Sinners On Tour 02 Rock Hard (21 page)

Staring at the innocuous cadet-blue bungalow, Jessica sat in her mother’s driveway filled with dread. She couldn’t do this. Could not stay in that house. Sure, her mother was a pain in the ass and made her crazy with the constant harping, but her stepfather, Ed… Just thinking about him made her skin crawl.

A five-hour drive, mostly through the Mojave Desert, had done a lot to put things into perspective. It was astonishing how much better her brain worked when a certain man wasn’t stirring her emotions like a blender on liquefy. She felt kind of bad for going off on Sed just because he’d reacted badly to the press. In the same situation, she wasn’t sure what she would have said. She definitely wouldn’t have claimed to be his fiancée. More likely, she’d have gotten physically violent. In his stupid, macho way, Sed had been trying to make things better. He hadn’t succeeded. Not by a long shot. But it had been his intention. Sometimes that was more important than the outcome. Wasn’t it? She didn’t know.

Jessica pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and stared at it for a good ten minutes before dialing Sed’s number.

“Jessica?” Sed answered breathlessly.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Silence for a long minute.

“Did you need something?” he asked finally.

She glanced up at her mother’s house and then at the dashboard. “A place to stay,” she said in a mousy squeak.

Another long silence. “Do you want to stay with me?”

She nodded, her chest tight. Why did she feel like crying?

“Jessica?”

She realized he hadn’t heard the marbles rattling around in her head when she’d nodded. “Yes. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I’m sorry I went off on you in Vegas. I know you were just trying to fix things.”

“Sometimes I say some pretty stupid shit.”

“Sometimes?” She laughed. It felt good. She didn’t understand why it bothered her so much to fight with him. She didn’t like the idea that she had started to care about him again in such a short time. Or maybe she’d never stopped caring. She didn’t know. She just wanted to be with him. Even if that meant she had to swallow her pride, call him, and ask for a place to stay.
Stupid, Jessica. So stupid.

“Do you know where I live? Or do you want me to pick you up?”

“Give me your address. I’ll find it.”

While she was writing his address on a receipt she’d found in her purse, the front door opened and Ed stepped out on the porch. His bulbous eyes brightened when he noticed her sitting in the driveway. She lodged the phone between the side of her head and her shoulder, put the car in reverse, and headed back to Sed. The lesser of two evils, she told herself, which in no way explained the buoyancy in her heart.

Sed opened the front door to his condominium and there stood Jessica on his threshold. Myrna had given Jessica three days and she hadn’t lasted six hours. He forced himself not to gloat. She cared. She did, or she wouldn’t be there. He would pretend like he hadn’t been in his car on his way to her mother’s house when she’d called.

“Come in,” he said, beckoning Jessica inside. She glanced around as she entered, carrying one of the bags from her car. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief.

“This place is huge!” Her voice echoed slightly in the two-story foyer.

“I got a great deal on it. It was in foreclosure. I paid about half what it’s really worth.”

She continued into the condo, glancing around at the tasteful decor. Most of his furniture was white, the pillows, rugs, accent pieces, and artwork red and black. “I assume you hired a decorator.”

He scratched his head. Not exactly. Tanya had taken her payment in sexual favors. Over a week’s worth of them. But that had been a year ago. “Uh… A friend took care of it for me.”

Jessica gave him a reproachful look, but didn’t press for details. “Where’s the guest room?”

Yeah, like he was going to put her in there. “My bedroom is up on the second floor.”

She followed him up the cast-iron spiral staircase to the second floor. There was an open loft area at the top of the stairs—his man cave and entertainment mecca. Massaging recliners, home theater, stereo, video games, dartboard, pool table, wet bar, and, through a set of French doors, an enormous rooftop balcony complete with hot tub, BBQ pit, and a spectacular view of the ocean.

Jessica glanced around, her mouth still agape. “This is a bachelor’s wet dream.”

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s wonderful, Sed. How do you stand living on the tour bus when you have this waiting for you at home?”

“You know I love to be on tour. I live for it. But if I can’t be on the road, this keeps me entertained for a couple of days.” He took her bag from her and tossed it over his shoulder before grasping her hand. “Let me show you the bedroom.” He wanted some make-up sex. Like, immediately.

He led her through the expansive loft area to a set of white double doors along the far wall. He pushed the handle down and the door swung open. Jessica’s breath caught. The furniture was all heavy and mahogany, except for the small love seat in the corner of the room, which was upholstered in cream-colored fabric. His king-sized four-poster bed dominated the room. The thick navy and chocolate brown bedding looked inviting, but Sed had no plans to take a nap.

Jessica walked around the bed and gazed at the fireplace. He’d never understood why he needed a fireplace in Southern California, but Tanya had insisted upon it. And when Jessica knelt on the thick rug and leaned toward it for a closer inspection, he sent a silent word of thanks to the insatiable interior decorator.

“Careful.” He reached for a remote on the dresser. “I’ll turn it on.”

She started when the autopilot lit the gas logs in the grate.

“Cool.” She sat back on her heels. “I’ve never had a fireplace before, but I’ve always wanted one. It’s kind of competing with the air conditioning, though.”

Like he cared. He set her bag on the floor and the remote on the dresser. He crossed the room and sat beside her on the rug. It had thick padding beneath it and was softer than most beds he’d slept on. Perfect for… “Do you want to make love?” he asked, gazing into her jade-green eyes. The light of the fire made her skin glow like honey.

“Do you?”

He shrugged. “Not really.” He leaned closer and kissed her hungrily.

She tugged his T-shirt off over his head, interrupting their kiss, and placed her small, warm hands on his chest, exploring his eager skin with her palms. “Me neither,” she murmured, and lowered her head to kiss his neck. “But we can make
out
for a couple of hours.”

“You read my mind.”

For once, they had all the time in the world to enjoy each other. No worries. No interruptions. Complete privacy. Sed leaned back into the soft rug and closed his eyes, allowing her to kiss, stroke, and suckle his bare skin as much as she wanted. Attentive to every inch of his torso, Jessica couldn’t seem to get enough of touching him. He couldn’t tell which of them was enjoying it more. When she urged him to turn over and lie on his stomach, he knew their hours of making out would soon end with frenzied sex. She knew what touching his back did to him.

She gently scratched every inch of his back. Every muscle of his body went taut with excitement. His nipples hardened into tight beads. He rubbed his chest against the soft faux fur of the rug, trying to calm himself down. No good.

“You’re so tense, baby,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder.

Tense? He’d show her tense, but before he could drag her beneath him, she straddled his thighs and began to knead the muscles of his back with a firm, but gentle, massage. She soon had worked him over from shoulders to lower back, turning him into a puddle of flesh, his muscles like melted butter. His dick, squashed beneath him, protested its neglect by throbbing incessantly. God, he was hard, but her hands felt so good he didn’t want her to stop.

She leaned over him, her long hair tickling the skin along his spine. She kissed and suckled paths over his back. He twitched and groaned, unsure how much more he could take.

When she’d kissed her way to his neck, she whispered into his ear, “Do you want to make love?”

He rolled over and tugged her on top of him, seeking her mouth for a feverish kiss. His hands moved to her ass, pressing her pelvis against his so she could feel for herself exactly how much he wanted to make love.

She broke the kiss and looked down at him, grinning. “Is that an anaconda in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Why don’t you check it out?”

She slid down his body and reached for his belt. “If this turns out to be a big, thick snake, I’m going to be very upset.”

She freed his cock from its confines and planted a gentle kiss on its head. It twitched, desiring more rigorous attention. She wrapped a hand around its base and sucked the rest into her mouth. Her hand gently stroked upward while her mouth moved down to meet her hand. When the head of his cock lodged in the back of her throat, she swallowed.

His breath caught.

She pulled her head back, her hand sliding down at the same time. It felt strange to have his cock worked in two directions at once. Strange and wonderful. He tried to keep his body still and his gasps of delight at a minimum as she continued to work him in the same maddening fashion. He didn’t want her to realize how close he was to letting go. He wanted his cum in her mouth. Wanted her to swallow it.

His lack of obvious enthusiasm spurred her competitive spirit and she stroked him faster, sucked him harder, swallowed him deeper.

Eyes squeezed shut, he bit his knuckles and held onto the rug with his free hand. He couldn’t stop the involuntary arch in his spine though. She jerked his pants down his thighs and her free hand moved to gently massage his balls, while her mouth and hand moved together, separated, moved together again over his cock.

It built, the need to flood her mouth with his seed.

He lifted his head and pried his eyes open to watch her suck him.
Ah God!

It burst.
He dropped his head back on the floor as a hard spasm gripped the base of his cock. Jessica gasped in surprise as his first spurt filled her mouth. She swallowed and sucked harder, accepting more of him, drawing his offering deep into her throat. Even after he’d completely spent himself, she continued to suck him to prolong his pleasure until he couldn’t take any more.

“Ah Jess, stop, please.”

“Uh-uhn,” she murmured, shaking her head slightly, his cock still in her mouth.

He shuddered, slowly growing softer and softer in her mouth. Pausing only to remove their clothes, she didn’t relent until she had him rock hard again. When she released him from her mouth, he opened his eyes, but his vision was so blurred he had to close them again. She crouched over him, her feet planted near his hips, and sank down, taking him into her dripping wet pussy.

“Sit up,” she urged.

Still in a stupor of spent desire, he forced himself upright, resting his weight on his hands to hold himself in a seated position. She held onto his shoulders as she lifted up, rocking onto her toes, and then drove down onto him hard.

“I need it. I’m so hot, Sed.”

He could feel her molten heat and her juices dripping down to bathe his crotch. “Take it.”

She took it. Lifting up and plunging down on him so hard it had to hurt her tender flesh, but she was relentless. As she slid up, she twisted her hips and then slammed down on him again, rotating her pelvis to drive him deeper, deeper. She continued as such until her legs gave way and she had to drop to one knee. She leaned to one side and drove her body down on his at an angle. “Take it, Jess. All of it.”

She rode him harder, faster, until her other leg lost its strength and she had to ride him while perched on both knees. She worked her internal muscles then, squeezing as she drew upward. Damn, if she didn’t stop that, she’d make him come again, and he knew she’d yet to let go. He opened his eyes to watch her. She looked half frustrated, half exasperated and her energy was quickly waning.

He wrapped his arms around her and flipped her over onto her back. She gasped in surprise.

“You need it hard and deep?”

She nodded miserably. He pulled out.

“No,” she protested.

He picked her up off the floor and carried her to the bed. He pulled her to the mattress’s edge and opened her legs wide. His gaze settled on the beauty of her feminine folds. Open to him like silky flower petals. Inviting. The flesh swollen, flushed, and slick. He lowered his head and lapped at her juices. So sweet. And her smell? Damn.

He grabbed his cock in one hand, attempting to calm himself as he relished her taste, her scent, her warmth. He plunged his tongue into her tight hole and she moaned in torment.

“Sed,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his scalp. The sound of his name on her lips sent ripples of pleasure down his spine. “Sed, I want you. Inside. Please.” Her fingers moved between her legs and she stroked her clit, trembling with unfulfilled desire. He leaned away to watch her rub herself. She worked that tiny bud of flesh with two fingers, grinding it in a circular motion, up and down, back and forth. Circles again. Her hips moved with her fingers. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm,” she panted as she sought release.

He stroked his cock as he watched her, not wanting to interrupt her attempt to get off because it was so fucking sexy to watch. She shuddered and rubbed faster, harder, her back arching off the bed. Her pussy was so swollen, so hot, so wet, so ridiculously empty.

Sed stood, grabbed her hips in both hands, and plunged into her. Her back arched until only her shoulders touched the mattress.

“Oh God, Sed. Yes,” she cried. “Fuck it hard.”

His fingers dug into her ass to hold her still so he could pound into her.

“Yes,” she screamed. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

He fucked her harder. Harder. She pulled her hand away from her clit and her body quaked as she finally found that elusive orgasm. He thrust into her harder. Yes, harder.
Take it, Jess. Feel it inside you. I’m part of you. Part of you. Feel it.
She strained against him as he continued to thrust into her like a man possessed. As her tremors began to subside, he reached between their bodies and stroked her clit, mimicking the technique he’d watched her use. Her pussy convulsed around his cock with renewed excitement. When she whimpered from overstimulation, he urged her onto her side without breaking the connection between their bodies and found a steady rhythm inside her.

He stroked her full breast with one hand, her smooth back with the other. She trembled before him, her eyes closed, lips parted, head tilted back with mindless pleasure. He wondered how many times he could make her come before he let himself find release again. He did love a good competition, even if it was with himself.

Still resting on her side, she moved her knees together, making herself delightfully tight inside. But this wasn’t for his delight, it was for hers. He eased her top leg up over his arm to open her wide. He thrust deep and gyrated his hips to stretch her in multiple directions.

“Oh,” she gasped.

He concentrated on his motions, withdrawing until but an inch was inside her and then thrust steady and deep before gyrating, gyrating, gyrating and withdrawing again.

“That feels wonderful, baby,” she whispered.

He repeated this motion countless times, slowly and methodically exciting her to the brink of insanity. She met his deep thrusts now, gyrated her hips with his, whimpered when he withdrew, gasped when he thrust deep. Giving her a vaginal orgasm took a lot of work and concentration. He knew she’d sputter with release if he so much as tapped her clit, so he was incredibly careful to keep her pleasure focused inside. Finally, her hips buckled. “Sed, Sed, what’s happening?”

“Bear down on my cock, baby. Try to push me out.”

Every muscle inside her contracted around his cock as she tried to force it from her body. She gasped in surprise, involuntary spasms rocking her core. He felt her orgasm throughout his entire cock. “Oh my God, Sed. Oh. Oh.” Her vocalizations grew increasingly high pitched and louder as she came. He thrust in and out slowly, prolonging her pleasure, until her entire body writhed involuntarily.

“What was that?” she murmured, in a stupor. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“That was two.”

“Two?”

He pulled out and rolled her onto her belly, before urging her up onto her knees. “Are you ready for three?”

He joined her on the bed, kneeling behind her between her knees.

“Three what?”

He answered her by surging forward and filling her again. Her arms trembled and she lowered her upper body to the bed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her body back upward.

She cried out, a sound of mixed pain and pleasure. He hesitated. Had he gone too far?