Obsession Down Under (5 page)

That was the invitation he was waiting for. “Oh, you got it, babe.”

The mattress shifted under their combined weight as he plowed into her. The hot wet slapping of flesh against flesh, his heaving grunts and her moans were loud in the otherwise silent room. Her heels dug into his back as she wrapped her legs around him, and if possible, he slid in further, his thick thatch of springy hair cushioning the thrust of bone against pubic bone as he rode her like a bucking bronco. Her pointed little nails found purchase in his shoulders, sending shivers of pleasure radiating through him. Surprised that the sharp bite intensified his already-building orgasm, he sank his teeth into her neck and sucked until they both went off like Krakatau.

Chapter 6

Jessica collapsed against Whip like a wrung-out rag. Her orgasm was cataclysmic, astronomical, out of this world. Beautiful, like sunlight trapped in a glass prism, it held every color of the rainbow, every hue, every shade. Her body hummed with residual pleasure. She knew he’d be good the moment she’d clapped eyes on him, but just how good she hadn’t known until now. His initial taunted withdrawal when she refused to play the game had left her feeling deprived, bereft. The words were profane, and she hadn’t thought she could say them out loud, but when she’d gazed into his beseeching eyes she couldn’t deny him. She hadn’t counted on the effect it would have on her though. The first words she uttered sent shivers and tingles dancing along her spine, her senses heightened. The rest came easy. It was empowering to have a younger, big, buff, alpha male hanging on her every word, to do her sexual bidding. Hers to command.

A mindless, boneless, bundle of contentment, she rested dreamily in the crook of his well-defined, tanned arm, one hand caressing his belly.

“That was one hell of a ride, Jessie Rose.” His voice, languid and deep, slid over her like warm brandy custard over Christmas pudding.

“And you’re one hell of a Cowboy.” She snuggled into his side, her voice soft, muffled, and drowsy.

Whip kissed the tip of her nose and eased her out of his arms. “I’m going to get rid of this condom,” he explained.

“Ah-huh.” She felt his fingers skim her left breast, pause at the center, and tweak. Her eyes snapped open. The rough calluses on his hands felt wonderful on her sensitive nubs. “That feels exquisite. Like moonbeams dancing on a silver sea or misty rain on a hot summer’s day.”

“That’s the first time my fingers have ever been likened to moonbeams. Must be the romance writer coming out in you.” He chuckled, rising from the mattress.

“You inspire me.” She fluttered her eyelashes, rolled onto her other side, and demanded, “Just hurry back Cowboy, I need some more
personal
attention.”

“Whatever you say, honey. I’m yours to command.”

When Whip re-entered the room, it wasn’t a great surprise to see Jessie Rose had fallen asleep. He’d flown to the States on business a number of times, and the East Coast was a real slog, particularly when you had to change planes in LAX and wait for connecting flights. Combine that with all their exercise, no wonder she’d dropped off. He didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead, he drew the cover up over her, filled the electric jug with water, and waited for it to boil. Next he made a cup of tea, helped himself to a couple of the complimentary biscuits, and began to read.

Jessie Rose was still in The Land of Nod when he closed his book a couple of hours later, and that was fine, but after having sat still for so long he was restless and thought perhaps a quick walk around the city might be good. A glance out the window showed thin streams of silvery water streaking the panes in rivulets so that idea got shelved.

He smelled like sex, and although the aroma was inoffensive, he decided to head for the shower and freshen up. Besides, the football would be starting soon and with a bit of luck he’d be able to catch some on the television.

When he emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, he dressed in clean clothes and settled on the bed next to Jessie Rose. Still asleep and looking adorable, he toyed with waking her but then figured she must need the sleep so switched on the set and turned the volume to low.

It was the NRL grand final and he’d been looking forward to it all season. When Jessie Rose e-mailed her flight dates, he’d thought what the hell, it’s only a game. After they’d had sex, he thought the gods were pleased with him. But now with the game started, and Jessie Rose still sleeping, that confirmed it, he was definitely in heaven’s good books.

But Ten minutes into the second half with his team one point down and him on tenterhooks, Jessie Rose woke up.

An unfamiliar buzz tugged at Jessica’s subconscious. She stirred, yawned, and, lithe as a cat, stretched, rolling onto her back as she did. Her eyelids fluttered open. Disoriented for the briefest second, she blinked rapidly, then awareness hit her like a flash flood. She was in a Sydney hotel room with her Internet lover, and they’d just had the most exquisite sex.

“Hi, sleepyhead. For someone who wasn’t tired, you sure went out like a light.”

“Sorry.” More than a little self-conscious, she rolled to her side and draped her arm across his waist. “How long was I asleep for?”

Hair damp and now dressed in chinos and a white button-down shirt, Whip was leaning up against the headboard watching sport. The low hum of the television must have been what disturbed her.

Whip glanced at his watch. “Near enough to four hours.”

“Four hours!” Her jaw fell open. “Whip, I’m so sorry.” She bolted into a sitting position.

“No apology necessary.”

The bedcover he must have draped her with slipped to her waist. She reached to retrieve it and cover up, but his hands were quicker.

“Don’t do that, babe, I’m admiring the view.”

She’d had boyfriends call her pet names before, sweetheart and sugar, even honey, but no one had ever called her ‘babe’ before. It gave her goose bumps and made her want to throw her arms around her waist and hug herself with joy.

Her moment of rapture was short-lived, though. Nature was calling. Problem with that, she’d have to cross the room with her flabby, hail-damaged bottom wobbling like a bowl full of jelly. Not a pretty sight. In fact, she’d have to say a definite turn-off.

“I have to, ah, use the bathroom.” Her voice was low and had a sheepish edge as she made the announcement.

“Behind that door.” Whip pointed across the room but didn’t swing his eyes back to the television as she’d hoped.

The big guy didn’t get it so she’d have to spell it out. “Either lift your butt off the bedspread so I can use it to cover up, or shut your eyes while I cross the room.”

He quirked an eyebrow and folded his arms. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Is a little privacy too much to ask?” She squirmed and wriggled in the bed.

“I hadn’t planned on following you in.” 

He had the audacity to grin. She made a face and stood her ground. She could pinpoint the instant that light dawned, when he’d realized she was self-conscious about her body. His eyes darkened and hooded over. Now that he knew, of course he’d oblige and turn away, but he confounded her by saying, “I told you, babe, I
like
the view.”

She gulped. Here was a man to die for, athletic, handsome, admiring her as if she had the body and face of a beauty queen when it was
he
who was the model type. But it was his truth, evident in his eyes. The knowledge thrilled her, so throwing off the last of her inhibitions, she climbed out of bed and even added a sway to her walk as she flounced across the room.

The wolf whistle stopped her in her tracks by the bathroom door. So exuding a confidence his words had given her, she did a slow turn, stretched her arm above her head, and treated him to a full-frontal view.

“God, woman you make me feel like a dog with two tails. I don’t know which one to wag first.”

An inner glow spread through her body and laughter erupted through lips that parted in a grin at his nonsense. “Oh, Whip, you say the silliest things.”

“Just being honest.”

Cloaked in warmth and only a little embarrassed, she blew him a kiss and then swung around and pulled the bathroom door closed behind her.

Chapter 7

Whip loved a woman with a fuller figure, and the white globes of Jessie Rose’s ass teased and turned him on. He wanted to bury himself between her cheeks and take her from behind. That was, until she turned, and then his eyes almost popped out of his skull. What a vision. He adjusted his boys. Her womanly figure was all contours and curves, big breasts jiggling, he wanted to hold and support them, be her human bra. He’d wondered whether her tattoo had just been an embellishment of their cybersex play, so when he discovered it for real on her depilated pussy he was more than a little thrilled. God, it was dead sexy. Visualizing her now, naked in all her glory, his dick went to full mast. The toilet flushed, and he heard the shower turn on.

Fuck the game.

He peeled the shirt over his head and tossed it onto the bed. His slacks hit the deck next, followed by his briefs. Buck-naked and on a mission, he barged into the bathroom.

The look of happy surprise on her face warmed him as he stepped under the shower spray in front of her.

“What are you doing?” She asked with a smile.

His mouth released the nipple he’d latched on to. “You have to ask?”

“What I meant is, I thought you’d already showered.”

“Mmm, but as you so rightly pointed out before you dropped off to sleep, I’ve been remiss. I owe these poor neglected Yankee tits some quality time, and it’s my civic duty to hop to it and make amends. Can’t have you getting the wrong impression of Aussie blokes.”

He lifted her breast and drew the tip into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and rolling his tongue, sucking and teasing the stiffening nub.

With a soft moan, she dropped her head back and gripped his shoulders. He nipped her nipple ever so gently, and she moaned louder, a sexy sound—a real turn-on. Her areole was a huge soft disc, the center a turgid elongated nub, just how he liked them. He suckled some more, drawing deep, her response a satisfying moan.

When he released her to speak, she whimpered.

“But in my defense, Jessie Rose, I was distracted by that great ass of yours, to say nothing of this amazing pussy.” The knuckles on his left hand brushed her mound as he lowered his head to her other breast for some more action. When her nipple became a hard little pebble in his mouth, she squirmed and her face lit with rapture. It was his mission then to make her come by pleasuring her tits alone.

Whip’s mouth was a pleasure palace. A toe-curling, knee-trembling, core-tingling, pleasure palace. When he’d released her nipple to speak, she’d almost cried in frustration. If he hadn’t taken the other one into his mouth when he did, she would have grabbed him by both ears, shoved his face onto her tit and held him there until he did.

“You are so not to speak again,” she told him.

In response, he took her other nipple between his thumb and finger and gave it a slight twist. The one in his mouth he grazed with his teeth. Pleasure-pain shot  clear to her core. Her womb contracted and moisture seeped between her thighs. “Ahhh.” She couldn’t withhold the moan of pure ecstasy that escaped her lips.

“You like that, babe?” Whip rolled her nipple again and gave it another twist.

Her pussy clenched. She could feel her orgasm building, gathering momentum. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She grabbed his head and guided his face back to her breast. The feel of his lips tugging, nipping, drawing her nipple out was divine and making her weak at the knees. Her  fingers entwined in his silky hair, and her head dropped back. It wasn’t possible to come from just having your breasts pleasured, was it? Two minutes later, she splintered apart and had her answer.

“Is there no end to your talents, Whip?” She slumped against him as she coasted back to an even plain.

“I just aim to please, ma’am.”

The self-satisfied grin he gave her was cocky. Well, two could play that game.

“So do I, Cowboy.” She soaped her hands and, dropping to her knees, curled one hand around his shaft and cupped his testicles with the other. With intent and purpose, she stroked him, and a nanosecond later he lengthened and thickened.

“No complaints from me, babe.” He leaned back against the tile, closing his eyes.

Water cascaded over his muscled torso and beaded in the thick thatch of wiry curls at the base of his manhood. The cock slipping through her fist was an impressive specimen. She smiled and increased the rhythm.

The groan that came from the back of his throat was guttural and pleasing to her ear. “You like that?”

“Mmm, magic fingers. I guess you could put this in your book.”

She chortled. “As long as you don’t think I’m just using you for research.”

“Use away, babe. I’m more than happy to do my part for the literary world.”

“Oh goody, my very own lab rat to use as I please.” She leaned forward as she spoke, and her thick hair cascaded down her breast in wet, ropey tangles. She gathered the strands up and tossed the dark mass over her shoulder. “Now tell me, do you like this?” she asked, blowing puffs of cool air across the swollen head of his shaft in short sharp bursts.

“Hmm, I wasn’t paying attention, can you run that by me again?”

She cupped him, and sheathing her teeth wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and sucked.

“Now that I can really endorse.” He grunted, tunneling his fingers into her hair.

He was silky to the touch, and she fisted him as her mouth found its own rhythm. His satisfying groans spurred her on and she kept up the motion until she felt his balls tighten.

“Geezus, Jessie Rose, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better back off now.”

It was hard to smile while performing head, but he was so courteous she couldn’t help it as her lips drew back. She didn’t release him, though. Instead, she kept up the action, taking him deeper into her velvet cavern.

Kaboom.

Whip was breathing hard when she released him. But when she went to stand, he clasped her under the arms and helped her to her feet.

“Wow, babe, if my opinion counts for anything, then I definitely recommend that for the book.” He folded her into his arms, her breasts pressed against his solid, defined abs, his broad hands gripping her butt.

“Duly noted.” She giggled. “Although why am I not surprised?”

He chuckled and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “As much as I don’t want to, I think we’d best make a move.” He gave her hug and stepped from the shower. Once dry, he headed for the door but then turned back. “I’m going to crack open the champagne and make a toast, so don’t be long.”

“A toast? What kind of a toast?”

“Ah, you’ll have to wait and see,” he replied, closing the door behind him.