Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica) (2 page)

Kyla sprung off her seat and blocked his path to the door. “Please.” She licked her lips; a nervous habit she’d had since college—and one that had always driven him wild. A sudden image flashed into his mind: Kyla back at his place, trussed up and begging to be fucked. Jackson rocked back on his heels. He almost groaned out loud.

“Kyla,” he said, battling to keep his voice even. “I can’t help you.” He tried to walk past her and she gave way for him.

“Please, Jackson.”

Hearing his name froze Jackson in his tracks. He turned back around slowly. She was there, eyes wide and pleading. She was trapped, trapped in her own mind and she didn’t even know it. He wanted her. He wanted to take care of her, to fuck her, to drive her to the heights of passion and beyond. He wanted to show her what her body was capable of.

“What the hell,” he said, giving in to his own desire at last. “You want to know what I think?” He wrapped his hand around Kyla’s slim arm and pulled her closer. Her breath caught and he saw her breasts jump a little beneath her coat. “Mike’s a spoiled brat. He’ll never be the kind of man you need.”

“The kind of man I
need?
” She looked at him with an incredulous glare. “And what kind of man is that, exactly?”

“A strong man.”

Kyla’s eyes flashed in real anger. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” Jackson tightened his grip on her arm. Kyla’s mouth parted wider, like she was debating whether she wanted to tell him off, but her eyes snapped back to his face. Her pupils were dilated, and she wasn’t pulling away. Jackson’s pulse quickened. “Poor Kyla. You don’t even know what you need.”

“But you do?” Kyla’s mouth pulled down, and he could feel her growing cold toward him again.

He sighed, and released his hold of her. “Well. I guess we’ll never know.” He gave her another smile, meaning it to be his goodbye. But when he started to turn away from her, Kyla put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Wait, I—” she swallowed, and then looked up at him through her eyelashes. Pain and need warred across her face. “I need closure,” she whispered. “I need to get the taste of Michael out of my mind. So, if you think you can help me—” Her words choked off and he saw a tear gathering in her eye. “Please. Help me.”

Jackson wasn’t prepared for this. He breathed out sharply. Kyla studied his face, then moved her hand slightly over his chest. Jackson caught her wrist again, fighting the urge to pull her tight to him and ravage her mouth with his. It kept building, this electric need to fuck her. He had to escape this place or he’d explode.

“Be careful what you ask for,” he said through gritted teeth. Instead of answering him, Kyla raised her other hand to his chest, brushing her fingertips across his sensitive nipple. “Fuck,” Jackson said. Kyla’s eyes twinkled and she looked like she wanted to smile. “If you’re serious,” Jackson growled. “Follow me.”

He turned and walked to the back door, not waiting to see if she was coming with him or not.

He burst out the back door. The cold air was like a balm to his flaming skin. The back door of the bar opened onto a sheltered alleyway, there was an overhang protecting the back porch from the elements. Little to no foot traffic passed through here on a good day, and in the middle of this downpour, there was no one in sight.

He heard the door behind him close. Jackson turned, sure he’d find himself alone. But she was standing there, looking unsure and a little afraid. Kyla looked at him. She was trembling, and he didn’t think it was the cold.

“Turn around. Put your hands against the wall,” Jackson ordered.

Kyla turned around, hesitating just a moment. She placed her hands on the wall in front of her, shoulder height. Jackson grabbed her wrists and planted her hands higher, so that her arms were fully extended, fingers splayed open against the rough brick.

Jackson leaned against her back, reaching around to slide his hands over her breasts. He could feel the hard, erect nipples straining against the material of her bra. Kyla gasped and her hips bucked back into him, grinding against his erection.

“You want me to help you, Kyla? It will be my pleasure.”

Chapter 2

Jackson felt Kyla trembling under his hands. He explored her breasts, slipping a hand under her damp shirt and rolling a swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Kyla shook like a leaf in a gale force wind. The moan that escaped her was urgent, pleading.

Jackson took his time, running his hands down her stomach, around to cup her firm little ass. When she wavered, or tried to move her hands, he’d capture her wrists again and plant them back against the wall; a silent but firm command. Then his hands would resume their slow, careful exploration of her body.

After a few minutes of this, they were both breathing hard.

“Kyla. If you don’t stop me, I’m going to fuck you,” Jackson whispered into her ear. Kyla whimpered, but she made no other sound. Jackson slid a hand up into her hair and grasped a fistful of the glorious red curls. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat. He kissed her from the refined edge of her jaw all the way down to her collarbone.

“Jackson,” Kyla breathed.

“I know you want this,” Jackson murmured against her throat. “You want me to fuck you.”

Kyla moaned in response. Jackson placed one hand back on her breast and pinched her nipple, harder. She gasped, doubling over and pushing her ass back against the bulge in his pants.

“That’s a good girl,” Jackson said. He pulled up the edge of her skirt and slid his hand up her thigh. As he got closer to the warmth between her legs, she let out a ragged breath. “Widen your stance,” Jackson commanded.

Kyla tentatively parted her thighs. Jackson gave a grunt of frustration and wrapped his free hand around her hips. He lifted her up and slid a foot between her ankles, sweeping her feet apart until she was spread eagle against the wall.

While she was still recovering from this, he slipped two fingers past her panties and drove them into her warm, wet folds. Kyla groaned and bucked back into his hand, letting her head fall forward, pushing against the wall to keep from falling down. Jackson grinned and worked his fingers in her faster. He found the electric bundle of nerves nestled at the apex of her opening and began to tease it slowly. Kyla started panting in earnest. Jackson kept up the sensual torture, feeling a flood of Kyla’s essence dripping through his fingers.

“Please, please,” Kyla whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

“What, Kyla?” Jackson asked mercilessly. “What do you want. Say it.”

Kyla, still unable to voice her desire, shuddered under his hands. She was close, and he wasn’t about to let her come that easily. He pulled his fingers away from her clit and slid her panties down. But instead of giving her what she wanted, he reached up to her breasts again, rolling first one, then the other hard nipple between his fingers. Kyla sucked in a breath, trembling even more violently. With the other hand, Jackson eased the zipper of his trousers down.

Jackson’s cock jumped free, full and ready under his hand. He released Kyla’s breast and straightened, pulling a condom out of his wallet.

“Jackson,” Kyla moaned. “I want you. I want you, please.”

Jackson slid the condom down over his erection, hands shaking with the need to drive himself into her hot, wet pussy. But she had to earn it, first.

“What exactly do you want, Kyla,” He murmured, nuzzling the hair at the back of her neck and sliding her skirt up again. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jackson closed his eyes and thrust the full length of his cock into Kyla’s tight core.

Kyla couldn’t stop herself from moaning as Jackson’s cock drove into her, filling her completely. He was huge. He stretched her with each solid thrust. If she weren’t so aroused he’d be hurting her, she was sure of it. But as it was, each thrust of his thick cock drove her higher and higher. This was what she’d been looking for, and she hadn’t even realized it. How had he known?

Jackson worked her hard, his balls slapping solidly between her legs. She was acutely aware of how wide she was spread open for him. He had full access to the deepest part of her, and he plunged into her depths over and over again. Each impact sent residual thrills across her body. It was incredible. The rain pounding on the roof over head, the rhythmic grunts of effort Jackson made as he fucked her, it made her head spin with sensation.

“You’re so tight, Kyla,” Jackson murmured into her ear. “Tight, and deep. I bet you could take all of me.” He pumped his hips against her harder, as if testing his theory. Kyla felt his cock plunging in farther still, brushing up against her cervix. She gave a little cry of surprise. Jackson chuckled and fucked her harder. “Damn, Kyla, you have no idea how good you feel.”

Kyla held onto the wall, afraid if she let her hands move she’d collapse under the sensations. Jackson had mastered her so completely, and this was the very first time they’d ever had sex.

Jackson slid both hands up the inside of her blouse to cup her breasts. He held onto her breasts as he worked himself in and out of her. Kyla was gasping with each thrust now. He was driving her wild and she could feel the cliff approaching.

“Oh,” she wailed, ready to plunge over into sensation.

“Arch your back,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, Kyla did as he asked. Jackson dropped his hands to her hips and pinned her in an iron grip, fucking her faster, relentlessly.

Kyla screamed as the orgasm slammed into her. Her elbows and knees buckled, but Jackson held her tightly, keeping her from falling while he continued slamming into her. Kyla felt her channel clamping down on Jackson’s cock, and heard him hiss at the sensation. But he didn’t stop, working now toward his own climax.

Incredibly, as he pounded into her, Kyla felt herself soaring toward another orgasm. She pushed back on the wall, trying to regain her balance. Jackson chuckled again, but instead of saying anything he worked himself into her harder and faster.

“Oh no,” Kyla said as the second orgasm raced toward her. “I can’t—” but it hit her, swept her up off her feet with the force of a hurricane. She felt her core gripping Jackson’s cock like an iron glove. His cock pulsed inside her. She could feel every twitch as he came.

Jackson gave a shout and collapsed against her back, just managing to plant a hand on the wall next to hers before taking them both down. He held her to him with his other hand, until he was sure she wouldn’t fall.

Kyla shuddered, recovering from the violence of her orgasm. Jackson withdrew from her. She instantly missed his warmth, but pushed herself upright, reaching down to quickly slide up her panties and smooth her skirt down.

When she turned, Jackson was straightening his own jacket. He looked like he’d dashed a few yards. Kyla felt like she’d just run a marathon.

Jackson eyed her with concern. “I’m... If I hurt you, I’m sorry.”

Kyla smiled, a giddy smile. The reaction on Jackson’s face was instantaneous and almost magical. His concern melted away. “That was very nice, thanks,” Kyla said. She giggled, feeling free and relaxed and strangely comfortable with this man she’d never liked before.

“You don’t regret...?” He glanced at the wall, where their handprints were still visible in the condensation.

Kyla lowered her eyes, feeling suddenly shy again. “I think... you might have the right idea about what I need to forget Mic—“

But before she could finish the thought, Jackson rushed her, pushing her back into the wall. He took her mouth in a commanding kiss, unleashing an army of butterflies in her stomach. His tongue penetrated her lips, and she felt helpless with desire in his arms. Helpless... but safe. The contradiction, as much as the kiss, left her breathless.

“I guarantee you,” he whispered hoarsely, “after a night with me, you’ll have to strain to remember that douche bag.”

The need in his voice was so apparent, Kyle felt a pulsing ache between her legs. “Tonight,” she said.

Jackson looked at her, as if considering. Finally, he nodded.

“My car is out front.” Without waiting for her response, Jackson caught her by the hand and pulled her back into the bar.

Inside, the bartender’s eyes widened as she spotted them. Kyla saw a little pout of disappointment blossom across the bartender’s lips. It sent a thrill of amazed triumph through Kyla. Never had she been with a man like Jackson, who was so desired by so many women. But he’d chosen her. He’d fucked her in the alley when he could have had that bartender for another smile.

Jackson led her through the bar, propping open an umbrella for her when they reached the door. He held it over her as they walked the half a block to his parked car, and didn’t pull it away until she was all the way inside. Once she was nestled into her seat, he closed the door for her. Kyla tried to hide her surprise. She had expected some flashy red convertible. Instead, he was driving a hybrid. Yes, it was sporty, but it was a steely grey, not red. As she buckled her seat belt, Jackson opened his door and slid into the driver’s seat, collapsing his umbrella and pulling his door closed quickly. Kyla looked at Jackson. He was full of surprises.

Jackson hit the power button and eased the car into the street. Sheets of rain cascaded across the world outside, but in this little car, Kyla felt warm and secure.

The ride to Jackson’s house was silent. Kyla replayed their recent sex against the alley wall over and over in her mind. Jackson never took his eyes off the road. But when he pulled the car into his garage and killed the power, the look he gave her sent shivers across her body. He looked... hungry.

“Are you still up for this?” His voice was quiet, but his eyes were locked onto her face. Kyla nodded. Without hesitation, Jackson leaned over and slipped his hand up her skirt, between her legs. His fingers pushed aside the flimsy fabric of her panties, probing her. He met her eyes, a slow smile spreading over his lips. “You’re still slick for me. Good.”

Kyla squirmed more from embarrassment than any sense of discomfort. “I’ve never been like this with another man.”