Southern Comfort: Compass Brothers, Book 2 (13 page)

He could see she was wet even from several feet away. She wanted this, wanted him. “Touch yourself. Get yourself hot, but don’t come.”

She bit her lower lip and again he sensed her nervousness, her desire to withdraw. However, his girl was nothing if not resilient. Her fingers drifted down her bare stomach slowly before lightly rubbing her clit.

He watched quietly for several moments as she toyed with the firm nub, her fingers moving faster before dipping inside her pussy. He let her stroke herself several times, enjoying the flush covering her body, her breasts. She was hot. Hell, he’d say she was on fire.

“Stop,” he demanded.

Her fingers paused, still buried deep within her cunt. Her breathing was labored.

“Seth,” she whispered. “I need you.”

He grinned, climbing onto the mattress. He knelt between her parted legs. “Taste yourself.”

She licked her lips nervously, slowly dragging her fingers out of her pussy.

He leaned closer as her fingers moved toward her mouth. “Rub your juices on your lips. Pretend it’s lip gloss.”

She grinned and rolled her eyes, but she obeyed.

“Now lick your fingers.”

She stuck two digits in her mouth, sucking on them in such a provocative way his vision went black for a second.

“You’re going to do that to my cock very soon,” he whispered.

She glanced down at his erection letting him know she was more than ready for that reality.

He grasped her wrist, pulling her fingers out of her mouth with a light pop. He needed to get back on track or he’d be the one begging for release, not her. He lifted his right hand and showed her the vibrator.

Without speaking, he put the toy at the opening to her body and pushed it inside slowly, but steadily. He kept his eyes on her face, watching for any discomfort. He wasn’t forgetting the fact that she’d been a virgin a few hours earlier. Once the toy was fully enveloped in her hot flesh, he flipped the switch on the bottom on low speed.

She jolted as it started vibrating.

“God,” she said on a breathless sigh.

“You like that?”

She nodded, her eyes drifting closed.

He bent down, lifting one of her breasts in his palm and directing her nipple to his mouth. He didn’t hold back, didn’t refrain from taking her exactly the way he’d always dreamed of. He sucked on the turgid tip roughly, giving it the occasional bite. She groaned, writhing on the mattress.

“Please,” she whispered.

“You need more?”

She nodded, without opening her eyes. He reached down and increased the vibrator’s speed. She cried out loudly, her hips gyrating wildly, as he turned his attention to her other breast.

When he sensed she was getting close to coming, he quickly turned off the vibrator.

She trembled, her eyes flying open. “What the hell?”

“Who owns your orgasms?” he asked, repeating his question.

Her teeth clenched and she refused to answer.

He smiled. “Stubborn girl.”

Leaning forward, he placed soft kisses on her throat until he felt her pulse calm. Once her impending need to climax passed, he turned the vibrator on once more. Bypassing the lower speeds, he cranked the toy up to its highest setting. Her head flew back against the pillow, her hips thrusting uncontrollably.

He gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he moved downward until he could suck her clit into his mouth. Her legs started to clench around his head and he pushed her knees farther apart, giving him more access to her sweet arousal. Nipping her tight bud, her cries grew louder, more frantic.

When her orgasm seemed imminent, he pulled the vibrator out completely.

“God dammit,” she screamed.

“Who owns this pretty body?”

She shuddered and wrapped her arms around her waist. He wondered if the movement was for self-defense or comfort.

“You,” she whispered.

He smiled. “Say it again.”

She blew out a frustrated breath. “You. You own my body. I’m yours, Seth. I’ve always been yours.”

He tried to recall if he’d ever heard a more beautiful sentiment. No force on earth could have stopped him from kissing her at that moment. He moved over her body and placed his lips on hers. He could taste the tang of her arousal there and it drove his higher. Dragging his tongue along her soft lips, he tried to show her how much her words meant to him.

Rising at last, he quickly donned a condom and pushed inside her, memorizing the beautiful expression on her face as he took possession of the precious gift she’d given him. Slowly, he moved inside, the two of them finding their rhythm, their cadence. Neither of them rushed to find their release. Instead they let the power of the moment close around them and when they reached the peak, they dove into the light together.

Chapter Nine

Jody smiled when she noticed Seth’s gaze on her face. She’d been lying on her side since waking up, studying the tattoo on his back, as he slept peacefully on his stomach.

“Like what you see?” he asked, giving her a shit-eating grin.

“You know I do.” She reached out and ran her finger over the tattoo that had fascinated her for years. She’d caught more than a few glimpses of it, mainly in the summer when Seth pulled off his T-shirt on the piping-hot days.

He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly as she outlined the dark shape, following each intricate line. “That feels nice,” he mumbled after a minute or so.

“A compass?”

His eyelids rose slowly. “Mmm hmm. I grew up on Compass Ranch. You knew that. My brothers and I all got the same tattoo.”

She nodded. “The brand in the middle? That’s the one you use on the ranch?”

“Yep.”

She touched the bottom of the tattoo and paused. “The S on the compass is bigger than the other direction marks.”

He turned onto his side, facing her. Reaching out, he pulled her closer until they were chest to chest, nose to nose. He wasn’t the only one suddenly wide awake. His hard cock pressed against her stomach, and she felt her pussy clench with need and desire.

“I got the tattoo right before I left home. I was young, cocky, wild and ready to see the world. In my mind, all my dreams were gonna come true in Texas.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist, loving the closeness between them. For years, she’d wondered what it would be like to share a bed with Seth. Dreamed of engaging in pillow talk.

“Did they come true?” she asked.

“You’re in my bed, aren’t you?”

Her heart lurched at his sweet words.

“Sweet talker,” she said, struggling to get the light-hearted words out. This moment, hell, the past twenty-four hours, had sent her world spinning. She was dizzy and giddy and happier than she thought possible.

He leaned closer and kissed the tip of her nose. “How about a shower?”

“Together?”

He laughed. “I have one more day with you, darlin’. You’re gonna be hard-pressed to keep me more than an inch away from you.”

She pushed closer. “I don’t remember complainin’.”

He gave her a hard, quick kiss, before rising and climbing out of the bed.

She started to pull on a T-shirt, modesty still winning out despite the fact Seth had probably seen more of her naked body than she had. He’d studied every nook and cranny of her throughout the night, the light of the moon casting a romantic hue on the bed as he made love to her time and time again.

“No clothes,” he said, taking the T-shirt out of her hands. “It’s a quick trip.”

She felt herself flush, but willed her embarrassment away, taking his proffered hand as he led her to the bathroom.

Bending down, he turned on the hot water and she watched the small room quickly fill with steam. Together, they stepped into the stream and she sighed blissfully as the heat hit her stiff muscles.

“Sore?” he asked.

She shook her head once, but stopped when he narrowed his eyes. “Maybe. A little. You’ve been giving me quite a workout.”

He grinned. “I haven’t even started yet.”

She glanced down at his erection as a naughty idea came to her. “Makes two of us.”

Before he could consider her comment, she knelt before him and gripped his cock tightly in her hand.

Seth hissed with surprise, but he didn’t move away. Instead, his hands grasped her head, pushing until she was looking up at his face. She immediately saw the dominant man she’d met yesterday reemerge. His face was set, determined, and hungry.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She wasn’t sure what he was asking, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt she wanted this next experience, this new adventure. She nodded.

“Have you ever given a blow job before?”

She shook her head. She’d saved herself for him. Always. For him.

His gaze darkened with lust. “I’m going to teach you what I like.”

She tightened her grip, cupping his balls with her free hand to let him know she was ready for anything.

His fingers gripped her wet hair almost painfully. She groaned and felt a gush of arousal between her legs.

“I won’t,” he paused, swallowing heavily. “I can’t make this easy for you, Jody. I want this too fucking much.”

She didn’t reply with words. Instead, she bent forward and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

The fingers in her hair began to direct her motions and she let him draw her along, let the heady excitement of his control drive this game. Thrusting into her mouth, he gradually went deeper until he brushed the back of her throat. She started to gag and tried to retreat, but he held her in place.

“Look at me.” His voice was commanding, and her pussy fluttered at the sound. She raised her eyes to his face, his cock buried deep in her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth. I want to take you hard, fast.”

Her breathing accelerated and she sucked as much air as she could through her nose, trying to will her heart to stop racing. She was scared, excited, horny as hell.

She grasped his hips, digging her fingers into his muscular ass to let him know she was ready.

It was his turn to groan. Using his hands to hold her in place, he took her mouth in earnest, giving her everything he’d warned her about, everything he’d promised. It took several tries before she was able to swallow his head, but she soon caught the rhythm. Seth pumped into her mouth, his fingers tangling in her hair almost painfully. Jody pressed her legs together, dying for some relief of her own. She kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, while the other massaged his balls.

Seth murmured dirty, sexy words as he took her and she closed her eyes, envisioning the erotic pictures he drew in her mind. When she sensed he was getting close, she released his balls and moved her fingers farther back, exploring the crack between his legs.

When she pressed a finger against his anus, Seth jerked.

“Fuck,” he cried.

Refusing to relent, she pushed the tip of her index finger inside the tight hole while Seth’s thrusts grew more frantic, less controlled.

“God dammit, Jody. I can’t—” His words gave way to the explosion wracking his body, and she felt the first spurt of his come splash into her mouth. She swallowed as jet after jet erupted. When every drop had been spent, he reached underneath her arms and lifted her. She stood, thrilled when his lips claimed hers. His heated, passionate kisses told her without words how well she’d done.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. Finally, he moved away, resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She smiled, grateful for the spray of the shower as it masked the tears forming in her eyes. Surely it wasn’t possible for someone to feel this complete. Then she considered her promise to Paul.

For the first time in her life, she suspected she was about to go back on her word.

Seth released a long breath and started to stretch. His eyes flew open when he realized he couldn’t move. It was mid-afternoon, the bright sunlight streaming into the room from the window momentarily blinding him. Blinking rapidly, he tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

Wiggling his wrists, he looked up to find his hands bound tightly to the bed. A quick flex of his legs proved the same held true of his feet. He was flat on his back and trussed up tighter than a package in Santa’s sack.

“Hiya.” Jody’s soft voice drifted over him and he glanced to his left, surprised to see her sitting in the chair by the desk, watching him.

He narrowed his eyes. She was still naked, a state he knew she struggled with despite everything they’d done to and with each other in the past two days.

“Having fun?” he asked when he spotted the self-satisfied grin on her face.

She giggled softly and nodded. “Oh hell, yeah.”

“Untie me,” he said, trying to keep the menace from his voice. She was tugging on the tiger’s tail and she didn’t seem to realize it.

When she rose and crossed the room, the mischievous look in her eyes told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Jody,” he added warningly.

“Shhh,” she said, leaning forward and placing her finger against his lips. “There’s a little question I’ve been pondering and I think this is the best way to get my answer.”

His jaw clenched and he tugged against the ties holding him to the bed. He’d never been the captive, always the captor. He wasn’t sure he liked this turn of events. “Sweetheart, if you have a question, all you have to do is ask. You don’t need to go to such lengths. Now untie me.”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t think you’ll give me the right answer…without persuasion.”

He pulled harder against his bindings and she laughed.

“Seth. I was raised in the South. My little league wasn’t soccer or tee ball. It was rodeo and my club was 4-H. You’re not gettin’ loose ’til I say so.”

He threw her the dark look that never failed to strike fear in the ranch hands. “Jody. Stop fucking around and untie me. Do it now and your punishment won’t be too bad. Keep up this game and I’m gonna make you pay.”

She rolled her eyes and he frowned. Foolish girl didn’t have an ounce of fear in her. If anything, she seemed amused by his anger.