Revenge Sex (12 page)

Clay had gotten a second room card. The door
slid open silently. There was only the ratta-tat-tat of his heart
against his chest. Light spilled out of the bathroom door,
illuminating the hallway and her high heels on the carpet, along
with lacy black panties, as if the guy had started on her right
there without even making it into the bedroom proper. Steam from a
recent shower still fogged the bathroom mirror, a towel tossed
aside in the corner.

A combination of soap and sex scented the
air. His head felt as clouded as the mirror. His fingers itched to
touch her. Need was an ache in his balls.

Ahead lay the room, the curtains still open,
lights glimmering through the window. The fluffy white robe that
had hung on the bathroom hook now lay across the desk chair. Only
one bedside lamp was on.

Her legs slightly splayed, one knee crooked,
Jessica was the picture of a woman who had just been thoroughly
taken. She wore thigh-high stockings, the only bit of clothing
remaining. Her cell phone lay beside her. Her eyes were closed, her
tousled blond hair spread out across the thick pillow. More pillows
were scattered around her, tossed every which way, the rumpled
comforter pushed to the bottom of the bed. Foil wrappers,
lubricant, her vibrator, and an open box of condoms littered the
side table. Another foil packet lay on the floor, unopened, next to
her pile of clothing, which had been dropped right where he must
have stripped her down. A bra hung over the lampshade on the far
side of the bed.

Cataloguing each item, Clay trembled with
desire even as his belly roiled with envy. The man had tasted her,
sucked her, fucked her. He’d used two condoms to debauch her,
showered, and left, all in exactly one hour. In her prone position,
she was sated, relaxed. Asleep? She hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a
word.

He didn’t fall on her like a wild beast. He
simply savored her scent, her beauty, the creaminess of her skin.
She’d hidden so much perfection beneath her daily work suits and
blouses. Her breasts were small yet her rosy nipples were
succulent, still beaded and begging for his mouth. Her legs encased
in black were strong and firm. The dew of her orgasms pearled on
her pubic curls, which were trimmed but fuller than Ruby’s.

Orgasms, yes, she would have had more than
one.

His gut actually twisted knowing the other
man had fucked her before he’d even been inside her, yet his cock
throbbed with the images. Christ, he should have begged to
watch.

She stretched then, raising her arms over her
head, swishing her legs on the mattress, a sweet little
mmm
of pleasure escaping her. Then she opened her eyes. They were dark,
almost a slate blue. “Weeell,” she said, stretching out the word
and punctuating with a sigh. “I just don’t know if I can take care
of you, too.” She made another of those sexy hums, then rolled in
the bed, pulling up one knee and tucking a pillow along her
stomach, hugging it like it was a man. “He wore me out.” She
snuggled deeper into the pillow.

The smooth lines of her flank made him crazy.
He wanted to lick her, kiss her, bite her, spank her. But her
teasing put him over the edge.

He climbed onto the bed. “Bitch,” he muttered
just before he fell on her.

She wriggled beneath him. “Get off.”

He rolled her, pinned her, held her arms over
her head. “Tell me what he did to you.”

Her gaze was blazing. She couldn’t have
known, even
he
didn’t know how badly he wanted a battle, but
the fight sizzled between them, firing all his neurons, turning him
concrete hard.

He pushed her legs apart, rode her center..
“Tell me everything.”

Her tight nipples brushed his chest. “Why? Is
that the only way you can get it up?”

“Oh, I’m up, sweetheart.” He thrust hard
against her.

She gasped, but managed to hold back the moan
he knew hovered on her lips, dying to break free. “He was superb,”
she whispered, closing her eyes, tipping her head back, arching
into him. “I can’t count the number of times he made me come.”

He swelled, wanting to crush all thoughts of
the other man out of her mind, but needing the words, too. The
clash of contrasting emotions made him tremble with need as he
braced himself above her.

“He was on you the moment you unlocked the
door, wasn’t he?”

“Yes. No kissing, no preliminaries. Just his
hands up my skirt like he was dying for me.” She tossed her head,
as if the memory made her wild all over again.

“And you loved it like a bitch in heat.”

She parted her lips, sucked in a breath.
“God, yes.”

“With all that teasing in the bar, I’m
surprised you didn’t let him put his hand up your skirt then.”

She opened her eyes, glared at him. “Somebody
needed to, because you certainly haven’t taken care of me.”

He rocked and rolled against her, feeling her
heat through his slacks, her sexual musk intoxicating him. “I made
you come so hard you wouldn’t have been able to stand up if I
wasn’t holding you.”

She smirked. “Right. But you didn’t finish it
either time, and you gave me that crap about maintaining our
professional relationship.” She suddenly clawed down his arms with
her nails, leaving her mark on him without breaking skin.

The pain was so fucking good, he groaned with
it. She was putting him through the wringer, and he deserved it.
He’d hurt her. She’d confessed her fantasies, but when he finally
touched her, he’d ended it before fucking her and cited all the
reasons they shouldn’t have done it in the first place. But he
had
touched her, twice, and he’d wanted her, and fuck if he
could continue to breathe if he didn’t have it all now.

“Screw professional,” she muttered, then
latched onto him with her fingers as if they were talons. “Take me
now. Or I’ll call him back”—she smiled maliciously—“and have him
finish what you can’t.”

“Fuck if you will.” He reached down between
them, found her damp center. “You need this, you need me. He was
just an appetizer, but he wasn’t man enough to take you the way you
need it.”

She moaned and writhed beneath him. Her body
was slick, hot, delicious. He had to taste her. Trapping her chin
in his hands, he took her lips. She was so fucking sweet. Their
mouths melded, their tongues caressed, and she shivered with his
touch still deep between her legs.

“He couldn’t kiss you like that,” he murmured
against her mouth. “He couldn’t kiss you like he’d dreamed of doing
it for three fucking years.”

She laughed at him. “You didn’t dream about
it. You didn’t even really see me.”

He trailed kisses across her cheeks, until
his lips were at her ear. “Oh, I dreamed. I wanted. I just couldn’t
have. Did he kiss you like this?” He swiped his tongue along her
ear and felt her body’s tremble deep inside his own.

“He didn’t kiss me.” She tangled her fingers
in his hair, held him close against her neck for a long moment,
then she fisted her hand and yanked him away, snarling at him like
a lioness he was trying to subdue.

Again, the sharp pain ratcheted his desire
higher. He wasn’t a masochist, but he loved the battle.

“But he licked me,” she said, “and sucked me
until I screamed.”

She was goading him. He slid down her body,
trailing his lips along her skin. Then he tasted it, the salty
sweetness of come on her chest. “He came on you.” Jesus, she would
make him mad. He sucked her nipples, licked them clean.

“I made him.” She lifted his head by the
hair. “So you’d know how much of a man he is. All that come.”

“I’ll make you come until you scream.” And
louder than her previous lover.

“Ho hum,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes
at him. “Been there, done that tonight already.”

A challenge. He crawled down her delectable
body, her skin quivering beneath each kiss he laid upon her. When
he reached the apex of her thighs, he pushed her legs wider.

“My God, you’re beautiful.” He’d touched her,
he’d even licked her to a orgasm, but he hadn’t taken enough time
to appreciate her sweet scent, her plump folds, or the tight button
of her clit swollen with need.

“Don’t be silly.” She was on her elbows,
watching him as she had that first time. Christ, that need of hers
to see made him crazy.

“He didn’t tell you what a gorgeous pussy you
have, did he?”

She blushed, then rolled her lips between her
teeth to hide the smile so he wouldn’t know how much she liked the
compliment.

“You are beautiful,” he affirmed. He’d never
allowed himself the fantasies, but they’d been waiting for him just
below the surface, first with that quick punch to the gut when he
saw her, wanted her, followed by the inevitable tick of guilt.

But tonight he’d have everything. “I need to
taste you or go completely insane.” He touched his tongue to her,
worried the bead of her clitoris.

She gasped sharply, then held her breath as
she watched him. As he licked, teased, and suckled, he watched her:
eyes slate blue, teeth biting into her lower lip, breasts plump and
beckoning, the slight flutter of her heart visible beneath her
flushed, rosy skin.

Her taste burst on his tongue, and he
relished each droplet of moisture. She was so wet, so sweet. Her
body undulated against him. He grabbed her butt cheeks in his palms
and took her with fervor.

She whispered only one word. “Yes.” Then her
breath sighed out with a moan of pleasure. She put her hand on his
head, fingers playing lightly in his hair as if she had to touch
him while he pleasured her.

He slid a finger into her pussy as he played
her clit with his thumb. She rocked. He grazed her G-spot. She was
small and tight around him. He imagined the feel of her around his
cock.

Each time he felt her body on the edge of
release, he pulled back, slowed down, then pushed her higher on the
precipice. Over and over, until finally, she cried out his
name.

“Please, oh God, please, Clay.”

Then, with two fingers inside her, his tongue
and lips driving her, he pushed her over the edge.

She screamed. Then she begged. “Clay, please.
I need you. Now. Inside me.” As he moved over her, her hands
clutched him close, her arms smothered him. He took her lips,
letting her taste herself, taste him. Locking her legs around his
hips, she mimicked sex, rocking with him. “Please, please, please,”
she chanted on a mere breath.

Her needs fueled his. Her cries dragged him
under with her. He had to be inside her, and with the last working
brain cell, he reached to the side table for her box of
condoms.

Pulling back on his haunches between her
legs, he unzipped and pulled his cock out. “Help me put it on.”

“Look at you,” she whispered. She licked her
lips, then she looked up at him. And smiled. “Oh, Mr. Blackwell,
I’ve decided we shouldn’t rush this.”

She wrapped her hand around him, and he knew
she was going to kill him with pleasure before she was done with
him.

Chapter Fourteen

He was big, beautiful, thick, and rock hard.
He filled her hand, pulsing against her palm.

“You’re killing me her, Miss Murphy.”

He was playing into her fantasy. She loved
it. Her body was still wet and trembling from that orgasm, better
even than the ones he’d given her in his office. Certainly better
than the few she’d
warmed herself up with
before he got to the room.

“I’m not going to waste this, Mr. Blackwell.”
Not letting him go, she twisted her legs beneath her, and leaned
down to the slit of his cock.

He jerked at the small swipe of her tongue
over him. “God.” Then he sucked in a breath as she engulfed the
head of his cock. “Fuck.”

She glanced up to see his head drop back. How
often had she dreamed of this? Reality was so much better. The drop
of come was salty-sweet. She wanted more. She didn’t want this
night to end.

Holding him tight, she slid slowly down until
her lips met her fist, then a long glide all the way back up again.
His legs shook. She backed off, working him gently with her hand.
“I never could have guessed, Mr. Blackwell, that you were hiding
that
under all those expensive suits,” she mimicked him. On
Wednesday, she’d taken him in her hands, but she’d been too wrapped
up in what he’d been doing to her to take full stock of him.

“I wasn’t hiding, Miss Murphy. You just never
asked to see it up close and personal.”

She stroked him, a prominent vein in his cock
throbbing against her palm. “I was a silly girl, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, you were.” He pushed his hand through
her hair, tugging her head back to look at him. “Better than the
other cock you had tonight?”

She fluttered her eyelashes. “You can’t
imagine how much better.” Then she took him deep again, loving the
taste, the feel, his thick hard flesh all hers.

She wasn’t sure if he realized she’d had him
on about Mitch. Already scented with come from her visit to Vince
earlier, she’d set the stage, then used the vibrator to exhaust
herself. Or at least to make it look like she was completely
sated.

What had he called that? The appetizer.

This
was the main course. Working him
with both her mouth and her hand, she let his need rise, but kept
the pace slow. She wanted to tease him the way he had her, getting
her a hairsbreadth from orgasm, then backing off, until she’d
needed it so badly, she’d actually felt tears.

“Jesus.” He shot a harsh breath through his
nostrils as she circled the sensitive ridge beneath his crown. Then
she sucked the tip, stroking him with two fingers right below. He
shuddered, and she knew she’d hit the perfect spot.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said between quick
breaths. “Miss Murphy, do not make me come in your mouth.”