The Love Laws (21 page)

“Angel.
You don’t have to apologize.” He raised her fingers to his mouth and kissed her
knuckles. “Do you have any idea how sexy that was? I’ve never seen anything
more beautiful in my life.”

“Are
you serious?” She rolled her eyes. “Then you must find gasping fish really
attractive. Because I’m pretty sure I looked like a floundering mackerel at the
end there.”

“I’ve
never had a fish fetish that I can recall.” He pretended to look thoughtful for
a moment. “Now that I think about it, The Little Mermaid was pretty sexy. Does
that count?”

Forgetting
her pledge to keep this completely sexual, Jamie leaned forward and gave him a
lingering kiss above his left eyebrow. She couldn’t help herself. He was just
adorable, sitting there with his bruised face, massive erection and still able
to argue about what constitutes a fish fetish. His long eyelashes feathered
across her chin as he closed his eyes as if to savor her lips against him and
she pulled back, remembering that affection was out of place here.

 She
shook her head. “No, she was only half fish and I don’t recall her having any
orgasms. At least not in the Disney version. What version did you see?” She
arched one eyebrow suspiciously at him.

“It
definitely wasn’t the kid’s version. At least I hope not. I think it was
actually called
The Little Mermaid’s Bearded Clam
.”  He grinned
playfully at her and squeezed her hand.

Jamie
groaned. “Are you serious? There’s actually a porno version of
The Little
Mermaid
?”

“There’s
a porno version of everything, but I’m just kidding. I haven’t actually watched
anything like that.”

He
gave her a look of such wide-eyed innocence that she burst out laughing.

“Right.
You just watch the news or the Discovery channel.”

“And
ESPN. Two of my brothers are in the NHL and they suck at email, so I keep an
eye on them that way. ”

“Wow.
Two? How many brothers do you have?”

“Four.
I’m the oldest. One of them is being traded to Vancouver, so there’s going to
be another Hall brother in town next week. Think the city can handle that much
testosterone?” He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

“As
the city’s resident Love Guru, I’m comfortable in speaking on behalf of the
female population when I say that I think we’ll manage,” she said dryly, adding
an eye roll for good measure.

He
chuckled. “Hey, to be fair, I may have missed most your mackerel impression,
since my face was being pressed pretty forcefully into the world’s softest
breasts, but what I did see was really gorgeous and not fish-like at all. But I
think I need to see it again to make an accurate assessment. Care to try for
round two?” He brought her hand up to his lips again and began kissing the
inside of her wrist.

“What
did you have in mind?” She asked as her loose hand returned to his lower
stomach and she lightly swirled her nails through the thatch of golden hair at
his groin.

He
pressed his tongue into the center of her palm and then spoke softly against
the wet spot left behind, causing his breath to puff against her sensitized
flesh. “We can go slow, if that’s what you want. Or as hard and fast as you can
handle. You just have to tell me and I’ll make it happen, okay?”

She
stopped fondling his treasure trail and pulled back to look at him. “You’re
serious? Whatever I want?”

“Well,
whatever is physically possible considering the confined space. I’m thinking
that spanking is probably out. Not exactly optimal conditions in here. If I’m
going to swat that cute ass I want to get it nice and pink. But I’m willing to
give it a try.” He reached behind her to squeeze her firm bottom with one hand.

“Spanking
aside, what do you want?” She asked, lowering her hand until it rested on the
firm bulge barely contained by his briefs.

He
looked down at where her small, pale fingers encircled his erection, groaned
softly and flexed against her hand once, and then was still. Shifting his hot
gaze towards her he licked his lips. “Well, if I had my way, we’d be doing this
in a luxury suite somewhere, with champagne and roses, soft music, candlelight,
a truly massive, well-built bed and several days to kill.”

“Days?”
She asked, leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his forehead again.

Letting
go of her wrist he grasped the front clasp of her bra and released her breasts
into his waiting hands. He pressed his face between them and licked his way up
her chest until he reached her collar bone, where he bit down softly. “Oh yeah.
If it was up to me, I’d lick every inch of you until you were half-crazed with
wanting me, and then I’d flip you over and take you slow and easy from behind
for a while, until you were begging me to go fast and hard. Then I’d go even
slower.”

Jamie
squeezed her legs together and felt a renewed flood of moisture between her
thighs. She could easily imagine him teasing her just like that. And she would
love every second. Without thought, she found herself sliding her hand up and
down his length and shifting her hips restlessly as she pictured herself face-down
on a king-sized bed as he pounded into her with short, powerful thrusts.

“What
then?” She sighed, lowering her head; she began kissing his stomach slowly as
she tugged his briefs out of the way to reveal his huge, straining cock.

“Jesus,”
he groaned, as her hand found his balls and she cupped them gently. “When you’d
screamed my name a half dozen times, then I’d give you everything I had. I’d
fuck you senseless until neither of us could move. That’s what I want.”

She
looked up at him from where her lips hovered over his cock. “But that’s not
what I want.”

“No?”
He pressed his head back, hard against the seat and went completely still as
she lowered her mouth another inch. Until her breath feathered over the head of
his cock and he had to physically restrain himself from thrusting upwards to
meet her soft lips.

“No.
I want to taste you. All of you.” And then she slowly slid his firm erection
into her mouth. Tightening her lips around him, she sucked his long length far
back into her throat, caressing the underside of the shaft with her silky
tongue. She held him there, deep in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth until it
became impossible for him to hold still without exploding.

Grunting,
he flexed his hips upward, just as she slid her lips back along his rod. The
cold air hit his hard, damp flesh and he hissed at the icy sensation. Without
even being aware of it he buried one of his big hands in her glossy hair to
guide her lips back where he needed them most, wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Oh
God. Jamie. Please. Suck me. All of me.” He groaned.

Jamie
enthusiastically complied. She grasped him firmly by the wide base of his penis
and began sliding her mouth up and down his length. Her movements started off
slow and sensual, dragging her lips and just a hint of teeth along his shaft, but
gradually she began picking up speed, driving him deep and sucking him hard.

“Yes.
Yes. Don’t stop.” Kevin hissed as he gathered her hair into a clumsy ponytail
which he wrapped around his fist so he could watch her soft pink lips sliding
up and down his dick. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gather some
control. The sight of this woman, on her knees, half-dressed and
enthusiastically pumping away at his cock was too stimulating to look at and
stay sane. He was so close already.

 Just
as he felt that familiar tingling sensation in his spine that indicated his climax
was inevitable, she stopped and gave the broad head of his cock a long, slow lick,
circling it as she drew her hand up and down the long shaft. He opened his
eyes. She was smiling up at him as she pulled away.

Was
she serious? She couldn’t stop now.

“Jamie.
Please,” he said, trying to sound amused when he really just wanted to howl in
frustration. As desperate as he was to climax, his sanity seemed a small price
to pay to be with her. She was obviously enjoying driving him crazy.

Despite
his promises to make this all about her desires, some primitive part of him still
existed that needed to watch her swallow him deep as he shot his seed into her
mouth. To ruthlessly take his pleasure without a single thought for her
feelings. He wanted to deny that she mattered to him but it was too late. The
hold she already had on him was undeniable.

He’d
been thinking about being with her for months, and the reality so far surpassed
even his twisted imagination. Sex suddenly meant a lot more than just two
bodies coming together to satisfy an urge. And he didn’t like it. Not one bit.
He longed to reduce her to the same level as all the other nameless, faceless
women who had gone down on him before today. He wanted to use her and move on,
but couldn’t bear the thought of hurting or disappointing her. He cared. For
the first time in his life, he really cared. And it sucked.

Jamie
ignored his pleas. She released her hold on his penis long enough to remove her
cardigan and bra completely.

Kevin
reached eagerly to help her release the waistband of her skirt, but she stilled
his hands and whispered, “Leave it on, okay? You said I could have anything I
wanted, right?”

He
nodded as she tugged his briefs and pants down to his knees.

“Anything.
Anything at all.” He rumbled as he watched her turn away from him, exposing her
long elegant back to his gaze. He smoothed his large hand down her spine as she
gripped the top of the bench seat and used it to shift herself in front of him.
Slowly, she lowered her lower half until she was straddling his lap, facing
away from him.

Her
long calves, still encased in her expensive boots, bracketed his own naked
thighs and she had to spread herself wide open to accommodate his thickly
muscled legs. Long, wild tendrils of hair hung down her back in a riot of rich color,
contrasting with the alabaster skin of her shoulders and curvy waist. To him
she was gorgeous from any angle but he longed to see her beautiful face as she sunk
down onto him. Obviously she didn’t want that. Disappointment flared for a
moment and then he realized it didn’t really matter. He would take her any way
she would have him.

Leaning
back she ground her bottom against his abused cock until he groaned and she
giggled. There was just the woollen fabric of her skirt between his aching
flesh and her round, firm ass. He pressed his shaft into the valley between her
buttocks and flexed, needing to relieve some of the pressure, but it wasn’t
enough.

“You
love torturing me, don’t you?” Kevin growled as he wrapped one arm around her
waist and lifted her the few inches required so he could yank the skirt out of
his way. The rough sensation of wool being dragged across his super-sensitized groin
should have been unpleasant, but he found himself feeling grateful for the
pain. It distracted him from his desperate need to come and allowed him to take
back some of his control. At least for a few seconds. Until she spoke again.

“Yeah.
I’d like to torture you all night.  In ways you’ve never imagined,” she
whispered. Leaning forward, she pulled all the material of her skirt forward
until it pooled in her lap, leaving her soft round bottom exposed to his gaze
entirely.

“I
wouldn’t be too sure about that. I’ve imagined a lot of things. Nothing
compared to this though.” He looked down, hypnotized by the contrast in their
bodies. Her skin was so pale and soft. The hard, dark column of his penis
looked tantalizing and erotic cushioned against the surprisingly full globes of
her ass. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head against the small of
her back, just below the waistband of her skirt. Her skin was like warm velvet
there and he couldn’t help from leaning forward and kissing her elegant back,
just below her left shoulder blade.

Above
him, Jamie gasped and lowered herself back onto his lap. What was he doing? She
had expected him to just pick her up and impale her on his hardness in one
hard, brutal thrust. Any other man would have done exactly that. She had teased
him long enough. Maybe too much. But instead of being annoyed and frustrated,
he was tracing the ridges of her spine with his hot mouth. The sensation was
unbelievable.

Moisture
pooled and dripped from between her open thighs. He was making her squirm against
that big beautiful cock of his, sandwiched between them, an iron hard reminder
of his state of arousal. Yet he demanded nothing from her except soft butterfly
kisses against her skin and barely perceptible slow flexes against her bottom.

She
felt the unexpected sting of tears well up in her eyes. He was being so sweet.
Not the barbarian she’d expected at all. Guys like him were usually firmly
focused on getting their rocks off and moving on. But this wasn’t the case with
Kevin. He was worshipping her. There was no other word for it. He touched her
with careful reverence, like he couldn’t believe his good fortune in being allowed
access to her body. It was strange and heady to be touched like she was a
treasured gift rather than a tool for getting off.  

But
she had to stop thinking like this. Kevin wasn’t worshipping her. He just had a
gift for making women feel cherished. It was part of his appeal. His good looks
and sense of humor just got him into women’s beds. It was his ability to
convince them they were precious to him that made him so dangerous. It was so difficult
to remember that his feelings weren’t engaged. It was all just an illusion.