Body Rush (31 page)

As he stroked the curls covering her mound, Jeanette began to plead in earnest. “Hunter, please.”

He pulled his hand away and straightened. “Show time, sweetness.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned.

8

H
e could be inside her within seconds. Feeding the hunger and finally satisfying the cravings he’d had for so long. Hunter couldn’t explain why he’d decided to combine Jeanette’s hot little fantasy with one of his own. When a little voice in his head called him a liar, he faced the truth. Yeah, he knew damn well why he’d chosen to play rather than pounce. He didn’t just want to satisfy an ache with Jeanette. He could do that with any woman. This was the voluptuous creature who’d captured his attention without even having been aware of it. No, a quick fuck wouldn’t do. He wanted to watch the sweet, curvy woman blossom. To succumb to her own feverish needs.

She’d trusted him enough to come home with him, a veritable stranger, but touching her own soft pussy, teasing herself into a frenzy while he watched? It would be the ultimate form of surrender. With her mind and body wrapped up in hot, liquid pleasure, a woman was at her most vulnerable. Defenses were shattered. Nothing but raw feeling.

The real problem would be keeping his hands off her. Letting her pet the little cunt he so badly ached to bury his dick in was going to be sheer torture.

Hunter pushed the record button on the side of the camcorder he’d retrieved from a drawer in his entertainment cabinet. “Touch yourself, Jeanette.”

Leaning against the dresser, he held the camera in front of his face, watching through the viewfinder. His pretty coffee shop owner lay on his bed, legs pressed tightly together, hair spread out all over the dark red comforter. Her skin like cream, lush and soft, seemed frighteningly delicate. He reminded himself for the thousandth time to be gentle with her when he finally managed to bury his cock inside her. He couldn’t let his savage instinct take over. He’d need to maintain control or risk hurting her. The thought that he could cause Jeanette even an ounce of pain took his ardor down a few notches.

Her hands clutched the comforter at her sides, her breathing choppy. Nervous tension filled the room. Hunter wrapped a fist around his cock and growled, “Look at me, sweetness.”

Jeanette’s pretty brown gaze shot to his, then quickly traveled a course down his body to land on the hand he had on his dick. “Do you see how hard I am? How badly I want you?” She licked her lips and nodded. Hunter moved his hand up and down, a slow massage, giving her the fantasy she craved. “We’re going to make that fantasy come true, baby. Drive me wild. Show me that pretty body all hot and flush with arousal.”

Jeanette bit her lip. When her right hand released the comforter, Hunter sucked in a breath, anticipating what would come next. She slid her hand over her flat belly first, then moved upward to her breast. As she cupped the soft orb, Hunter cursed, his hand on his cock tightening. A delicate finger flicked and toyed with the nipple he’d sucked earlier, making his mouth water for another taste. Suddenly her other hand came up to cover her pussy, her legs spreading open a few inches.

“More,” he demanded, unable to stand the slow pace she’d set for them. “Show me.”

“More?”

Hunter’s hand tightened on the camera as he zoomed in on the swollen, pink lips of Jeanette’s sex. “Open for me. Tempt your Motorcycle Man, baby.”

Jeanette’s eyes were at half-mast as she watched him stroke his cock. Slowly, as if deliberately teasing him, she moved her legs wide and massaged her fingers over her clit a few times before dipping two fingers into the slick entrance. Hunter squeezed his cock tighter before giving into the need to pump. Once, twice, then he forced himself to stop. Too close. Fuck, just watching her tentatively touch herself took him to the very edge. A few more pumps from his fist and he’d be shooting his load all over the damn carpet.

It was an exercise in control to stand across the room, watching. So easily he could drop the camera and go to her, he could stroke that smooth female flesh himself, play to his heart’s content. In an effort to maintain control, he fisted his hand at his side and kept hold of the camera.

A sexy smile curved Jeanette’s pretty mouth. “Do you like what you see, Hunter?”

His hand on the camera clenched, his leg muscles flexing with the urge to take her rough, the need to prove how good it would be between them nearly too strong to ignore. His dick was like granite, he was so fucking hard. Just a few steps and he could slide it between Jeanette’s succulent pussy lips. Again he had to remind himself to go slow. Rough would come later. Right now he needed to see more of that confident smile.

As she touched the pad of her thumb to her clit, Hunter licked his lips and knew a momentary pang of jealousy. That sweet little bud should be in his mouth right now.

Without conscious thought, he stepped away from the dresser. Hunter didn’t stop moving until he was standing at the end of the bed, looking up the length of Jeanette’s beautiful body. She rewarded him with a shy smile, as if knowing her little show was pushing him beyond reason. She slid her fingers in and out of her tight heat, and toyed with the little bundle of nerves, her moans filling the room. He drank in the sight of her as her breathing increased, her shyness slipping slowly away until all that remained was a gorgeous seductress.

“So pretty,” he murmured as he leaned down and pinched her nipple.

When she arched off the bed and buried her fingers deeper, Hunter groaned. Her hips moved back and forth in a rhythm that had his cock dripping with pre-come. As she cupped her free hand over one round breast, plucked and tugged at her own nipple, Hunter’s control snapped. He dropped the camera on the bed and leaned down. Jeanette’s eyes widened, fingers stilled.

Planting both hands on either side of her head, he snarled, “You win. I’m putty in your hands, sweetness.”

He touched the inside of her thigh, smoothing his hand toward the tempting wet center he ached to sink into. The staccato of Hunter’s heartbeat nearly drowned out all else.

“Hunter, I want to watch you touch your cock a little more.” The throaty purr in her voice tore down shields he’d thought impenetrable around his heart.

Hunter kissed her. “The show’s over,” he whispered against the satin of her lips. “I need to feel your body hugging my cock.”

“Just once more? Pretty please?”

Yeah, like a man could say no to such a plea. “Fuck, you really like watching, huh?”

“I like watching you. You’re so big, so hard. It’s exciting to see your fist wrapped so tight around your cock.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetness.” Hunter crawled onto the bed and sat back on his haunches, then wrapped a tight fist around his heavy length. He pumped, slowly, up and down, intrigued when Jeanette’s eyes grew dark with passion. Her lips parted and her small pink tongue darted out, licking, as if imagining his taste. He watched the movement, sensing that tentative stroke on his cock.

“Is this what you like?” he asked. Jeanette’s eager nod sent a jolt of possessive heat through his body. He swiped his thumb over the pre-come at the bulbous tip, then brought it to her lips. “Lick it, pretty baby.”

She never hesitated. Jeanette wrapped her hand around his, holding his finger still, then her tongue darted out and licked the sticky fluid. Hunter lost it. Her soft tongue. Her wild little whimpers. It was all too damn much.

“Come for me now. I can’t wait much longer to have you.”

Jeanette flicked a finger over her clit once before pinching the little bit of flesh. Riveted to the carnal display, Hunter gripped her thighs and spread her wider until he could see all of her. Wet, swollen lips and the tight pucker of her anus. Damn, what a view. First he was going to fill her cunt with the width of his cock. She would be tight. If he didn’t go insane from the pleasure of it, he planned to take her from behind, fuck the hot little ass he’d dreamed about.

Two slim fingers dipped inside her cunt, once, twice, only to slip free and toy with the little bundle of nerves all over again.

Hunter absorbed the sounds of her hoarse cries and whimpers. Suddenly she threw her head back and bucked off the bed, wildly, screaming his name over and over again as she came. Watching Jeanette take her own pleasure would forever be etched into his heart and soul.

Not giving her a chance to come down from the high, Hunter reached over and pulled out a drawer on his nightstand. He grabbed the box of condoms he kept there and tore at it. Jeanette’s eyes darted open. Snaring her gaze with his own, Hunter ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom down his cock.

Poised at the entrance, he held himself still, mesmerized by Jeanette’s tender, innocent gaze eating him up. When her hands moved to wrap around his forearms, the fine-boned fingers tore through his lust-driven brain as nothing else could.

He cupped her cheek and murmured, “You’ve been in my head for months, but I’m not going to hurt you, baby.”

Jeanette released his arms to press a palm on his chest, her fingers curling in his chest hair. “I’ve been hungry for you, Hunter. I haven’t been with anyone since you started to come to my coffee shop. I only wanted you.”

The quietly whispered admission pleased him, too damn much, but it was the heat and emotion behind them that made mincemeat of his heart. Hell, if she had any idea how easily she could crush him. For a loner like him, it wasn’t a pleasant thought.

He pushed in an inch, effectively disintegrating all thought. “We can’t have you hungry, now can we, sweetness?”

“No, we can’t.”

9

T
he head of Hunter’s cock stretched her tender tissues, but he took his time, as if afraid she’d break if he pushed too hard. Jeanette needed to tell him she wouldn’t break.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and nudged him to move faster. “Hunter, you’re killing me.”

He leaned over her, a muscle in his jaw jumping wildly with the control he continued to maintain. “You’re so goddamn tight, little love. Too fast and I could hurt you.”

“I’m not so fragile, please,” she pleaded, beyond ready to be filled by her dark, mysterious lover.

She couldn’t look away from the tender affection so clear in his expression. There was a darkness in Hunter, a savage predator, but he seemed intent on keeping that side of his nature chained. As if she were too delicate to handle the intensity of his passion. The man was an inferno and yet his gentle touch gave nothing of that away. He quite simply fascinated her.

When he took her face in his hands and held her still for his kiss, her insides fluttered. He bit her lower lip, the pleasure-pain zipping straight to her clitoris. As he coaxed her lips apart, their tongues playing, Jeanette wrapped her arms around his head and held him tight, loathe to ever let him go.

He pulled back a fraction and growled, “You drive me right out of my mind, baby. No woman has ever tied me in knots the way you do.”

Jeanette didn’t know how to respond to such a declaration. It was as if she were on a high wire with no net to break her fall. “It’s never been like this for me either,” she confessed.

He slipped in another inch, his voice dropping to a dark whisper. “Like what?”

Jeanette’s thoughts scattered at the feel of his hard length pressing ever closer to where she needed him so desperately. Realizing he’d spoken, she managed a breathy, “Huh?”

He pulled out all the way, then slid back in. Still it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel the wild man lurking just below the surface. Jeanette moaned, aching and restless.

Hunter skimmed his hand over her hip, then farther north to cup and squeeze her breast. The delicious torture took her to a new level.

“You’ve never been like what?” he asked, his voice a harsh sound in the quiet room.

Jeanette managed to focus finally. “I’ve never gone home with a man so quickly.”

The look he gave at her confession singed her. “This is unique for me too, sweetness.”

When he dipped his head and kissed her nipple, then licked the sensitive tip, she arched upward, anxious to feel his lips wrapping around her, taking her to heaven.

“Open yourself more,” he ordered. “Show me you want this. Show me you want
me
.”

His hot breath against her flesh was all the incentive she needed. She spread her legs wider, then pushed against his hips, forcing him in another inch.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. He lifted to his hands and without warning thrust forward, burying deep the full length of his large, hard cock.

She gasped as inner muscles burned and stretched to accommodate the intimate invasion.

Hunter stilled, his gaze boring into hers. “Too much?”

“No, it’s…” She couldn’t find the words to express the sensations bombarding her. His cock touched places inside her body she was sure no man had ever reached.

“Damn, you feel incredible,” he uttered as he pulled all the way out only to thrust forward again.

One large, calloused palm swept over her nipples, and she arched upward, seeking more of his rough caresses. When he smoothed his way down her ribcage and belly to play with her tiny bud, she flew apart.

“Hunter!”

“Yeah, baby,” he snarled, “come for me again.” He thrust harder, holding on to her hips as he plunged deep.

Jeanette came, starbursts filling her vision as Hunter took her over that invisible edge once again.

“Goddamn, even through the condom I can feel you bathing my cock with that sweet cream,” he growled. Muscles pumped and sweat glistened off his chest and abs. His thrusts turned faster, harder. Suddenly he flung his head back and shouted her name as he reached his own climactic finish. Jeanette wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him to her in a tight embrace.

When he collapsed on top of her, most of his weight on his arms beside her body, peace stole through her. She never wanted the moment to end. She never wanted to let him go. How would she survive when he rode off on his motorcycle?