Under Pressure [IAD Agency] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“Please what, lass? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Tell me.”

“I need…I need to come. Please make me come.” Bella moaned, taken over by need, her body demanding to be sated.

He rewarded her by increasing the pressure, rubbing harder back and forth across her clit, his other hand moving over her to capture the other breast in his hand as he gently pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress. “Come for me then, come now,” he ordered harshly.

“Jason, oh my God, yes!” she cried out in astonished joy as she exploded in his hand, her body shaking as she rode her release.

“Fuck, I canna wait. The rest will have to come later. This first time is gonna be fast.” Jason growled. His steel-roped arms held her tight as her felt her come apart in his embrace.

She was breathtaking, so responsive, came so easily from his touch that he felt his control break almost with an audible snap as he held her quaking body against his. He needed to be in her when she came the next time.

He needed to be inside her
now
.

Jason’s taut muscles flexed as he gripped her at the waist and swung her around until her body was bent over the edge of the sofa. In record time he pulled a condom out of his back pocket and ripped the zipper of his pants down, allowing his steel-hard erection to spring free.

He sheathed himself quickly and bent over, pushing her down as she reached out to grip the back of the sofa with her hands, letting out a gasp of surprise. He yanked her dress up and roughly pulled up her left leg, bending it over the sofa arm as he ripped off her lace thong, throwing the offensive material to the floor. Jason couldn’t, wouldn’t abide anything between them now. He turned her head to the side, and with a deep growl he plunged his tongue into her depths, not holding back anymore as he slanted his mouth against hers hard, over and over again.

She moaned as his tongue mated with hers. Held in his strong grip, she was overcome with the pleasure still reeling through her body from her orgasm. Bella cried out as he drove himself deep inside her.

Her fist-tight pussy was gripping him so hard that his cock felt bruised by the pressure. Somewhere in his mind he realized she was too tight for his rough possession, but he couldn’t stop. He was massive in both length and width, and she was too small to be used so brutally.

But she felt so unbelievably good.

His logic told him to slow the fuck down, but his body was beyond listening. Jason plunged his tongue into her mouth to mate with hers. He reached around to stroke over the hard crest of her clit with his rough, callused fingers as he shoved his full length into her clenching pussy. Her own cream from her early orgasm helped ease his way in, but it still took a few thrusts to get his whole cock inside her hot little hole.

Once he was completely inside her silky depth, he held still grinding his hips into her, working his thumb over her clit until he felt the scalding heat of her cream soak his cock and her inner muscles softened in welcome, telling him she was ready.

He pulled back to look down to where his long, thick cock stretched her open and simply let loose. He started to pound his cock deep, pushing past her cervix with each hard dig. Indescribable pleasure swamped him as he watched his cock disappear into her tight pussy only to come back out with the slick evidence of her desire. Her sexy moans made him want to fuck her faster, harder, and he leaned down to swallow her cries with his mouth.

She was filled so full it felt as if he touched her womb each time he stretched her body with his impaling flesh. She was slick with her desire, so hot, she was burning him alive. He continued to piston into her body with deep rhythmic thrusts and once again flicked his thumb over the distended bud, making her pussy clench each time he did.

Bella tore her mouth from his and screamed his name, her body breaking apart, shaking with the force of another climax as she clenched tight around him. Her entire body was pulsing with the force of her orgasm. Her hands left the top of the couch as she fell forward. She would have fallen completely over the side of the sofa, but Jason’s strong hands gripped her hips in his unbreakable grasp, pulling her back up and holding her petite frame in place as he continued to hammer roughly into her from behind, his balls slapping across her clit with each stroke.

“Again,” he demanded. “Go up again. Come on my cock again, lass. Do it, do it now.”

He drove every inch of his hard cock into her over and over again until he could feel his balls draw tight against his body, knowing his own release was coming. His fingers worked over her clit, silently demanding that she obey him.

“I can’t,” she sobbed.

“Yes you can. Give it to me.”

“Oh God, I can’t. It’s too much.”

His voice was harsh, unbending, “Fuck that. It’s not too much. It will never be too much. Give it to me. Come on my cock again. Come for me now.”

At his harsh command, her pussy clenched his cock as she came, violently shaking. He gave a hoarse shout as he joined her, pulsing out a stream of hot cum into the condom. He continued to jab sharply into her to prolong her pleasure and his until he could no longer move.

Jason had never felt like this before.

When he came, it was as though his head was going to explode right off his shoulders with the force of his orgasm. He had demanded things from her, he had wanted to feel her come apart again knowing that he was the cause. No, he had needed it, needed it as much as he needed his own release.

Shaken to the core, Jason pulled out of Bella’s tight grasp, clenching his teeth against the pleasure, surprised that he was still semihard after the mind-blowing orgasm that he had just experienced. He wanted her still, his cock all but screaming to be back in her hot, wet, clenching flesh. His hair fell into his face, having come undone from the tie he had used to secure it at the nape of his neck. He pushed the dark strands back with one hand as he looked down to her beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes were closed, and her lush lips were parted, gasping for breath. He wanted to see her face screaming her pleasure in his bed all night, every night.

Fuck, where the hell did that thought come from?

He needed a moment, had to get away and catch his breath. “Let me go take care of this,” he said gruffly. He pulled off the condom, stuffing his semihard staff back into his pants as he stalked toward a bathroom in the hallway.

Shit
, Bella was a woman who should be taken slowly, loved gently, given sweet love words, but he had just taken her, hard, rough with both of them practically still dressed. He was usually composed, even during sex, never losing control, but tonight with Bella that legendary control had been blown to hell.

He went into the bathroom, tossed away the used condom, splashed some water on his face, and braced his hands on the side of the sink, looking into the mirror to see the cold bastard staring back at him.

He admitted he was intrigued by Bella. But where could this go?

Who the hell was he kidding? He had been attracted to her ever since that first moment he had laid eyes on her. The little vixen had made him lose control as no one did.

No one.

It was unnerving, what she made him feel. She was exotically beautiful, a wild, passionate, opinionated little thing and he didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle her, fuck her brains out, or hold her close from moment to moment.

No one spoke to him the way she did, wouldn’t dare. She made him…feel. He already ached to be buried balls-deep inside her hot little body again.

He scrubbed a hand over his face.
Christ
, he had just taken her like an animal with no control. His hold on her would probably leave bruises on her perfect skin, marking her. Somehow the thought that he had marked her made him feel a possessiveness that he had never felt before. Over that he felt disgusted, a wave of searing protectiveness at the mere thought that he had hurt her.

Christ, what had she done to me?

He would take this slow. He just needed to work her out of his system, but tonight he wasn’t done with her. He would make up for taking her this first time like a raging beast, for the rest of the night, he thought, chuckling to himself. He would work her out of his system. Jason opened the door and made his way back out to the living room, looking around as all thoughts came to a crashing halt.

His eyes slowly narrowed as he glanced around the room.

She was gone.

* * * *

As Bella heard the bathroom door close, she felt the full force of what she had just done like a slap in the face.
Oh God!
She silently cried as the sexual haze was blasted away by full-blown panic.

She needed to leave, to escape before he came back. Slipping off her heels, she reached down and grabbed them in her hand and she bolted from the room to the front door on bare feet, grabbing her purse from the table in flight. She raced out the door and jammed the button to the elevators heading to the main entrance, consumed with the thought of escape. She jumped into the elevator as it opened and pushed the button to the lobby, trying to hold back a sob.

Fingers clenching her purse and shoes, she raced through the lobby to the front entrance, just barely noticing the startled security guard half rise from his seat as she bolted past.

A man was getting out of a cab in front of the building as she came crashing out of the doors. The man held the door open for her as she all but dove into the security of the waiting vehicle.

So focused on leaving, she hardly noticed the man’s curious glance change to shock as his jaw dropped with surprised recognition as he watched the taxi sped away.

* * * *

Opening the door to her apartment silently, Bella threw her keys and purse down on the table in the hallway after setting the alarm. Gasping for air, tremors took over her body. The uncontrollable panic consuming her was making her shake with a force that rattled her teeth together. She stripped the clothes off her body on her way into the bathroom, barely registering that she had no panties on, as she turned the scalding water to full blast.

Getting in, she let the spray of the water warm her body as the tears were torn from her. Her sobbing body collapsed onto the floor of the shower. Curling into fetal position, she hugged herself tight, feeling as if she wept out her very soul.

She wanted Jason, had wanted him so much that her body had responded to his slightest touch. She felt ashamed, not at being with him, but at this uncontrollable fear that had taken over after.

The fear that she had been fighting for a year.

The fear of letting someone touch her again, fear of needing someone to chase the demons away and make her feel alive again. But she had lived tonight. Jason had forced that dormant part of her to the forefront with the subtlety of a cannon blast. He had made her feel so much in such a short time, she didn’t know what to do with all of these feelings. All of the emotions she had been trying to hold back came crashing into her in that single moment after the mind-blowing sex had ended. Then he had walked away from her and left her there in a melted puddle of emotions. She felt as if he had fucked her brains out and left her raw and exposed.

Normal. For that short time she had felt normal again, for the first time in a year, and it scared her to death. Horrified now at the way she had run out on him, she sighed.

None of this makes any sense.

Bella turned off the water and dried herself off with an oversized towel. She groaned as she put on her robe, her body deliciously sore from being so thoroughly used. Walking back to the front door, she rechecked the lock on her door and the alarm as was habit.

Mentally exhausted, she got ready for bed, turned the lights off, and padded over to her bed. She took off her robe and let it slide to the floor as she crawled into bed naked. Overcome by her emotional breakdown, Bella wanted to sleep for a year if possible.

As she slipped under, silently she prayed, as she did every night, for a deep sleep where nightmares couldn’t reach her.

God, was she glad the day was finally over. Bella rode the elevator up to her suite in the hotel where she worked. She had moved into the hotel suite after she had started working there. It was one of the perks of her job.

Exhausted from the long day of work, Bella wanted nothing more than a hot shower and sleep. Her sous chef Rick had been struck down and injured in a hit-and-run accident last night, so she was short-staffed and everything needed to be planned and ready for tomorrow night’s upcoming event.

She loved catering for the weddings and other big events that the hotel hosted, knowing that a large part of why people booked the hotel was for her. Her talent, her food. Nothing gave her such pleasure like watching people enjoy what she created with her own two hands.

She was nervous for the job tomorrow and worried about Rick. She had taken precious time to visit him in the hospital earlier and now she was ready to relax. She slipped the key card to her room into the slot and entered her room, putting her knife case on the table as she made her way through the sitting room. As any great chef, her personal knives were always with her and she never left them in the kitchen overnight.