In The Still of the Night [The Protectors 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (11 page)

Jenna directed him around her room where he gathered clothes for her to put on. She couldn’t stand on both legs, so he gave her support as she drew on her panties and pants. He left her to finish dressing while he put coffee on. He needed it, hoping it would take the trembling from his hands. Touching her bare skin and sleeping next to her in bed had been more than he could take and stay sane. He wanted her.

Once he had the coffee going, he returned to help her into the living room. Her slight weight was nothing in his arms.

“I’m going to take a shower as soon as the coffee is ready. Under no circumstances are you to get up. If someone knocks on the door or rings the doorbell, ignore it.”

Without waiting for an answer, he walked back into the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. He added milk to hers and took it to her. She smiled and took it with both hands, breathing in the aroma before taking a sip.

“Thanks, you remembered how I liked it.”

“I’ll fix something to eat when I get out of the shower. Stay off that foot.” Riley stared down into her eyes for a few seconds then walked away.

If he didn’t do something about his condition, he would be fucking her on the couch. He turned on the shower to regulate the water temperature and stripped out of his clothes. The sharp sting of the shower spray pelted his chest as he ran his head under the flow. He quickly washed then looked down at his rigid erection. He needed to get rid of it, or he’d do something he and Jenna would both regret.

He soaped up his hand and ran it over the shiny knob then down the shaft. He pumped it slow and tight until he felt the first twinges of release burn in his balls. He continued fisting his cock while his other hand fondled his balls. Rolling them around in his hand just the way he liked it. They tightened in his palm as he pumped his shaft fast and faster. The burn in his balls transformed into an all-out fire as the need gathered at the base of his spine, ready to explode. He fucked his own hand until cum spurted from him in long strings. He groaned as he spent his last.

After resting and catching his breath leaning against the tile, Riley rinsed off again and got out of the shower. He listened to see if he could hear anything out of the ordinary then dried off and dressed as quickly as he could. His cock already itched at the thought of Jenna sitting in the living room on the couch waiting for him. Would he never get her out of his system?

When he returned, she had finished her coffee and was flipping through a magazine. He watched her for several seconds before letting her know he was there. Her hair had that just-out-of-bed look, and she kept pushing it out of her face. He remembered the feel of it against his face. He drew in a deep breath and walked farther into the room.

“Craving anything in particular for breakfast?”

She started then smiled a slow smile. It left him breathless for several seconds.

“I’m not picky. Anything is fine. I usually just eat toast and jelly or scrambled eggs and toast.” The smile lit up her entire face making her eyes sparkle like jewels.

“I’ll scramble eggs and make toast then.” He turned to return to the kitchen, but she stopped him.

“Riley, thanks.”

“For what? Cooking? I have to eat, too.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Thanks for caring.” Jenna held his gaze for a few seconds before he could break away.

He was not going to let her get to him.

* * * *

She’d upset him for some reason. The sound of a skillet hitting the stove just a little too hard and the clink of glasses shoved together a little too quickly reached her ears. Why would her telling him thank you upset him? She sighed. There was no understanding a man’s thoughts. They truly were a separate species. Most of what they did or thought didn’t make sense half the time.

Flashbacks of his mouth on hers speared her vision. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, trying to ward them away. Instead, her mind latched onto them and dragged them out into the open. She could almost feel the press of his lips against hers. The way his tongue licked at her ear then drew on it. The nips at her neck, the tiny bites against her jaw. They all sent fire racing to her womb. Jenna had to work at keeping a moan from ripping free of her mouth.

These memories soon triggered another set of memories of a different time. They left her wet and hot and wanting. With Riley in the other room and her vibrator in the bedroom, she was stuck in the middle and horny. She squeezed her legs together in hopes of alleviating some of her misery, but it didn’t work. Instead, she only ratcheted up the heat burning out of control at her center. She glanced at the doorway to the kitchen and risked pinching her nipples through her T-shirt. The pleasure-pain drew her breath in, and she bit her lip to keep the pleasure to herself. The more she pinched, the higher her arousal spiraled. Nothing helped.

Just when she thought she might make it, Riley walked into the room carrying a plate of eggs and toast. He sat it on the coffee table. When he stood up, his eyes had darkened and slid lower. His nostrils flared. Heat suffused her face as she realized he could smell her arousal.

“If you were in need, you should have said something,” he rasped out.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she managed to get out in a breathy voice.

“Your face is flushed, and your sweet pussy smells of sex. Tell me, did you get yourself off? Who did you think about while you did?”

She closed her eyes and willed the flush to cool down. By now, her entire body was on fire. There was nothing she could do about it, either.

“No, I didn’t get myself off, as you say.” She pressed her lips together and glared at him in humiliation. “Did you jack off in the shower?”

“Yeah, I did. I thought about you the entire time. I thought about your lovely breasts and how your nipples poke at me in the chest. How they bead when I run my tongue across them.” He lowered himself to the edge of the couch and stared deep into her eyes.

“I thought about sucking them into tight peaks then nipping at them while I mounded them with my hands. I imagined my cock so deep inside of you I could feel your throat around me. Do you have any idea of how much I want to sink inside of you and fuck you till you scream?”

Jenna couldn’t stand it. She moaned, and her hands involuntarily went to her breasts. She flicked her nipples and froze when Riley growled at her.

“That’s right, play with your breasts for me.” His eyelids fell to half mast as she tweaked her nipples.

The thought of his mouth there made her whimper in need. He sensed her plight and pulled her T-shirt up under her arms. He released the front closure of her bra and peeled back the cups of her bra. The cool, air-conditioned air puckered her nipples into tight peaks. He flicked them with his first fingers. It tingled with just the right amount of discomfort to leave her wanting more.

“I love the dusky pink they get when you’re aroused,” he said.

He leaned down and drew one into his mouth as far as he could suck it then backed off and nipped at it. He soothed the sharp pain with his tongue then repeated the process on the other breast. His hands smoothed over her stomach to bracket her ribcage. He was gentle with her still-bruised ribs. His hands held her down as she tried to shove more of her breasts into his mouth. He chuckled around them, and the vibrations drove her further up the arousal pole.

He left her breasts to lick his way down her chest and to her bellybutton. He nipped at her belly and laved it with his tongue until her stomach was a series of reddened marks. He sat up and stared deep into her eyes as he slowly began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. He watched her as he slowly pulled them down her legs.

Jenna lifted her hips so help him remove them. She wanted this with everything inside of her. It didn’t matter that he might be gone tomorrow. All that mattered was that he was there right then, and she wanted him. God, did she want him. Her entire body was on fire with the need to have him deep inside her.

Riley pulled her jeans off her legs and dropped them to the floor by the couch. He stared down at her pale blue panties as if they were the most important thing in the world right then. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis up toward him in silent demand. He reached down and traced a finger along the waistband from side to side. It fanned the flames but did little to put them out.

When he did the same thing at the legs of the panties, she nearly screamed in frustration. He slipped a finger between the material and her flesh and gently brushed across her sopping wet folds. She groaned. He chuckled and petted her through the material before running that finger across her pussy again and again. She couldn’t stop her thrusts toward the offending finger. She needed him to touch her in that one spot. Just one touch and she was sure she would detonate instantly. He avoided that spot as if it had the plague. She growled at him and reached with her own hand, but he slapped it and captured her wrists in his hand. He pulled them above her head.

“You will leave them right where I put them. Don’t move them for anything. Do you understand me?”

His voice sent chills down her spine. The authority in it made her breathless to obey him. She nodded her head with a whimper.

He shoved his hands beneath her ass and grabbed her panties and tore them away from her. She gasped at the suddenness of it. A thrill of worry traveled down her spine to be lost in the first brush of his mouth against the inside of her thigh.

“Oh, God!”

He ran his open mouth up and down her thighs until she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him toward her. He chuckled and caught himself with his hands on either side of her hips.

“Patience, baby. You’ll get yours—eventually.” He smiled down at her.

Jenna growled and started to move her hands down when he cocked his head at her. She grimaced and shoved them back over her head again.

Riley lowered his head once again and blew across cunt. First his warm breath then a cool stream of air rippled across her pussy. She moaned and lifted her hips toward his mouth. He backed away.

“Uh, uh, uh.” He shook his finger at her. “None of that.”

He leaned down and kissed the wet lips of her pussy. It was a struggle, but she managed to remain still. He rewarded her with a quick lick over her pussy lips. She couldn’t help but follow his mouth. The feel of his tongue against her sensitive pussy lips gave her clit something to stand up for. He ran a finger down her center then spread her intimate lips and settled in to tease and feast on her. Jenna nearly came unglued the first time he touched her clit. Then he avoided it and concentrated his attentions on her entrance where he fucked her with his stiffened tongue. She was almost mindless with pleasure now.

“Please! Please do something. Fuck me,” she begged.

He teased her clit again, rubbing his tongue over it until she thought she would come, but he backed off once again. She screamed in frustration. It did nothing to sway him. He continued teasing her clit until she bucked and pulled with her legs enough that he smiled, an amused expression on his face. Finally, he unhitched her legs from around him and stood up. Jenna thought he was going to leave her like that, but his hands went to the button on his jeans and undid it. Then he slowly unzipped his pants, keeping her eyes captive with his.

When he pulled them down to his knees, she nearly died of relief. He reached down and pulled out a condom. He tore it open with his teeth then rolled it down over his stiff cock.

“Get on all fours, but watch your ankle.”

She hurried to obey him. His sex-roughened voice pulled at her center. She would do almost anything he asked at this point.

He rubbed his thick erection up and down her slit, spreading her pussy juices around and over the covered head of his penis. He pushed forward, and in one hard shove, was completely inside her. She screamed at the sudden invasion. It felt so damn good. She squeezed her vaginal muscles tight to let him know how good it felt. He cursed above her and pulled back. Her hips followed him, not wanting to lose the thick cock. When he shoved forward again, she met him with a backward thrust of her own. He reached the end of her womb and bumped her cervix. The sudden jolt of pain sent splinters of pleasure through to her clit. She loved it.