Unbridled Temptation (13 page)

“You aren’t going to start crying and rambling again, are you?” Kendall asked. He gently brushed his hand from her belly to her chest, resting his fingers between her breasts. He wanted to tie her up in the worst way, but sensed she was wavering about something. Did she not want to order him around anymore? She hadn’t stopped him when he’d kissed her or when he’d been so bold as to touch her pussy and clit without asking. Maybe she didn’t want to be in control.

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m about to do.” She sniffed as even more unexpected tears sprouted and ran across her face.

“I thought I knew what I wanted to do. I thought I wanted to tell you what to do and take charge of this experience. But I really just want you to read my mind and know what I desire without me having to tell you exactly what I want. But that’s not fair. Besides, I’ve never really been the aggressor in the past, but then again,
that
never yielded me any pleasure. So with Logan earlier I had a chance to try something I’ve always wanted to do. I took charge a little. And it was really great and I really enjoyed it a lot.” She turned her head and sent a watery gaze over to Logan as if seeking to ensure he did, too.

Logan smiled at her, uncrossed his legs, lifted out of the chair, and headed to the end of the bed as she continued her completely adorable explanation.

“But I guess I don’t have a good imagination. I thought I wanted to have sex without being tied down, but now I don’t know. I was going to ask you to fuck my pussy from behind, while I held on to the headboard. I could bend over and you could go really deep, but then what I really wanted was to hear you release while fucking me.

“Like you’d growl, stroke especially deep one last time, and then you’d climax like you never had before. But then actually having to say that out loud in my head or ask you to please come while you fucked me seemed…so…so…I don’t know…not me. I’d never ask for that. But then I’m the one who demanded a round one and—” Kendall cut her off with a kiss. Dipping his tongue inside deeply to tangle with hers seemed to relax her. With each word she spoke, her body tensed. He kissed her to keep her from springing off of the bed in a panic.

It had been a long time since he’d felt so attracted to one particular woman like he was getting attached to Jocelyn. Any woman who could talk Logan into a round one where he wasn’t in charge had accomplished a feat Kendall had never actually seen before today. That alone was worthy of his attention.

The additional fact that Logan wanted to see her again after already having her once was so profoundly astonishing, Kendall had moved forward and continued this affair to see what might happen next. Jocelyn was different. Unexpected. Desirable on a more intense level. One he couldn’t quite explain even to himself. But he wanted her. Any way he could have her.

She brought her hands to his face, gently stroking his jaw with her soft fingertips. He kissed her passionately, until he felt her relax.

“The truth is, it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind.”

Her eyes flashed. “That’s a stereotype.”

“Maybe, but it’s very true and in my mind it
should
be true especially for any sexual escapades.”

Logan reached up and pushed a strand of her hair away from her forehead. “Please don’t cry anymore, Jocelyn. Seriously, the sound of your sobbing hurts my soul.”

“I’m sorry.” She stroked his jaw as well. He leaned down and kissed her mouth. When he pulled away, he gave Kendall a look.

Kendall understood perfectly the expression on Logan’s face. He’d just never seen it during a sexual encounter before. The look said,
Please just give this person what they want whether you like it or not.

Most notably it was given at the Old West Town park when a belligerent customer was demanding something Kendall didn’t want to do.

“Tell you what, we’ll continue with round one and I’ll take a more active role. I’m certain we can both have what we want.”

Logan put a fingertip on her nipple briefly before rising and taking his place in the chair once more.

Kendall motioned her to get up from the bed. The moment she stood, he pulled her close and kissed her tenderly at first but pressed harder and deeper with growing passion. Her arms circled his neck. He put a hand on her ass to hold her in place when his stiff cock pushed into her belly.

She moaned and ground her hips against him. Kendall lifted her up, and carried her to the side of the bed closest to Logan’s chair. He put her on the surface, and then broke the kiss to put her on her knees and turn her toward the headboard.

From the nightstand drawer, he retrieved a condom and put it in place. Climbing onto the bed, Kendall came up behind her, and slipped his hand up to cup her breasts and stroke her nipples. Jocelyn arched her back and pushed her butt into his cock.

He kissed the back of her neck, nibbling along the cord of muscle to her slim shoulder and back again. He lowered one hand to the space between her thighs to assess that she was still as wet as before and to finger her clit.

Her moans continued. She moved against him seductively as he ground his cock into one ass cheek. Nibbling the lobe of one ear, Kendall then moved his cock between her legs. The tip of his dick moved along the slick seam of her pussy lips and made her moan even louder. “So good…so good,” she whispered.

He smiled and continued. He’d listened to the rambling. He knew what she wanted and planned to give it to her without her having to tell him each and every move she desired.

Pushing the head of his cock barely into her slick pussy the first time shouldn’t have been so momentous, but it was. This was their
first
time. Their very first time connected so intimately together. He wanted to remember. Wanted to take note.

He pushed out a slow breath and just
felt
her. The tremble in her limbs and the soft moans from her throat came first. He breathed in again. She smelled like sex and a sultry floral perfume. Plus, the way she pushed her hips against him all combined together in his mind to form a solid memory of anticipated bliss.

Kendall shoved his cock a bit deeper into her pussy. She was small and tight. He really liked small and tight. Wrapping his arms around the front of her body for leverage, Kendall thrust his cock as deep as it would go.
Nirvana
.

She writhed in his arms. “Kendall,” she whispered once after sucking in a deep, sexy breath, sending his heartbeat racing. He loved hearing his name from her soft lips.

He pulled out and stroked his cock hard and fast inside her sweet, slick pussy once more.

Holding her tight, he bent over, pushing her down to the surface of the bed. Her ass was still in the air, and he relished rubbing it softly even as he wanted to spank her bottom red.

Not wanting to do something she hadn’t asked for, he slid his hand between her thighs and fingered her clit. She was wet, moaning and making him want her even more. He resumed thrusting and realized it felt really good to fuck her. She wasn’t tied down, but it wasn’t like this sexual experience was no fun.

Kendall lifted the top part of her body and hooked her hands on the padded headboard attached to the wall. He pinched one pert nipple, resumed stroking her clit, and kept a steady rhythm of cock strokes going in and out of her body.

He knew she wanted him to come, but he hadn’t decided whether to allow himself the pleasure. Faking an orgasm was out of the question.

The longer he fucked her the more he wanted to come, and the more he wanted
her
to come. A little out of his depth with this experience, Kendall sped the strokes to her clit. She wasn’t talking or telling him to do anything else, so he continued on.

She moved one hand from the headboard and moved it to her unoccupied breast. Squeezing her own nipple was so surprising that Kendall almost lost it. Narrowly gaining his control, he kissed the back of her neck.

“I love watching you pinch your nipple,” he whispered.

A startled laugh escaped her lovely lips. “Good. I’m glad.”

He shot his cock deeply into her pussy. “Do you like it when I fuck you hard and deep?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Her head tilted back a bit. He kept fucking her harder and deeper. She was so tight, each stroke was a test of his limited and wavering control.

“Kendall!” she exclaimed all of a sudden. “Oh God,” she said loudly. Then her pussy clamped down hard on his cock as he thrust inside, and he almost
did
lose it.

Her back arched once more, her hand moving to the headboard again with the other. Her head dropped forward. Her hair slid over her shoulders.

Kendall moved his hands to grip her hips and started fucking her as hard and fast as he could manage. He closed his eyes, bent over, buried his face against the back of her neck, inhaling the seductive scent of her hair deeply into his lungs, and allowed himself to let go.

Each deep cock stroke sent a pulse of excitement up his spine. His fingers gripped her hips even tighter. She was so tight, so hot, so slick. He slammed his cock hard and fast. Faster and harder. Deep, and then deeper, and finally deepest.

The powerful orgasm that eventually crashed out of him with unexpected ease started at the top of his body, eased down to his balls, circling once or twice before spewing pleasure out the length of his supersensitive cock with wave after wave of primitive bliss.

He fairly growled her name over and over again as he released and released and released.

“Fuck,” he heard Logan whisper from his chair next to the bed.

Jocelyn slapped her hands on the wall above the headboard, stretching her lithe body up the flat surface. Kendall moved his hands to cover hers as the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt without restraints continued to spew forth from his groin. He pressed his palms over her hands, pinning her forearms to the wall and keeping her firmly in place. The pleasure continued. Unfathomable ecstasy roared through his body as his hips pumped again and again. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath or get his fill.

After several long seconds he finally stopped moving and sagged against her body, flattening her against the wall even harder.

“Oh. My. God,” she said reverently. A soft sigh came forth next. “Thank you for reading my mind.”

“Trust me”—he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing—“that was completely my pleasure.”

“You came, didn’t you?” Her tone was so hopeful, as if she wasn’t a success if he hadn’t attained the ultimate pleasure.

“Damn skippy, I did. Like a fucking out-of-control freight train.”

“If round one is this good, I hope I can last through round two.”

“I’ll help you,” he said, and kissed her shoulder. “Although, I did sort of subdue you against the wall at the end there. Lost my head a bit.”

“I didn’t mind.”

With one last kiss to her cheek, Kendall pulled his still-stiff cock from her and went to clean up. Even as relaxed as his muscles were from the finest noncontrolled sex in a decade, his sole focus was on returning to tie Jocelyn down and take her again. And again.

He heard music suddenly emanate from the other room. When he walked back inside, he was surprised to see Logan dancing close with a still-naked Jocelyn to what sounded like a familiar eighties slow song he couldn’t name playing from their sound system. She was hanging on him as if spent.

Kendall watched for a slow count of ten before moving in closer to step in, tap Logan’s shoulder, and take a turn. Once she was leaning hard against Kendall’s body, Logan backed away with a sly smile, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

Even as relaxed as she felt in his embrace, Jocelyn still looked a bit nervous. Kendall wanted her again with a lust he hadn’t felt in quite a long while. Especially not for a woman he just fucked like a crazy jackrabbit on speed, even though he hadn’t tied her down yet.

“Are you ready for round two, Jocelyn?”

One of her shoulders lifted slightly. “I think so.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“I’m going to stick with ‘stagecoach.’”

He grinned. “Perfect.”

Before he could even form the thought in his head for the leather bindings he wanted to use for round two, the damn emergency phone rang. Both he and Logan stopped what they were doing and stared through the wall at the offending sound of the phone as a second ring pealed gratingly.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kendall said under his breath.

He released Jocelyn carefully, strode out of the room still naked, and now furious, to the separate phone on the desk for park emergencies.

“What?” his less-than-civil tone fairly screamed into the phone before a third ring could sound.

Zane cleared his throat. “Sorry to bother you, Kendall, but Reggie is missing.”

“What the fuck do you mean by missing?” Murderous thoughts coursed through his brain at the idea of Reggie ruining his evening.

“No one saw him leave. We think he might still be inside the Old West Town park somewhere. Maybe hiding or looking around for an
afterhours
story.”

Kendall closed his eyes, and felt his blood pressure rise. “Maybe he slipped away without anyone seeing him,” he said, not really believing his own hopeful words.