NextMoves (3 page)

Jocelyn held on to Jared’s arm as they stumbled into the
elevator, soft curves pushed tight against his hard angles. The door closed
with a ping and he pulled her closer. Kisses, light as a whisper, tickled her
lips and glided down her jaw and throat. Lost in each other, they somehow
staggered to her room, fumbling keys and locks, until they found themselves
inside.

After kicking the door closed behind him, Jared spread his
arms wide and gripped the threshold. Overpowering the sparse room, his
well-over-six-foot frame made Jocelyn, at five foot eleven, feel dainty. His
erect cock straining against the fabric of his jeans had her licking her lips.

“I want to see you naked.” His eyes already burned her
clothes away.

So he wanted a show. She’d give him one and flashed a
lascivious smile that promised pleasure and so much more. Her sandals came off
and she rolled her shirt up, inch by inch, to show off her lean, toned stomach
and lush breasts barely covered by a black lace bra. Shirt and bra dropped to
the floor. Cool air splashed against her, tightening her nipples until they
ached for touch. Running her hands across them for relief, she watched Jared’s
eyes darken into an inky, insatiable blackness.

Her hand slid under the waistband of her jeans, unfastened
the top button, then loosened the zipper tooth by tooth. Her jeans remained on
but open to tease him with exposed skin and black lace. She stepped closer,
right breast held toward him. “Taste me.”

Cupping her chin, he kissed her instead, wet and wild. His
tongue thrust deep, making wide sweeps along the soft inner skin of her cheek
and under her lips. Her hands trailed up the cotton of his shirt and encircled
his neck. The kiss intensified. Jocelyn’s insides flamed to life, burning away
the numbness that had sunk through her bones for longer than she dared to
admit. A chill prickled along her skin when he broke away.

He stroked the length of her spine, his musky scent filled
her nose as he nibbled words in her ear. “I’ll be all over those breasts when
you’re done. But first I want you naked. Now strip.”

An order?
Rebellion brewed hot, pumping juice through
her channel and steel through her spine. Her body stood stone still.

Jared captured her left breast and volleyed the nipple with
his thumb until a moan escaped her lips. “Strip. Show me how wet and hungry you
are for this passion between us.”

More liquid heat flooded her panties. No one, not even her
ex-husband ever made her cream like this. He was a fucking caveman and she loved
it. Jeans and panties off, she posed nude in front of him, head held high.

His eyes raked over every inch of her. “Beautiful.” He
kissed a rose peak and flicked a circle around it with his tongue. “A taste of
things to come. Undress me now.”

Her fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons in a rush to get
him naked. Liquid oozed sticky like honey down her thighs, urging her to make
faster work of it. The explosives detonating under her skin destroyed any
lingering resistance she might have had as she followed another order. This
game excited her—she’d take her turn…later.

Broad shoulders tapered to a lean, muscled waist. Curly
black hair swathed his chest and arrowed down his stomach. Delicious. A
puckered white scar ran from his right collarbone to his bellybutton, a remnant
of a past fight, she guessed. She bit one hardened nipple, feeling his intake
of breath while she massaged it between her teeth and tongue. He tasted salty
sweet and she wanted more. Gorging on his flavor, she licked and lapped at his
chest, the silken hair tickled her lips, the scar smooth against her tongue.
Jared groaned from the lower recesses of his belly, igniting a yearning in her
to heal the hurts he carried and take them both to a paradise so sublime they
could pretend to be whole again.

She went for his fly, tugging his jeans and silk boxers to
the ground.
Incredible.
Jocelyn ran her forefinger up the newly freed
erection. Her nail scraped against the engorged vein that ran from base to tip
and her fingers played with the crest and the droplets of cum seeping from the
slit. Unable to resist any longer, she snaked one hand around his neck and
pulled him into a kiss while the other stroked that rigid, throbbing dick.

With a growl, Jared sucked her tongue with desperate,
grasping pulls. His hands trailed down her belly to her swollen clit, massaging
it between his thumb and forefinger. Blissful, his fingers were blissful. His
plundering moved to her neck, collarbone until finally he seized a breast in
his wet, warm mouth and feasted. When he had his way with one bullet-hard
nipple, he kissed his way to the other and lapped until she couldn’t stop the
moans.

“Now, Jared, now.” She ground against his thigh, aching for
his cock inside, pounding pleasure through her.

“We’ve a few more things to do first.”

“No, take me, baby, please. God, please fuck me. I need it
so badly.” Was that her voice begging? No one had ever brought her to this.

“I’ll ride you good, baby, promise, but now I’m claiming my
prize. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

Desperate to have him as hot and heaving as she was, Jocelyn
swayed to the bed, feeling his eyes bore through her back with each step. The
musky scent of his lust intensified the farther away she moved. Playing games
was her forte and this was one hell of a game they were playing. On the bed,
back pressed against the pillows, legs splayed wide, she made her move.

One hand circled her aching clit. With the other, she
plunged two fingers into her channel and thrust. Her head whipped back, hips
twisted and arched. One eye closed to the pleasure engulfing her, the other eye
open to devour Jared pumping his impressive cock. His rhythm was pure poetry.
She hungered for it inside her, lunging until she exploded in ecstasy. But
first, that mouth, that full, soft sensuous mouth tasting, licking every of
inch of her.

“Time for my prize. Eat me.”

Jocelyn’s voice splashed over him. This woman was more lover
than he ever thought possible. Lust raged inside him, so intense it ripped
through his chest and seized his heart, squeezing until he was sure it would
pop. Her dripping pussy had him salivating. Ready to gorge, he dove between her
legs. His tongue lapped and licked until he was drunk on the sweet taste of
her.

A moan escaped her lips every time he suckled her clit so he
kept at it and added two fingers up her channel. He thrust and sucked until she
whimpered with desperate need. Glorying in the music of bliss-filled cries, he
binged until the screaming stopped and the purring started.

When her body calmed, his fingers trailed the creamy
ambrosia up her belly to her breasts. His tongue followed in hot pursuit to
lick the juice from each nipple. The silken feel of her skin and her subtle
citrus scent had him howling in pure pleasure
.

Those lips called him and she returned the kiss with equal
ardor, wrapping herself around him until he no longer knew where he stopped and
she began. The blending of bodies jacked up his pulse and touched his heart in
a place that had been cold for far too long.

Lost in her, he barely registered that the writhing of her
body against him became more purposeful, more directed. The next thing he knew,
she hoisted him onto his back and looked down on him. “You know what I want and
I want it now.”

Oh yeah!
Her ferocity turned his already hard erection
to steel. With one arm, he reached for his jeans on the floor and fumbled in
the pocket for the condoms he kept there. Faster than he thought possible, his
cock was dressed for the party.

Jocelyn moved over him and slid him inside her with one
hand. Slowly, too damn slowly, her pussy swallowed him and milked him in
agonizingly sweet pulls. He thrust up hard and pushed at her hips to increase
the speed but she strengthened her grip. Seeming to thrive on the power, she
smiled and kept it leisurely. His adrenaline skyrocketed. The next move was his
and he was going to jackhammer them both into screaming pulp.

Jared shifted, still buried deep inside her, until he sat
upright with Jocelyn in his lap. “And I thought you wanted to fuck. Can you
handle it, babe?”

“Bring it on.” Heat torpedoed through her cells. She loved
men who fought back, played the game as well as she did. Wrapping her arms and
legs around him, she accelerated her thrusts. Jared held her hips against him
and arched up while his mouth consumed her breasts. Sweat beaded her forehead
and dripped down her neck. Ravenous, she let loose and rode him with everything
she had. Intense pleasure surged through her. She gasped his name, plowed her
nails down his back and exploded into oblivion. Jared kept thrusting until he
came with a feral groan.

In each other’s arms, they slid into a reclining position.
Jared discarded the used condom in the trash can next to the bed. On his side,
his head on his arm, he ran his hand over her body. His finger stopped to trace
over the cesarean scar. “Someone gave you some trouble.”

“She still does.” Love laced her words and softened her
voice.

“Is this why Thor left?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’m sorry.” He leaned down and kissed the scar while his
fingers tickled her breasts, nipples and collarbone. The tenderness of skin on
skin was soothing.
I could get used to this.
She buried the idea down so
deep it wouldn’t come out again. She couldn’t afford the need for touch and
gentleness. Too many people depended on her to be strong. For tonight only she
could sink into Jared’s arms and be soft and female and desired. Tomorrow, the
armor reappeared.

Switching gears, back in control of herself, she relaxed
into the pleasure of the moment and the feel of his hard body. She stroked his
chest, curling and uncurling his black silky hair, kneading the steely knots of
muscle underneath until her juices flowed. “Ding. Ding. There’s the bell.
Second round’s about to start.”

She attacked his mouth in a long, searing kiss and stroked
his dick until it swelled to fill her hand. He drank deep, nibbling at her
tongue, her mouth, down the soft flesh of her throat. Lips devoured lips. Hands
grasped at bare flesh, creating a whirlwind of body parts seeking physical and
emotional fulfillment.

“Okay, sexy lady. How do we play round two?” he whispered
against her neck.

“We let loose, get so wild we break the bed.”

“That’s one audacious goal.” The approval in Jared’s chuckle
tugged at her heart.

“Only kind that makes life interesting.”

“You’re on. Prepare to be fucked.”

She knew he’d be there. Jared not only kept her pace, he
embraced her boldness and got hot with it. A rare treat, she’d savor every
minute with him, every inch of him, before returning to the stresses and
strains of her real life.

Condom donned, he flipped her on her knees and slammed into
her. Pulling out, pommeling back, out, back. He fucked her harder than she’d
ever known and she loved it, wanted more of it and returned his ferocity with
every thrust. The mattress sagged. The bed buckled and creaked under their
weight. Their movements accelerated, becoming wilder, more frenzied.
Pleasure-filled grunts and moans filled the room.

“So good, so damn good,” Jocelyn cried and pushed back
against him, rubbing her clit between her fingers. This was torture, absolute
torture, and she didn’t want it to end. He kept pounding until she exploded
into a thousand pieces, her orgasm-driven pulses took him right along with her.
Sated, they collapsed on the bed, locked together.

“Did we do it?” Jared asked into her hair.

“The bed didn’t break, but it’s on the other side of the
room. That counts in my book.”

“Agreed.” Laughing, he kissed the top of her head. “Damn
that was incredible,” he said, breathless, voice thickening with fatigue.

She nestled closer to him, drawn to his warmth and scent.
“Yes it was.”

Exhausted, she fell asleep in his arms.

* * * * *

Jared awoke at dawn and marveled at the beautiful woman
sleeping soundly next to him. Had sex ever been this satisfying? Too many
nights with submissive women to erase his memories of Cara had left him hollow.
Jocelyn was different. Strong-willed, aggressive, she demanded his best and
gave it in return. Last night he experienced a sensual revelation that he
wanted to grab with both hands and hold close.

He leaned on his elbow, trailed his fingers down her spine,
vertebra by vertebra, and lingered on the finest ass he had seen in years. She
stirred and turned toward him, her lush breasts offered an irresistible feast.
Lust gnawed at his chest. Blood rushed to his dick and stiffened it enough to
hammer nails through concrete. He captured a soft peak in his mouth, suckling
until it hardened in full bloom. Still hungry, pussy was the next stop at the
buffet. Her thighs widened in invitation as he lapped his way down her belly to
her mons.

Jared licked her lazily, enjoying the taste of her and the
raw-honey smell of her desire.

“Don’t we have planes to catch?” she asked, wriggling
against his mouth.

“It’s still early. We have enough time.” He kissed up her
abdomen, his tongue flicking along her hipbone while his fingers toyed with her
sex.

“Time for what?” Her eyes closed and her head arched back.
Soft mewls escaped from slightly open lips.

“For this.” Turning her to the side, he bent her top leg and
angled it toward the bed until she opened to him. Condom on, he guided his cock
inside her and thrust. One arm snaked under her body and the other strummed her
clit. His teeth nibbled along her neck. Short gasping groans spilled from her
throat. Her nails dug into his buttocks with every thrust. Pressure pooled at
the base of his spine. He pommeled harder, unable to get enough of her. She
screamed and didn’t stop until he took them both over the edge.