin and down, feeling along my public region. Somehow, he was in no hurry.

I was frantic.

I leaned my body back, making him follow to stay attached to my nipple. My hips thrust forward, searching, wanting purchase, needing to be filled. Slick wetness found his shaft and I strained higher, trying to align. Just as that velvety skin brushed my opening, he pulled back ever so slightly. Just out of reach.

“Oh God, William,
please!”
I pleaded in a throaty voice dripping with need.

“Hmm, there we are.” William was smiling again, moving just enough to allow his tip to barely graze my opening.

“No, don’t—huuum, play. Oh, Wil—mmm. Please, just—!”

His mouth came back to mine, needy and insistent. His body coated me, play forgotten, control ebbing. Our kissing was deep and sensual, sweet but wild. He rubbed his shaft up my sex, getting the lay of the land, before a small tweak in his positioning had him pushing up into me in one savory dive.

I clutched onto his body, my world coalescing to his body; his hand on my back, pulling me close, his needy kiss, his girth inside me. Eyes closed, we paused,
feeling.
Holding each other, having just crossed a milestone.

“Oh, Jessica.” He sighed into my ear, running his face along my cheek.

I lightly slide my hands up his back, barely touching, squeezing my inner muscles, relishing in the sparks his size hit within. His lips skimmed my neck as he drew out slowly, sparks turning into bursts.

My hands pressed harder, over his shoulders and up his neck, leaning forward to kiss as he worked back inside, filling me again, butting up against my ends.

“You feel better than I could possibly imagine,” William murmured, ecstasy in his voice.

I was incapable of speech, only able to feel him withdraw again, bursts becoming explosions going off in my groin and ricocheting around my body. This slow buildup was the stuff of legends, but I was strung out. Unraveling. Stretched so thin I felt like my body was splattered across the universe, just pieces of a being pushed past her tolerance of pleasure, now heading into pain. Pain so pure and intense it was as unendurable as it was bliss.

Another plunge, slower, pushing past my brink, making me unable to comprehend the feeling coursing through my body. Eyes fluttering. Lungs no longer working. Paralysis gripping everything but my core.

He kissed me again.

And then I was screaming an orgasm I didn’t know was coming.

“Good morning.”

My eyes fluttered in the morning sun streaming through his windows. I stretched, much like a cat after a nap, and ignored him for a minute as my mind came awake. I turned my face an inch and met laughing blue eyes.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, tracing a hand down my bare chest.

“Great. And you?”

“Like a log.”

His hand brushed my trimmed triangle of public hair as his mouth bent to lightly suck my neck. Suddenly he stilled. “Oops.” He smiled, eyes trained on my neck. “I gave you a hickey last night.”

I felt my neck, as if I could feel it, and laughed. “What are we, sixteen?”

“I know, right? And it too hot for turtlenecks.”

“Make-up.”

“Sorry.” He kissed the offending spot, as if spit would wash it away. Since his fingers dipped lower, exploring, I didn’t mind in the least.

“Shall we get up?” he asked lazily, his lips trailing down my neck and jumping to a nipple.

I spread my legs instead of answering. It was all the invitation he needed. His large body moved over me gracefully, thrusting to the hilt, filling me in a whoosh, which was exactly what my breath did.

His pace was hard and quick, probably ready upon waking. I kissed him hard, racing to the finish line, swinging my hips upward and squeezing down on his shaft, coating him in my wetness as a sparkler of pleasure twirled through my groin.

“Can’t-last-long,” he panted, the room full of rhythmic wet smacks.

“I’m gonna—“ And then I did, eyes rolling back in my head, my whole body going taught.

He filled me a second later, shuttering and going limp.

“Hmm, that was nice,” he said in a sedated voice before kissing me again and rolling off.

I chuckled, not bothering to move. “It was
nice
, was it? Thank you for the admiring accolades. Though I can’t imagine it was much different from your usual Saturday morning.”

“Funny,” he said dryly. “And completely wrong, thank you very much.”

I scoffed, but was inwardly delighted. I had a fear that in the light of day, and after getting in my pants, the novelty would wear off. I said as much after we were up and dressed, me in my clothes from the day before, him in a trendy but casual sweater and jeans.

He abruptly stopped putting on his shoes and looked at me with an angry glare.

“Did you really think that?” he demanded.

I hesitated with the mood shift. “Yes. Well, worried about it, more like.”

He stood up and came to stand right in front of me. Just now, when he was wound like a spring and standing over me, I forgot how tall and muscular he really was. He was radiating power, showering me with it. It turned me on something fierce, though I doubt that was his intention.

“Jessica. It took me months,
months
, of pining for you like a lovesick Shakespearian character before I got up the courage to say something. I am not sure how much experience you've had with men, but men don’t just talk about feelings and personal shit
unless it is dire, or the trust is solid
.”

It was hard to listen with the pressure in my ears and sodden panties, but I was trying.

“If I didn’t like you, I mean
really
like you, so much so that I couldn’t just move on to make life easier on myself, I wouldn’t have bared my soul to you yesterday. That took a lot of guts. Guts that I normally don’t possess. When you said you were leaving I was so afraid to lose you I could barely think.

“Don’t you ever think all of that was to just get in your pants. You better wipe those thoughts from your head right quick, and focus on the larger problem, which is fitting you into my world so you aren’t ridiculed at social functions. It will be a
constant
struggle for a while. We are in this together, Jessica.” He was breathing deeply, his face red with passion, his hands balled into fists.

I’m not sure who started it, but suddenly we were ripping the clothes off each other right where we stood. We didn’t bother moving across the room to the bed. He got my pants off, I his, and he pushed me up against the dresser, followed by a rough insertion.