Impact (16 page)

“Shhh…” She kneaded the tense muscles of his shoulders and neck as he continued to berate himself silently. “You aren’t the only one who got carried away, Conner. I practically begged you to do it. I pushed you into it.”

“This isn’t your fault at all. I should’ve had more control,” he groused. “I’m a Dom, we’re supposed to be in control of every situation. I put you at risk.”

“Everybody makes mistakes, Conner. You’re only human.” Dragging his hands away from his face, she pulled them back and kissed his palms. “Hey…” Wrapping herself around him, she began feathering kisses down his spine and back. “Don’t beat yourself up over this, please. We were having such a nice night. I want it back.”

“So do I,” he sighed.

“Then give it back to me. You said tonight was about me. I want you to stop being so hard on yourself and do what you said you were going to do—make me come. And I want you inside me when I do.”

“Gettin’ awful bossy for a sub.” He smiled a little and she laughed, crawling around until she was straddling him.

Looking down, she noted, “Seems like you need some help recovering that lovin’ feeling.”

Before he could answer she’d slid off him and onto the floor. Grasping the base of his cock in one hand, she took a gentle hold of his balls with the other and swallowed his dick. “Shit!” Humming her satisfaction, she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. He felt the vibrations all the way up into his belly and they nearly undid him. Throwing his head back, he let out a low rumble from deep in his chest as she sucked his cock hard, her mouth meeting her hand where she was jacking him from the root. She gently rolled his balls with the fingers of her other hand. “Stop, darlin’,” he managed to gasp.

Jessica sat back on her heels and looked up at him, a sexy smile on her face.

“You better be careful or I’m gonna be demanding blowjobs three or four times a day.” Taking his cock in his hand, he began slowly stroking it as he watched her reaction. She licked her lip and then bit it. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” She blushed furiously, and while she tried to look away, there was no hiding from him. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Admit it. You like having my dick in your mouth.”

“Yes,” she whispered, so softly he had to strain to hear her.

“Yes what?” he repeated, infusing a thread of steel into his tone.

“Yes, I like giving you blowjobs.”

“That’s not how I put it, now, was it?”

She sighed. “Yes, I like having your dick in my mouth. Happy now?”

He leaned over to kiss her. “You amaze me.” After pulling her up, he laid her on the bed again. Reaching back down to his jeans, he grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it onto his throbbing erection. “I’m gonna love on you until you pass out.” This time when he slid inside her, he did it slowly, inch by agonizing inch, torturing them both.

When he was finally seated, he paused, bracing his forearms on each side of her head and brushing her hair away from her face. His lips roamed over the sensitive skin behind her ear, then down the slim column of her neck, over her collarbone and up the other side. Pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, he made his way to her mouth, stopping briefly before venturing on to her cheek and up to her forehead, where he lingered, his lips saying what his voice couldn’t. On the way back down he captured her lips and then traveled down to her breasts, lavishing attention on each one in turn with little licks and kisses while he started to ever so slowly rock in and out of her channel.

He couldn’t get close enough to her. He kissed and kissed her—every part he could reach, and rubbed his skin on hers, reveling in the feel of the wiry hair on his chest and abdomen as it slid back and forth over her soft, pale skin. Intertwining his legs with hers, he pushed up with his knees for leverage as she wound her heels around his calves. Her hips met each forward glide, bringing his pelvic bone into contact with her clit, and soon the room filled with the sound of her faint moans and whimpers.

“Conner,” she whispered. “I need—”

“I know, baby, I know,” he soothed her, reaching between their bodies to capture the nerve-filled nub between his fingers, easily rolling back and forth in small circles while he sped up his timing inside her. Taking her clit firmer between his fingers, he began to pull the slightest bit. “Come for me, Jessie girl. Give it to me. Let me see you come apart, all for me.”

She exploded, her sex clamping down on him like a vise. His eyes closed as he fought to hold off his own release while spasm after spasm rocked her body, a low, keening cry escaping her lips. It was many seconds later before the contractions began to slow and Jessica sank back into the bed. Only then did he allow himself free reign to orgasm. With a sharp grunt he filled the condom and then collapsed on top of her briefly before rolling to the side and bringing her with him, kissing her with the lightest of caresses. Withdrawing from her warmth, he took care of the condom. When he returned to the bed he looked down at her. Her eyes were merely slits and she had a ghost of a smile on her face.

“I should let you sleep,” he told her, pulling the covers over both of them.

She snuggled into him. “Did you bring more condoms?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, why?”

“I want to do that again at least once more before you have to leave tomorrow morning. I don’t care if I lose sleep.” Her voice, even now, was husky with exhaustion and he doubted she would be up for it, but he agreed.

“Get some sleep, sugar. We’ve got plenty of time.” With her curled into his chest, he fell asleep within seconds.

Chapter Nine

Jessica groaned when her eyes opened to a brightly lit room. She was sprawled across Conner’s chest and she turned her head to see him smirking down at her. “What?” she grumbled.

“You’re not much of a morning person, are you?”

“No, especially not when there’s this much freaking light. Why didn’t we shut all the curtains before we went to bed last night?”

“If I recall correctly, we were a little distracted.”

His words brought a smile to her face as memories of last night came flooding back. “Mmm, yeah, I guess we were. Any chance I can distract you?” Reaching down, she ran the palm of her hand over his engorged penis and gently cupped his balls, watching as his eyes closed and his breath caught.

“I shouldn’t. I gotta meet Brady in a bit…”

“Please? Pretty please?” Trailing her fingertips over his balls, she grasped his shaft and slid her hand from the root to the tip. There she gathered the drop of pre-cum from the slit and spread it all around the head, his cock jerking in her hand as she gripped him harder and slid back down to the base. “Would I be able to convince you if I did this?” Leaning down, she took him in her mouth, straight down her throat like she knew he preferred, and he groaned, his hands shooting up to grab the sides of her head.

“Fuck! Warn a guy.”

She removed him from her mouth long enough to say, “Now what fun would that be?” before engulfing him again. His back arched and his fists clenched in her hair. Flattening her tongue, she ran it up the side of his shaft and then swirled it around the head before releasing him once more.

Lifting up and straddling him, she asked, “Where are the condoms?”

“Pushy thing—”

“I want you. Where are they?”

He barked a short laugh and pointed. “Jeans pocket.” After hurrying over, she searched through his pockets until she found one. Ripping it open with her teeth on the way back, she rolled it down his erection and straddled him. “I guess you wanna be on top, huh?”

“Since you’re always being all dominating you never let me.”

Putting his hands on her hips, he replied, “Have at it. But it’s gotta be a quickie or I’m gonna be late meeting Brady.”

Jessica smiled. “I think we can handle that.” Taking ahold of him, she slid down until she completely engulfed him. They both groaned at the warm, wet, tight fit. She began to move on him and he encouraged her, thrusting upward and keeping a firm grasp on her hips.

“Fuck me, sugar,” he told her, his eyes blazing. “I wanna feel you come all over my cock.” She moaned in response and sped up her pace until she was rocking fast and hard and he was slamming up into her. It wasn’t long before she felt the familiar tightening and tingling signaling the beginning of her release. “Ah yeah, baby, I can feel you…so good,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Come for me. Give it to me, Jessie girl. All for me, darlin’…”

Her orgasm hit her and she threw her head back, her back arching and her legs squeezing him as spasm after spasm tore through her. His release followed hers, his fingers digging into her hips as he let out a primal grunt.

When her contractions finally abated she slumped over and buried her face in his neck, inhaling the unique combination of sweat, soap and leather that was Conner. Both of them were breathing heavily and she rolled off him, landing on her back and staring at the ceiling.

“Well, I definitely don’t wanna go work out now, but I told Brady I would, so I better shower and get outta here,” Conner said. “See ya later?”

He leaned over her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She looked in his eyes and saw myriad emotions, some of which she’d bet he didn’t know were there. Her throat closed and she had to blink to stop the sudden welling of tears threatening to overwhelm her. He might deny it, but he felt more for her than simple lust. The thought made her want to pull his head down and kiss him senseless for about three weeks, but she knew this wasn’t the time or the place, so she smiled and answered, “Sure, later.”

Giving her another quick kiss, he rose and grabbed his duffel bag before striding to the bathroom and closing the door. Jessica swallowed thickly. She was in love with Conner Raub. She knew he felt something too, but what? And what the hell was she going to do now?

* * * * *

Conner rushed through his shower, threw on clothes, kissed Jessica and went to meet Brady. He was waiting for the elevator to arrive when it hit him. He wanted Jessica with him for a good long time, more than he’d ever wanted a woman before. The thought of some other guy touching what he considered his made his stomach turn. He’d thought before he could share her, but now… Now he knew he’d never live through it. He’d made it clear to Jess from the beginning the kind of life he wanted couldn’t be had on the tour and he still believed that. So what should he do now?

By the time he reached the workout room at the arena where he was set to meet Brady, he’d broken out in a cold sweat.

“Hey, man,” Brady greeted him. Narrowing his eyes, he regarded his friend. “Dude, you don’t look so hot. You feeling all right?”

Conner ran a hand through his hair. Was it that obvious? “Fuck, I dunno, man.”

Brady indicated the equipment. “You still wanna work out?”

“We should,” Conner answered, sighing.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Setting up the treadmill for twenty minutes, he began to run. Brady started the one beside him.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Conner glanced at him. “It’s Jess.”

“I figured as much. You two have a fight?”

“No.”

“So…”

Glancing around again to make sure the few other riders weren’t paying them any attention, Conner replied, “So I’m figuring out how much I really like her, which would be great, except it would never work out.”

“Why not?”

“You know why not.”

“Oh, the, um, thing.” Out of the corner of his eye Conner saw Brady nod. “How do you know, man? You haven’t even tried.”

“Because I know.”

“Well, it seems stupid to throw away a good woman without knowing for damn sure you can’t make it work,” Brady reasoned.

Conner hit the stop button on the treadmill and Brady did the same shortly afterward. Leaning toward his friend, Conner hissed, “That kinda lifestyle isn’t very realistic when you’re spending half your time in hotel rooms. It’s private, and you
need
privacy to do it right. I don’t wanna do something half-assed. It’d frustrate the hell out of me.” He ran his hand down his face and then reached around to grip the tense muscles at the back of his neck.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” Brady answered. “Look, let’s just get outta here.”

“Might as well. I’m not gonna get shit done here.”

When they were seated in a diner down the road from the arena and had ordered their food, Brady looked at him. “So what’s so crazy about this BDSM thing you need so much privacy and time for?”

Conner exhaled loudly through his nose. Explaining stuff like this was never easy. “It’s not crazy, but for instance, hotel beds aren’t made for bondage. Plus the walls are thin, so if I was spanking her or something people might hear and call the police, thinking I was abusing her or something. I dunno. I just don’t like doing this stuff out in the open. It’s my personal life, and it’s no one else’s business, you know? People don’t understand it, and they condemn what they don’t understand.”

“Yeah, I get it. So what’re you gonna do?”

“I have no idea. I don’t wanna give her up, but this half-assed thing we’ve got going on now is gonna get old.”