Liar Liar (9 page)

His tongue stroked her sensitive areola, laving the tip with an insistent rasp. His fingers crept down her torso to swirl in her neatly trimmed pubic region, gliding up and down the length of her inner thighs. She flexed her buttocks, trying to encourage him to move his deft hand to her most responsive areas.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her breast. “That’s right. Show me how you like it, Jess.”

His thumb swiped over her clit hood and her hips bucked. He gave a low chuckle.

“You like to be teased, do you?” His eyes were heavy lidded with desire.

“I do,” she agreed. If she wasn’t careful she just might melt away in his arms. It was time to take a little control of this situation.

Jess tugged at the button fly of his jeans, marveling as they popped open with ease.

“Ooh,” she said. A move like that only happened in made-for-TV movies and porn flicks. “Wow, that never works for me.”

Matt arched a brow as his cock burst free from its solitary confinement, straining against the grey cotton fabric of his boxer-briefs in an impressive show of arousal. “You’ve got some skills, there.”

Did she? With Matt, she suddenly thought she might.

Jess kissed the concave valley between his pecs. “You have no idea.” Another kiss, this one a little lower. She let her hot breath warm up his tanned trim abdomen. “But you’re about to find out.” She lowered her gaze to his crotch. If he was half as big as he appeared, this was going to be some night.

A thrill rushed through her at his shocked expression. Who knew teasing could be so fun? Teasing and taking control, those were her two favorites from now on. Definitely.

She gave him a gentle shove back on the bed and laid between his spread legs, her breasts flattened against his pelvis. The sensation of rough fabric rubbing against her hardened nipples was erotic. She lowered her head and heard Matt gasp as her tongue swirled in slow circles down to his hips and across the rim of his waistband.

Matt groaned and bucked. “Jess,” he warned.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. Her tongue laved the skin just under his briefs. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time. “Hush, you. Don’t think. Just feel.”

He growled low in his throat like an animal as her tongue stroked lower and lower, searching for the tip of his hard cock.

“Oh, god,” he said. “You’re so good at being good.” His hands stole up into her hair and he grabbed handfuls between his clenched fists.

Jess drew back and hovered over the outline of his arousal. She cupped her mouth over the head and blew a stream of hot air against the straining fabric of his boxer briefs. One second, then two, and suddenly Matt twitched beneath her lips.

“Dios mio,”
he whispered.

The tip of his cock had released a bead of moisture in anticipation. She ran her hands down the stiff shaft hidden behind the cotton stretch fabric, longing to feel his skin. She pressed her face against the trim muscles of his abdomen and ran her tongue in a wet trail to his left hipbone. Matt groaned again.

She experimented in pleasing torture, swirling her tongue and sucking on the sharp planes of his stomach and hips. Her tongue swept ever lower, inching closer to his protruding tip. His hips twitched beneath her as if he restrained his movements.

Well, she didn’t want to be restrained. Not tonight.

She grasped him through his briefs and rubbed her thumb over the slick, silken head. Her mouth flooded with saliva. She ran her tongue over her lips as heat blossomed between her legs. She ached to take him inside her.

Jess bent and put her mouth over his member. She exhaled, breathing hot air onto him until he squirmed.

“You’re so hot.” He moaned. “You’re driving me crazy.” His eyes were closed.

Jess smiled. “Nope, I’m just having fun.”

She slid her fingers under his waistband and tugged until the swollen tip of his cock popped free. Matt wriggled a little and another few inches of perfectly formed member appeared.

She couldn’t resist. She tucked her hand into the opening of his briefs and rescued his shaft from the binding cotton cloth. He sprang to life in her grasp, easily several inches above the width of her hand. But it was his girth that was the most impressive. She couldn’t close her fingers around him.

“My, my,” Jess said. “Everything is bigger in Texas.”

Matt lifted his head and gave her a sheepish smile. “I’ve never had complaints.”

She grasped him, her hands stroking up and down the length of his member. She’d never seen a finer looking man. His skin was like wet silk. Wet, responsive silk.

Her hands pumped him as she licked around the base of his penis. He moaned.

Matt was a guy who let her know how she was doing. She liked that.

She bent her head and took him into her mouth, reveling in the sharp intake of his breath. His hands flexed in her hair, as his cock bobbled in and out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue along the underside of him as she moved her head up and down on him.

Matt muttered something unintelligible.

She worked his shaft with her hands while her mouth focused elsewhere, tonguing the sensitive ridge under the head of his cock. She slipped him between her lips and his hips bucked again. She could only imagine what he would feel like when she finally took him inside her body. Her vagina clenched as she worked him, as if she could feel him moving inside both orifices. Matt’s hand left her tangled hair and he began to stroke her back, his fingers creeping lower as she sucked him. When he dipped his hand between her legs, she paused to moan.

“I can’t hold out much longer,” he admitted. “You’re so hot and it’s been a while.”

Jess nodded, and he gasped again. She backed off, slipping his head out of her mouth.

“Try.” She smiled.

***

Sweet torture.

He couldn’t withstand the sweet onslaught of her pretty pink lips. If he didn’t do something quickly, he was going to explode.

“Jess,” he begged. “Give me the reins for a while.” He sat up and took her head in his hands, bringing her mouth within range. Her lips were slick; he could taste himself on her as he kissed her.

He rolled her gently onto her backside, his mouth never leaving hers. She whimpered hungrily against his lips as his fingers slid down her abdomen to play. Rhythmically he stroked her clit with his thumb while inserting his middle finger inside her. She was so tight and wet. He couldn’t wait to sheath himself inside her. Just the thought of it almost sent him over the edge. His moist cock rubbed against her thighs as she pumped her hips, moving against his hand.

Her tongue stole out and lingered between her parted lips as her breathing went erratic. She gasped and thrashed against the pillows. God, she was magnificent. He’d never been so turned on watching a woman about to climax. His eyes devoured her, wanting to capture her image in his memory.

“Now, Matt.” She gasped again. “Right now. I want you in me.”

He slipped his hands free and moved to position himself above her. “Protection?” he asked.

Jess pointed. “In the bathroom. In my makeup bag.”

Matteo rolled off the side of the bed, his stiff cock bouncing against his thighs.

“Hurry,” she called after him.

Like he needed to be told.

Matteo grabbed the black vinyl bag, locating the small, flat squared package. He tore it with his teeth, preparing to roll it over his increasingly painful erection. His balls were so tight, he could have bounced a quarter off them. He positioned the lubricated latex over the tip and started to roll it down. Sometimes it was difficult to fit into certain brands because of the thickness of his shaft. His fingers fumbled a little in the heavy lubrication and he had to grasp himself with both hands to keep it from snapping back off.

“Almost ready,” he called back into Jess.

She didn’t answer. He hoped she wasn’t taking care of herself before he returned. She was pretty damn close to orgasm as far as he could tell.

The condom securely in place, Matteo turned toward the bedroom just as there was a loud knock at the door.

“Shit,” Matteo said. He froze.

“Room service,” announced a muffled voice. Another knock.

Dinner. They’d forgotten about dinner.

He could hide out, pretend they weren’t there. But Jess hadn’t eaten as far as he could tell, and she’d need something in her stomach besides vodka. A perfect little post-coital feast waited on the other side of the door.

There was no way he was going to make her get dressed or answer the door. Another knock. Jess made a quiet sound from the depths of the bed covers.

“I got it,” he said softly. “Stay there.” He snatched up his jeans from the floor and dragged them on, wincing as he buttoned them over his softening arousal. “Hang on,” he called louder. If he hurried, he could sign for dinner and get back to business before things completely cooled.

Matteo whipped the door open.

The waiter started and gave him a once over. “Uh….your order.”

“So I see,” Matteo gritted. “Where do I sign?”

The waiter gave him a blank stare. His eyes darted over Matteo’s shoulder and back. “Do you…uh…should I come in and set it up for you, sir?”

“No!” Matteo practically shouted. He took a deep breath and the pen from the waiter’s shaking hand. “I mean, it’s no problem. I got it, okay? We’ll leave the trays in the hall.”

The waiter took his pen and the signature slip with a nervous nod and high-tailed it out of sight.

“Look what I have, Jess.” Matteo tried to sound cheerful as he wheeled the food cart into the room. His cock was now completely deflated. The condom was cold and sticky against his hip. He closed the door and flipped the latch. “Now, where were we?”

No answer.

Matteo slipped off his jeans and slipped under the covers next to Jess’ warm body. “Did you hear me,
querida
? Food’s here. Are you hungry? We have a chocolate soufflé to tempt you.” He touched her shoulder. He was ravenous, but not for the items on the food cart.

Jess rolled toward him, her eyes closed and her breathing deep and even. She curled up against him, as he stared incredulously down at her. “Jess?”

She was asleep.

“Jess?” He shook her gently. “Jessica?”

Her mouth parted and she gave a soft little snore but otherwise didn’t stir. Matteo sagged against the pillows and heaved a huge sigh.

She was completely out.

He could lay here and hope that she would wake up hungry--in more ways than one. Or he could eat and leave. The thought of eating was not appealing. Neither was leaving her. He felt like someone had punched him in the gut. He hadn’t slept with a woman in his bed in years, preferring the solitude of his own sheets after a purely sexual encounter. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt to have a soft, warm figure molded against him.

Jess’s body radiated heat and she smelled faintly of fruit. He pushed a tendril back from her creamy cheek. She smiled in her sleep and snuggled closer. Damn, she was tempting. He really should slide out and leave. Really,
really
should. Matteo tried to talk his body into complying. After two thwarted attempts, he was finally able to sit up and inch toward the edge of the warm fluffy bed.

Jess mumbled incoherently and rolled over. Her arm flopped over his midsection and immediately tightened. Matteo groaned, leaning his head back against the headboard.

Now what?

He didn’t want to wake her. A woman like her would be mortified at what she would consider a sexual failure--her first since her divorce, he guessed. He rubbed his palm over his chin and tried to think. Maybe he could stay, just for a few minutes until he was sure she was in a deep sleep. Then he could slip out unnoticed, saving both their pride.

Jess snuggled up to him, her body feeding off his warmth. He liked the way his palm fit on the curve of her bare buttocks, and the firmness of her breasts mashed against his side. Not many men were this lucky, he reasoned. Jess was one picky woman. One picky, fascinating, sexy woman.

He did the only thing a guy could do in this situation.

Reaching underneath the covers, he yanked off the slimy unused condom, depositing it in the wastebasket beside the bed. Then he turned on his side, spooning Jess’s naked warm body. She smelled so good. His cock throbbed again.

“Down boy,” he muttered. “Not tonight.”

He’d just rest for a minute, until he could escape. He cradled her in his arms, nuzzling the back of her neck and settling his chin into the perfect comfy spot. Just a few minutes…Her bare backside molded against him as he closed his eyes and counted backwards slowly from fifteen.

He hadn’t reached three before he drifted off to sleep.

The rude thud of a door closing roused Jess from the most wonderful dream. She was lying beside a wide forest pond. A breeze sifted through her hair. Sunshine glimmered through the pines, fracturing the tiny ripples in the water to diamond brilliance. Birds chirped overhead, unseen. She felt safe and happy.

Ker-thunk.
At least until the loud bang of a heavy door closing roused her.

What was a door doing in the midst of her peaceful solitude?

Jess stretched, barely registering that she was completely nude before she sat up in a panic.

Naked. In her room. With Matt.

Had she…had he…had they…?

“Oh my god!” She clutched the covers to her chest and scanned the room.

Last night was so fuzzy. She remembered the forest, the bar, returning to her room with Matt, her feral attraction to the titanic Texan. After that, things were…unclear. Her room was still orderly, although there was a metal food cart loaded with still-covered dishes near the door that she didn’t recall. The faint odor of fish and chocolate wafted through the room.

Jess thought she was going to puke.

Her head ached and her stomach growled. Had she eaten yesterday? She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and dropped her hand to the pillow next to her. It was warm. She jerked her hand back as if burned. Her gaze rested on the depression in the down mattress. She leaned over, unable to resist sniffing the pillow next to her head. Matt’s unmistakable combination scent of citrus aftershave and skin permeated the bedclothes. On closer inspection, a few dark hairs clung to the flannel pillowcase. Jess gulped.