Hidden Fire: Fire, Book 2: Red Hot Weekend (8 page)

Her languorous, sensual, sated gaze almost undid him.

Out came another hair. “You know we’re only just getting started, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer, just smiled. The sexiest God damned smile he’d ever seen. For the briefest second he wondered if he should untie her. Free her arms at least. They might be getting stiff. But Jenna hadn’t asked, and Garreth loved having her all bound up for his pleasure too much to offer.

Maybe he’d offer in a more generic sense? “Tell me what you want now, Jenn,” he drawled softly. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

Jenna’s languid gaze roved slowly over his body and snagged at his groin.

His cock twitched.

She stared. Smiled a little more. Licked her lips.

Fu-uck!

His erection was almost level with her face. If he took a step forward all she need do was dip her head and she could touch it with her mouth.

“Say the words, Jenn,” he coaxed. “Give voice to every desire you’ve stored away over the years.”

“Take off your boxers,” she rasped, her voice hoarse and sensual. “I want…to see…” again she licked her lips, “…your dick.”

His boxers were gone before she’d finished speaking.

Jenna stared at his cock.

Precome spilled from its tip beneath her lustful gaze.

She nodded, a slight tilt to her head, and smiled a dangerous smile. “Closer,” she insisted.

He shook his head. “Not until you tell me what you want.” As if her expressive eyes hadn’t spoken a million words. But Garreth needed to hear her voice. Needed to get her to express every thought. Needed her to lose her inhibitions completely.

“I want your dick, Garreth,” she said. “I want it in my mouth, every throbbing inch of it. I wanna lick your slit and taste your come and suck you until you climax as hard as I did. And then I want every last drop of your come to slide down the back of my throat.”

Garreth grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. So damn hard it hurt. He had no choice. Ripping hair from his legs wouldn’t help now. “I thought you wanted my dick in your pussy. And your ass. Like my tongue was.”

Jenna wriggled on the chair. Her nipples perked up. “I do,” she rasped. “And I’ll have it there. Afterwards. But now…come closer, Gaz. Let me taste you.”

He could deny her nothing, but he was as close as he could get without standing astride the chair and her legs.

“Closer!” she demanded, leaving him with no choice. Still gripping his shaft, he straddled the chair, a leg on either side of hers. Because of the huge difference in their height, he stood at the perfect elevation.

Her hot breath wafted over his aching cock.

“Mmmm,” she purred, and the sound vibrated all the way through to the base of his spine.

Jenna dipped her head and licked his tip. Ever so slowly. Ever so lusciously, swiping her tongue over it, cleaning it of every drop of come.

Garreth exhaled in a sharp gasp.
Jesus, fuck, that felt good.

Her hair fell over her shoulders, tickling his stomach.

So did that.

Jenna paused and looked up at him. Parted her lips. Showed him the very drops she’d licked off now sitting on the edge of her tongue. Clear liquid, almost invisible.

The sight nearly pushed him over the edge. Jenna, with his come in her mouth, teasing him.

He was undone. Had to squeeze again. Clasp his shaft in a death grip, violently forcing his orgasm back.

Jenna closed her mouth and swallowed. Moaned.

Garreth squeezed harder.

“Hold it there,” Jenna told him. “Right there. Just where I can reach it.” She shot him a stern look. “And don’t move one inch.”

Move? He was rooted to the spot, at her mercy.

When her lips slid around him, taking his aching shaft into her mouth one torturous inch at a time, Garreth’s blood began to boil. His breath left his lungs in a harsh, unsteady stream.

Fuck. God. Jesus.
“Jenna—oh, fuck!”

She sucked him in deeper, dropping her head further, until her lips touched his hand. Her tongue twirled around and around. Her teeth grazed ever so gently.

She made him see stars.

Tiny Jenna, fitting so much in her mouth.

Garreth tapped his shaft against her tongue.

And then she was bobbing her head over him, suctioning him in and out. Her cheeks pulled tight around his cock, the wet warmth of their muscles cloaking him, stroking him. Pulling him in further. Letting him go. Taking him again and again, her tongue caressing, her mouth tugging. Working him, just like he knew her pussy would.

Hot. Tight. Wet.

Waves of urgency crashed over him. “Jenna, fuck. Stop.”

She didn’t.

“Gonna come. Stop. Please.” Not going how he’d intended. He’d wanted to give her more orgasms before he found his own relief. Hundreds of them. Thousands. But he was gone. Wasted. Pushed over the edge.

He tried to squeeze his cock again, ward off the impending explosion, but his fingers were limp. Unable to carry out the simplest instruction.

Jenna, all trussed up with nothing but her mouth to guide her, created a raging squall inside him.

His balls curled tight beneath his hand. The base of his spine tingled. Stars and planets collided.

“Jenn—I can’t…”

She sucked harder, tighter. Purred sinfully. The tip of his cock touched the back of her vibrating throat.

Too long. Waited too long for this.

Losing control.

The tingles spread, rushing through his ass, into his balls, up his shaft.

She sucked harder.

He lost it. With a violent jerk, his balls uncoiled, shooting come straight up his shaft and into her mouth. Loads of it. Load after load.

Christ, he’d choke her. She couldn’t possibly hold it all in her mouth. Not tied up, with nothing to control his flow but her lips.

She proved him wrong. So erotically wrong. She swallowed, her muscles working around his cock, taking every drop of his semen and sliding it down her throat—just like she’d said.

She moaned around him.

The wantonness of it all wrung another load from his balls. He cried out, called her name. Saw stars again. Roared.

And then had to catch himself before his knees buckled under the force of the hardest fucking orgasm he’d ever had.

Chapter Five

Garreth flopped to the floor, his arms around the chair supporting his weight, his cheek resting on her lap. The silken locks of his brown hair caressed her thighs and his heaving breath wafted over her legs. The slightly bitter, somewhat salty, all too tempting taste of his semen lingered on her tongue, and the air smelled of sex.

She ached to stroke her hand through that hair. Bury her fingers in it and massage his scalp. Wanted to twist her waist, widen her stance and offer him her pussy all over again.

Wanted to do, but didn’t. Her hands were still tied behind her back, but that wasn’t the reason. With Garreth lying prone at her feet, his coaxing voice temporarily silenced, reality began to slither into her mind.

Heat crept into her cheeks and shame glided neatly into her conscience.

While her body still quivered in the aftershocks of her pleasure, and her inner muscles clenched at the thought of what Garreth could deliver as soon as he got his strength back, twelve years of conditioning returned to haunt her.

Twelve years of suppressing her needs and her desires.

The wall that had so effectively kept intimacy out, now erected itself once again. Her defenses shifted back into place. She’d shown Garreth too much, exposed herself to him, and with that, she’d handed Garreth the power to hurt her.

Tiny shivers of apprehension quivered through her.
Garreth could hurt her.

As if sensing the darkness of her thoughts, he twisted his head to look at her. Whatever he saw must have worried him, because in seconds he was crouched at her feet, staring intently into her eyes. “Jenn, what’s wrong?”

She stared back, not sure what to say. So many feelings warred within she couldn’t begin to express them.

Scared. Happy. Worried. Satisfied. Anxious. Excited. Terrified.

Garreth clasped her knees. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re zoning out. Don’t do that. Stay with me. Talk to me.”

Jenna bit her lip. She wanted to talk to him. Didn’t want to zone out. But she didn’t know how to behave any differently. She wanted to break down that protective wall, but didn’t know how to put her fear of being hurt again aside.

Instinct told her Garreth would never, ever hurt her. Experience had taught her
anyone
was capable of inflicting pain.

“We’ve come too far for this, Jenn. You love me, you told me as much. Don’t pull away now.”

She opened her mouth, tried to say something, anything. Nothing came out.

“Talk to me,” Garreth insisted. “Stay with me. With
us.
”

She wanted to talk to him. So badly. Wanted him to know what she was going through. Jenna took a shuddery breath. “I-I’m scared.”

He nodded. “I can see that. Tell me what you’re scared of so I can help you get past it.” He didn’t take his gaze off her.

Tell him. Be honest. This is Garreth. You can say anything to him.
“I’m scared of…you,” she whispered.

Garreth blinked. “Me?”

“You’ve seen so much of me…”

“…And everything I’ve seen just makes me love you more.”

God he was so nice, so genuine. But still— “You can hurt me.”

Garreth’s eyes filled with pain. “I love you too much to hurt you. I respect and admire you too much to ever do that.”

He did love her. And admire and respect her. She could see it all shining in his face. It reminded her of the way he’d held her hand one night when she’d cried during a sad movie. There’d been nothing sexually overt about his action. He hadn’t laughed at her silliness. He’d merely given her comfort when she needed it. Just like he’d done the morning she’d twisted her ankle while jogging with him. He’d carried her home. Carried her for more than a kilometer, and hadn’t complained once.

God, she’d felt safe in his arms. Secure. Certain that no matter how much her foot ached, he wouldn’t allow her to suffer any further pain.

Which made it difficult for Jenna to believe him capable of treachery of any sort now. Garreth simply wasn’t capable of hurting her. Emotionally or psychologically. “It’s not just you I’m scared of,” she confessed quietly. “I’m scared of me too.”

“You?” He looked confused.

Oh God, oh God, Oh God.

Tell him. Be honest.

No matter how humiliating it might be.

“I don’t know what to do now.” Heat flooded her cheeks. “How to act.”

“Don’t act,” Garreth shrugged. “Just be you.”

She shook her head and frowned. Under any other circumstances she would have laughed at his logical response, but she was confessing too much about herself to feel humorous right now. “It’s not that simple,” she tried to explain. “I don’t know who
me
is anymore.”

Even admitting this much embarrassed Jenna. She hated sharing her feelings. Didn’t know how. Hadn’t tried with anyone but Rachel and Jackson for years. But if she and Garreth were ever going to have a real relationship, she had no choice. She had to try with him too. “See, I’m so used to controlling my every emotion. So used to hiding every thought, every desire, it’s all I know how to do. I… I don’t know how to behave any differently. I’ve spent twelve years pretending I don’t feel things I do feel, and telling myself I don’t have the needs or desires I do have. It got me through the last year of high school, and it got me through the last twelve years of my life.”

She closed her eyes, too inhibited to face him as she spoke so openly. So honestly. “Now you’re making me feel things and want things and desire things, and I can’t suppress it all. I, er, I don’t want to suppress it—but it’s the only way I know of behaving. My head is telling me to hide it. To pretend I don’t love you, to pretend I don’t want you. B-but I do. I love you and I want you.”

“I love you too, Jenn.” His words and his tone were so lovely and warm it made her want to cry.

“But loving me isn’t confusing the bloody hell out of you. You speak about it so easily, so openly.” She looked at him in despair. “I just don’t know how to do that.”

Garreth’s chuckle drew her gaze. Was he laughing at her?

Didn’t appear so. He was looking at her with a tender smile on his face.

“Remember the time you drew up an eating plan for me when I was training for the Ironman?” he asked.

Jenna nodded. As if she’d ever forget how thrilled she’d been that Garreth had asked for her help, for her advice. She’d spent hours working out the perfect diet, so he’d have the correct proportion of carbs and protein to keep his energy up, increase his muscle mass (not that he’d needed it) and ensure he never felt hungry. Garreth had been the perfect client. He’d taken the diet on board and followed it to the letter.