Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off (4 page)

He started toward her.

She turned toward him. She spoke slow and deliberate, trying to appear calm and composed. “You know I used a vibrator, I did. Several times actually. Of course, it wasn't anywhere near as big and thick as...” She gulped. “...you. Anyway, I didn't want to be a thirty year old virgin. But with a father like mine, no guy stood a chance at getting near my cherry."

She wiped her eyes and took another deep breath; she had completely regained control. “I guess I didn't put it in far enough."

Jack almost choked at her revelation. For a woman who was in a tantrum over a blood spot a moment ago, she was speaking her mind without any problems now and giving him details about her practice with electronics.
Holy Shit!

"So, if you don't want to..."

"Bethany. I want to.” Jack stroked a finger down her arm, chasing the water as it rolled over her skin. She was brazen and matter-of-fact as she spoke. It was like she had this wall up, and he was not allowed to see past it. Like being vulnerable was a bad thing. Then, he realized how vulnerable he was and pulled up his own wall. “Now, if you're over this crying spell, I can get back to the challenge you issued."

She smirked and looked up at him.

"You're not drunk,” she said as if she just realized it.

"Neither are you.” He shrugged.

"But, but..."

"Do you want to tell me why you were so quick to marry me, or should I go first?” He lifted off the shower wall where he was leaning and turned the water off. “Because I can explain myself in the morning. I'd much rather make you pass out from passion tonight."

"I said unyielding power, not passion. Passion indicates feelings you can't possibly have for me.” She opened the shower door and started out of it.

He pulled her up short by grabbing her arms. He turned her to face him and covered her mouth with his. He nipped her top lip and then licked it. He teased at her tongue until she was flush against his body, holding on to his biceps and ready to submit to him completely. Then, he pulled back.

"Don't tell me what I feel. That, little lady, is passion.” Jack nodded and, with a smirk of triumph, grabbed his towel and headed for the door.

Bethany pulled the towel off the bar and dried herself in the bathroom. She decided she had never met a man like Jack Johnson in her life. He was either the most intriguing man, or he was going to turn out to be some sick-o serial killer. Wouldn't it be her luck?

He had married her of his own free will, not an alcohol induced haze, though the buzz must have helped them both take the chance. He had a reason for it. She knew now. The question was did she want to know tonight or in the morning?

As she walked into the great room and looked across to the bed where Jack lay, butt naked and hard, she decided to wait. She only wanted to know one thing tonight.

"Bout’ time.” He drawled.

"I had to dry off.” She climbed into bed next to him and lay on her back, just as he was. It was the strangest feeling, crawling into a bed naked with a man there waiting. It felt good. She felt empowered. His erection let her know without words that she had something he wanted, her.

"What are you doing?” he asked and looked over to her.

"I don't know. What are you doing?” She met his challenging stare.

"Waiting on you to touch me.” Jack licked his lips.

"Oh.” She turned to her side and propped up on an elbow. “I really don't have a lot of practice. I mean, I've had some, and not all of it self induced. I've actually kissed other guys..."

"I don't want to know what you have or have not done with other guys.” Jack cut in. “I want to know what you want or don't want to do with this guy."

"I thought you were supposed to make me pass out from passion.” She challenged.

"Sweetheart, I will tend to your needs, don't you worry about that. I just thought you might want to explore my body a little bit,” he said arrogantly.

"Nope. I'd really rather you just do what you said you could do.” Bethany gulped. She wanted to explore him all right, but she was not stupid enough to admit it to him. He would use any weakness against her for the rest of her life if she said yes now. She blinked and shook her head. How did thoughts of forever enter her mind at a time like this?

"Alright, you don't have to shake your head. I can hear.” Jack stroked a finger down her side, watched her skin tighten into little goose bumps. “But you will need to touch me, too."

"If I must.” She shrugged.

Jack stopped. He could see her biting her cheek trying not to smile. The little lady was trying to play games with him. She really was cute though with her puffy eyes and pink nose. He just wanted to pull her in tightly and assure her everything would be fine. Whatever happened from this point on, it was the two of them making the decisions, and he was not in any hurry to get divorced.

Hell, after a few hours with Bethany, he kinda liked the idea of being married. He really liked the idea of being her first lover. The urge to take her in every way known to man was a live thing.

"You must,” he said as he leaned into her lips, taking them with his own. Bethany was welcoming and hot. She kissed with an urgency her words denied. Pulling her against him, aligning her sex with his, Jack realized he could be satisfied just kissing her for hours, holding her like this. It was strange and comforting all at the same time, but little Miss Bethany was not in the mood to be slowly seduced. She wanted to be devoured.

The tenderness of his kiss turned into something more primal, biting. He used his teeth, he pushed his tongue in farther, and he grabbed her ass.

Bethany came up for air, gasping as though she was emerging from the ocean. Jack did not give her time to catch her breath. He simply rolled her to her back and made his way down her neck, over her collarbone, and under her left breast before he finally latched on to the nipple crying out on top. While he teased and sucked the left nipple, his fingers tugged and tweaked the right.

They could both feel the wetness between her legs, her silent plea to urge things faster. She felt the tug on her womb caused by the tugs on her breasts. His tongue danced and played, keeping the nipples erect and wet, while his fingers took turns stroking and rolling them.

"Jack, Jack.” Bethany tried to lift her hips enough to get him inside her, but he shifted and placed a muscular thigh against her crotch instead. Like an uncontrollable force, she rubbed against it, seeking any release possible. The need to feel an orgasm again was a driving force. Like an addict, she was hooked.

"What is it, sweetheart?” Jack whispered in her ear. He kissed the shell, licked the lobe, and then nipped it gently.

He knew she was anxious. She had been bucking against him for several minutes, but he was not going to let her off the hook. She wanted to be so worked up she might pass out from the pleasure of it all. He took it as a personal challenge, and though she probably would not pass out, she sure would not be up for round three when he was done. At least not till morning.

"I want you inside me, Jack,” Bethany confided.

"Soon,” he lied. He went back to her nipples. Bethany moaned like she was being tortured. He laughed a low laugh and had mercy on her.

He moved farther south.

She had definitely met her match. She issued a challenge, and Jack rose to the task. She called him a chicken, so he married her. She told him to make her pass out with sex, and he was well on his way to doing just that.

His fingers caressed the inside of the sole on her left foot. He was sitting back on his heels, her foot in his hand, his erection looking ready for battle, and his face looking entirely too mischievous. He brought the foot to his lips and kissed the arch of her sole. She tried to wiggle her foot away, but he simply grabbed her leg with his other hand and continued to focus on her foot.

She tried not to giggle, but it tickled.

Then, he did something she had no idea would feel so good.

He closed warm, wet lips around her big toe and sucked.

He had never had the urge to suck a woman's toes, but he wanted to explore every inch of her in the most carnal ways.

Her light moan encouraged him to do the same to her other foot. Once she crossed her big toe over the one next to it, he nipped at it and started toward her ankles. His hands or lips touched every inch of skin between her toes and her thighs. When he rolled her over, she seemed so startled he had to laugh.

"Lay back down,” Jack instructed and kissed the small of her back.

"Shouldn't I be on my back for this?” She looked over her shoulder at him. God, he looked good enough to eat, and he had been eating her body up for so long now if he didn't get to the actual sex, she would pass out before it happened. Who knew a knee was an erogenous zone? Jack apparently.

"Trust me.” Jack licked a line up her back to her neck. He placed a gentle love bite there, marking her. Bethany yielded and lay back down.

His hands traced the perimeter of her ass; then his finger traced down the center of her cheeks and followed the trail to her throbbing vulva. When he inserted one finger, she could not believe the relief it brought to her aching sex. This must be how a cat in heat felt. Why it would rub against anything to get relief. She gripped and released the pillow by her head. Trying not to let him know how much she was enjoying it. She did not want to give him the impression he had any power over her.

His lips followed, and his tongue traced the same trail over her ass and then met his finger. “Lift up on your knees, sweetheart."

Bethany struggled to her knees. She was sure she trembled on the outside as much as she felt it on the inside.

He did not seem to pay any attention to the growing urgency she felt. He leisurely stroked and licked her labia, occasionally putting a finger inside, then two, and as she finally started to feel the tension tighten, he pulled them out and moved away from her clit. The need, the urgency, was making her feel violent.

"Jack, damn it!” Bethany collapsed back onto the pillow. Each time he built her up, she rose onto her elbows and moved against his fingers and tongue. Then, he would withdraw and nip at her butt cheeks or thighs until she calmed down.

"Well, well. You seem a little upset.” Jack smiled and pressed his fingers back into her aching pussy. He could have made her come several times by now, but she was holding back, and he did not want her to.

"Jack, I swear if you ... Oh, oh my..."

Jack pressed her clitoris in a sweet circular motion and wiped all the anger out of her tone with ease. “If I do not what, sweetheart, tell me?"

"Juh,Jah,Jo, oh please ... don't stop ... Oh God, don't stop!” Bethany could not hold back any longer. She had to come. She had to feel the sweet release he had built and torn down over and over for the past hour. It was not optional. It was necessary.

As the wave hit her, she moved without restraint against his hand. Jack loved it. She was finally free with him. He had every intention of teaching her just how good it could be if she would give him the chance. He bit his lower lip as she yelled out her release. His own orgasm beckoned to be set free.

Without thinking, without warning, he pulled up behind her and sheathed his starving cock with her drenched pussy.

She cried out and collapsed on a moan. He continued to pump into her for three more strokes and then spent when her walls clenched down on him and her body shook with another release. Collapsing on her back, he kissed her cheek. They both breathed heavily, the sheen of sweat sticking them together.

His lips caught the dampness from her tears.

"Did I hurt you?” It felt like a kick in the gut; not a sensation he enjoyed after the strongest orgasm of his life had just rocked him.

Bethany smiled. “No. You feel wonderful."

"Why are you crying?” He pulled at her brown hair as he tried to find the rest of her face. A sigh of satisfaction left her, and he realized she was drifting off to sleep. Another tear escaped the corner of her left eye, but Jack could not tell if she even realized she was crying. Another kick hit him square in the gut as he realized he cared. He cared a lot. His mind started turning over how he ended up in this situation. How could he possibly be falling for this total stranger?

When he got up and looked down, he realized he had taken her without protection.

"Shit!” He grumbled and smacked himself in the forehead. He had never been so careless in his life. Bethany did not stir. She lay there, her perfect ass pink from being bit, and then smacked up against his thighs, asleep like all was right in the world. Jack looked around and took it all in. Lust he decided; he was in lust.

Bethany stretched like a cat as she opened her eyes. Her hands were holding on to something warm and smooth. Blinking, she realized it was a man. Not just any man, Jack. He was sound asleep. Her head was not on a pillow; it was on his chest. Her arm was draped over him, and her thigh was lying right over his crotch.

Last night filtered in like a porn flick. She had been thoroughly deflowered by this man, and she was married to him to boot. Her friends might even be worried right now if they were even back to the hotel room. Bethany hugged him slightly. She slowly inhaled his warm male scent and lifted her left hand to brush her tangled hair away from her face.

It was then she noticed it. The ring that was definitely not there when she passed out last night, sparkled in the light. Blinking, she brought it closer and realized it was no small gift. It was not large like the ring Douglas had presented to her, but it was beautiful just the same. A quarter carat princess cut diamond set in a platinum band circled her ring finger perfectly.

How the hell had he done this?

"Jack.” She gently shook him. He grumbled and stirred the hand on her thigh she had not realized was there. “Jack!"

"Huh? What, what, what is it?” He awoke with a start, sitting up immediately, knocking her off of his chest in the process. “What's wrong?"

"Where did you get this?” She drew her brows in together and gave him a serious look. Though, she could not help appreciate his sleep rumpled hair sticking straight up and pointing in all directions, or his massive chest, and blinking eyes. He looked better in the morning than he had last night.