Impact (11 page)

He smiled. “You’ll suck it if I tell you to.”

“So arrogant…” Sliding a hand up his chest, she tilted her head and looked at him through her lashes. “Do you still want me to shave?”

A rumble sounded from deep in his throat. “Since I’m here now I’ll shave you myself.”

“Great,” she answered, deadpan.

He leaned in, pushing his erection into her belly. “Then, once you’re bare, I’m gonna lick your pussy ’til you come all over my face.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “So I get to have an orgasm tonight?” She knew she should be insisting he rest, but man, she really wanted to come.

“If you’re a good girl.”

The elevator doors opened and she ushered him down the hall. “Do you need anything from your room? I can go get it while you lie down.”

“Nah, I’ll grab everything tomorrow mornin’. Speaking of that, though. I’m rooming with Brady in Anaheim. I told him not to expect me home too much, though.”

“Pretty confident, aren’t you?”

“Damn right.” He sat and began to tug his boots off. She noticed how he scowled when he had trouble and she bent down to help him. “I could get used to this kinda treatment,” he teased her.

After pulling his boots off, she stripped off his jeans and Western shirt, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. Leaning down, she ran her fingertips over the bruise on his thigh. While he was technically right it was a bruise, it was about the size of a grapefruit and she knew it would be painful for a week or two. She kissed it gently. “Up a little, sweetheart, you’re missin’ it.”

She raised her head and glared at him. “Hush.” Moving on to his shoulder, she didn’t see any discernable bruises. “Does it hurt?”

He shrugged with his good shoulder. “It got wrenched. It’ll be sore for a while. It happens. Could’ve been a lot worse.”

Pressing her lips with the gentlest of pressure, she rained kisses all over his shoulder. He let her, lying back with his other arm behind his head as he watched her. “Does anything else hurt?”

“Honey, my whole body aches, but the bull’s only one reason.” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Is sex all you think about?”

“It is when you’re straddlin’ my dick. Take off your shirt.”

“I said no sex.”

“Who said anything about sex? I wanna have a look at your pretty tits. You wouldn’t deny an injured man, would you?”

“You are so full of shit,” she groused, but pulled her shirt off.

“Now the bra.” She released her breasts from their confines and he moaned. “So pretty. Bring one of them down here to me.”

Leaning forward, she placed a needy breast in his mouth. He sucked hard, laving his tongue over the nipple repeatedly. Turning his head, he pulled the other breast into his warm, wet mouth and nipped and sucked it until the nipple stood at a sharp contrast.

“Lie back and let me massage those muscles, Conner.”

He finally acquiesced and she ran her hands down the center of his chest. When she got to the waistband of his underwear she pulled down and he lifted to help her get them off. Then she began at his feet, slowly working out the knots and tension in his muscles. He moaned and gave encouragement as she moved up his legs. When she reached the juncture of his thighs, being careful around the bruise on the way up, she completely bypassed his cock and moved to his abs.

“No fair!”

She chuckled. “You sound like a five-year-old who got his favorite toy taken away.”

“If you ignore my dick my favorite toy
has
been taken away.”

“Relax, Conner, and enjoy it.”

“Vixen.”

She laughed as she moved up to his pecs. Knowing he might be sore, she massaged very gently and he purred like a kitten. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched her ply his muscles and sinew. She rubbed each arm, moving gingerly near his injured shoulder, then moved on to his head and rubbed it while he sucked on her nipples.

“How’s that?”

“Feels awesome, sugar. I just need one more spot covered.” She looked at him in confusion. Had she missed something? “My cock.” He reached down and took it in hand, stroking it from root to tip in long, slow tugs. “I want my cock massaged inside your mouth. Now, darlin’. Suck it.”

She scooted down on the bed in between his spread legs and took him into her mouth, running her tongue around the fat, purplish head. He fell back against the pillows with a harsh groan. “Aw yeah, baby, just like that.” Bobbing her head up and down on his length, she took him a little deeper with each pass. She hadn’t taken all of him yet, though, and he reached down, grabbing her head and pushing her down as he thrust up. Concentrating on not gagging, she opened her throat to him and breathed out of her nose.

“All of me, baby, swallow my whole dick.” She did and he held the back of her head, keeping her immobile as his cock pulsed in her mouth. “Don’t move,” he ground out. “Shit, that was close.” He released her head and collapsed against the pillows again as she brought him most of the way out of her mouth and gently sucked on the very tip. Conner was reduced to firing off curse after curse as his control shattered and he came, coating her tongue in his hot, sticky seed.

She pulled off him and licked up and down his shaft, cleaning it before placing a kiss at the very tip. Looking up at him, she saw smoky, sleepy eyes betraying more emotion than he was probably aware of. Besides the obvious pleasure, there was a tenderness she hadn’t expected. Her brow furrowed for a second before she schooled her features. She rose and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. By the time she was done, he was sound asleep.

* * * * *

Brady and Conner had made good time down to Anaheim and were able to check in at the next event with time to spare. They went to check in at their suite at a hotel right next to Disneyland and Conner called Jessica. She’d taken a flight, courtesy of the NBT, who paid for all her travel and lodging expenses, and was staying at a hotel a few miles down the road, closer to the arena.

“Hey, sugar, how was the flight?”

“Bumpy. We got stuck in a prop plane. I hate those.” Conner could practically see her shiver over the phone and smiled. “How was the drive? How’s your body feeling after being cooped in the car for so long?”

“I popped a couple of ibuprofen, which helped, but it’s a little stiff. Probably will be for a while.” He and Jessica rang off, and when he glanced over at Brady, he was smiling like a loon.

“What?”

His friend tilted his head, assessing him. “You really like her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Conner replied, not meeting his gaze.

“I’ve never seen you chase a woman like this. I’ve never seen you stay with a woman like this. And if last night with Tucker is any indication, you have some pretty deep feelings for this girl. So let me give you some advice. Don’t let some dumb ideas about what’s right and wrong get in the way of makin’ you happy.”

“This BDSM thing throws a big ole monkey wrench into the works. She’s into it, which is great, but it’s not something we can do on the road. Sure, I can dominate her in bed some, but to me, the lifestyle is a lot more than being in bed. If you can believe it, it’s not all about the sex. I don’t want some weak-willed woman who’ll kowtow to me all the time—that’d bore the shit out of me—but I do want someone who I can take care of.”

“What do you mean, ‘take care of’?”

“I mean doing everyday nice stuff like brushing her hair, buying her favorite perfume, making sure she gets enough sleep and eats right. She’s gotta be willing to let me lead.”

“You really do want to take care of a woman,” Brady marveled, his eyes showing his surprise. “I mean like,
really take care
of one. Wow. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“And for a Dom,” Conner continued, “part of taking care of the woman is punishin’ them when they don’t follow your rules.”

“You mean like spanking and shit?”

“Yep.”

“Holy shit. You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

“We’re gonna talk more about this when we have time. Don’t think I’m lettin’ you off the hook.”

Conner snorted. “You’re like a dog with a bone, you know that?”

Conner drew an easier bull than he had the previous night, and though he needed points, he was happy to give his shoulder a break. Brady drew a ranker bull, but since he was still the top-ranked “King of Rodeo” it was expected he’d ride some of the hardest bulls. They prepared their bull ropes as usual and both got through their rides, though Conner’s hurt like a son of a bitch as the shoulder he’d wrenched was his holding arm.

Satisfied with the day, he called Jessica. “I want you.”

“Well, hello to you too.”

“We didn’t get to do what I wanted last night ’cuz I conked out. Meet me at your hotel. What room number are ya?”

“6733.”

“Half-hour, Jessie girl. Don’t be late.” Hanging up, he almost wanted to rub his hands together in anticipation. Tonight he would shave Jess bare before eating her delectable pussy. Then after he’d gotten his fill he’d take her ass for the first time. His dick pounded to be let out of his jeans and he stroked himself through the denim a couple of times to try to ease the ache. “Soon, boy, soon,” he muttered, heading down the hallway toward the front of the arena and a cab.

* * * * *

Jessica sat on the bed in her hotel room, slowly chewing her way through her bottom lip. Conner was due any minute and she hadn’t moved since she’d stepped into the room other than to give Viola a quick call to check in. She knew what was going to happen tonight—wanted it, craved it, but it still scared her. Tonight Conner would master her in the most elemental way possible.

Would it hurt? The first and only time she’d ever had anal sex, both she and her boyfriend at the time had been new to it. He hadn’t lasted long and had come before she could really process what she was feeling. It hadn’t hurt, per se, as far as she could remember anyway, but Conner was larger than her ex.

Jessica knew as long as a woman was properly prepared, anal sex could be quite pleasurable. There was no doubt he was no stranger to how to prepare her for it. She also knew he would do everything he could to make sure it was a good experience, particularly since he knew it was only her second time. Even so, she couldn’t stop the shiver working its way down her spine at the thought of something as big as Conner’s penis in a place never intended to have something go
in
it. He wasn’t even here yet and already she felt…submissive, as if she wanted to be on her knees when he arrived.

Then the decision was made. She
did
want to be on her knees when he arrived. She hurried to place the key under the door like she had the other night and pulled at her clothes, throwing them toward the chair in the corner of the room. When she was finally naked, she knelt between the beds like he’d ordered her to before and waited for him. Her pussy clenched and her clit pulsed as she thought about his reaction.

She didn’t have to wait long. He must’ve seen the key, because the door opened with the telltale scrape on industrial carpet. She’d left only one light one in the foyer. “Jess?”

“Over here,” she got out, her voice husky with arousal.

“Fuck me,” he whispered. “You are just the prettiest li’l thing, kneeling for me.” He stepped up to her and undid his pants, pulling out his hardening cock. “Open, darlin’.” She did and he slid his entire length to the back of her throat in one quick motion. After holding himself there for long seconds he began to fuck her mouth with smooth, short strokes. “I love seeing your mouth stretched around my cock. I love knowing I can look forward to this at the end of the day, getting my cock buried balls-deep in your warm, wet mouth. Look up at me, Jessie girl.”

Jessica did, and he let out a feral growl as he plunged deeper until his cock head hit the soft palate at the back of her throat. He pulled out until the head rested on her bottom lip, then repeated, “Mine,” as he thrust back in. “This mouth is mine,” he told her as he cupped her chin and kept her eyes focused on his. “Your pretty pink pussy is mine, and after tonight, that sweet, sweet ass of yours is gonna be mine too. You hear me?”

Jessica could only moan in response. Her juices were flowing so heavily her thighs were getting sticky, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to fuck her in every possible way for as long as he wanted. She surrendered the control of her pleasure, surrendered herself to him totally.

As if he knew she’d submitted completely, he released a snarl from his chest and began relentlessly sawing in and out of her mouth. She held on for the onslaught and tried not to choke when his cock jammed into her throat. With a roar he held her and came. She swallowed all he had to give her until he pulled her off. “Enough,” he panted.

She stayed on her knees waiting for further instructions while he collapsed onto the bed. After a moment he reached down and pulled off his boots and socks, sending them in the same general direction as her clothes. “Fuck, baby. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I know,” she answered softly. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You did,” he drawled. “As soon as I saw you kneelin’ there, naked, waiting for me, my dick got so hard so fast I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from blood loss to the head.” She smiled a little at his assessment but didn’t say anything. He rolled, leaning over the bed. “Gimme some sugar.” He pulled her with a firm hand to the back of her neck and attacked her lips, then drew back. “Have you been bitin’ that lip again?”