Loving Lies (15 page)

 

Jessie pulled into the shaded parking lot for Rigor Construction late that evening, checking carefully for any sign of Slade as she parked then slipped into the door that led to the stairs. He was making her paranoid, she thought as she unlocked the apartment door, checked her rooms quickly then tossed her packages to the bed. She closed the curtains over the balcony door and windows, letting the cool air of the air conditioner wash over her flushed flesh as she stripped.

She headed for the shower, flexing the tense muscles of her shoulders as she stepped into the bathroom. Adjusting the water, she moved beneath the spray and let it pound at the kinks in her back.

Slade was making her crazy. Another day or two of this and she was going to be a jabbering, horny idiot. A smile crossed her lips. Or maybe not. The toys she had purchased at the little store were going to have to help. The thick vibrating dildo wasn't Slade, but it should be relief. The anal toy and mini massaging Pocket Rocket hedged her bets that if she could get rid of the arousal, then she could hold out against Slade.

Finally clean, refreshed, she flipped off the water, dried her hair before wrapping a larger towel around her body and stepping from the bathroom. She glanced at her feet, considering her toes and a little girly pampering. Maybe a coat of scarlet polish. That would look good, give her a smidgen of added confidence maybe, she thought as she started to lift her head.

And she caught sight of the boots. Dark, scarred boots and frayed denim.

Jessie came to a stop, her heart racing as her chest tightened in feminine fear. Not physical fear—primal fear. The fear of a woman who knows she is caught. And she was caught. The bag from the toy store lay on the floor, the containers the toys had been sealed in had been opened.

Her gaze lifted over long muscular legs, a mouthwatering bulge that had her cunt screaming out in joy. Up, up, to the dark, lust-lined expression of the man she had never had the strength to resist. In one hand he held the dildo, in the other the anal wand.

He considered the wand for a long moment before shifting his gaze to hers. His gray eyes were nearly black in his hard face.

“Do you really think this is going to do it?” he asked. “That when you slip it up your tight little ass that it's going to give you what I did?”

She licked her lips nervously, suddenly terrified of what she knew he could and he would do to her.

“I asked you not to come back here.”

God, how had he gotten in and she hadn't even known it? Hadn't heard him? She trembled, shaking with the hunger burning in her soul, the needs ripping through her. She had existed on autopilot for five years. Going through the motions, pretending, even to herself, that everything was okay. Now she was alive again and it was killing her.

He glanced at the wand.

“I remember how tight your little ass is.” His voice was strangled. “How much you liked having it opened, having my cock sinking into it, making the pleasure hurt. Do you think this is going to make you hurt enough, Jessie?”

He stepped closer. Jessie retreated.

“Don't,” she whispered, suddenly desperate, knowing she couldn't fight him as well as herself. “Don't do this to me, Slade. Please leave.”

“I'm not Jazz, Jessie,” he growled. “I won't walk away and I'll sure as hell not dangle on a string while you try to make up your mind. I've dangled on someone else's string for five fucking years. I'm pulling in the slack now, baby.”

He picked up the tube of lubrication he had laid on the small bed table as he tossed the dildo to the chair in the corner of her bedroom. “You won't need that, darlin'. My cock is plenty good enough to still the fires in that sweet pussy. But this,” he indicated the wand in his hand, “we can play with this a little.” Her ass flexed, her anus tingling in response as she fought for the fury she knew should be burning inside her. All she could find was the arousal, the lust.

Yes, he had taught her body to crave him, just as he had declared. And it did crave. It hungered. It screamed with need, and finding the will to fight it was killing her. She retreated instead, moving back as he edged closer, his expression so dark, so intent, she felt the juices dripping from her pussy in response.

“I don't want you!” She stomped her foot furiously. “I hate you, Slade. Do you hear me?” She retreated further, the breath locking in her throat at the knowledge that he was pushing her closer to the bed.

“I hear you, baby,” he crooned, his gray eyes gentling but no less filled with lust. “But you love what I do to you, don't you? You love how I can make you hurt and crave more of it. How the pleasure gets so fucking hot, you know you're going to burn and you jump right into the fire. That's what I'm going to do, Jessie. I'm going to show you all the things we both only dreamed of in the last five years.”

“No, I didn't.” Her fingers fisted in the towel as he crowded her nearer the bed. “I forgot about you the minute you left. I didn't even miss you.”

She was shaking, she wanted him so badly. Trembling with the awareness that the clawing lusts that tortured her for years would be sated by his body, his hunger, his ability to still the needs that ravaged her even as he made her crave more.

He laid the wand and tube of lubrication on the small table by the bed before whipping his shirt off. He didn't argue, he didn't say a damned word. He undressed. Tossing his shirt to the side, his gaze never leaving her, he bent and removed the boots and socks before his hands went to the snap on his jeans.

“Drop the towel.” His voice was graveled, thick with lust. “Let me see that pretty little body, baby.”

“Go to hell!” she cried, shaking, anticipation tearing through her as the snap released and his finger went to the zipper.

Her mouth was watering. She remembered his taste, musk and male heat, the feel of his cock spurting into her mouth, his seed salty and rich as it attacked her taste buds before flowing down her throat. How many times had she dreamed of it, dreamed of feeling him between her lips, hearing his hard, explicit words as she sucked him dry?

“You should see your face.” The zipper was open, his fingers hooking in the waistband before he shucked jeans and briefs, leaving his body gloriously naked. Straightening once again, his cock arrowed back from his abdomen, flushed with angry lust, the flared head damp with pre-come. “Such a hungry little baby,” he crooned, his hand wrapping around the stalk. “Come here, baby. Come on, let me go crazy fucking your sweet mouth.”

She whimpered. God, she was such a fool, a willing pathetic victim.

“Slade, please…I can't do this again…” She couldn't risk her heart.

“I lived for this,” he whispered, his eyes tormented, his expression lined with an emotion that could have been pain. But why pain? He had left her, not the other way around. “I lived for the day I could come back here, that I could make up for what I did to you. That I could live again. I won't walk away, Jessie. You want it just as fucking bad as I do.” He stepped closer. “We can do it the easy way, baby, or the hard way. Give me your sweet mouth.”

His hand gripped the towel, pulling it away from her as she felt tears fill her eyes. She stared up at him, desperate, oh God, she was so desperate to taste him again, to take what he offered, to gorge herself on it.

“I hate you,” she whispered.

“Of course you do, sweet baby.” His hands pressed lightly on her shoulders as she sank to her knees. “And I don't blame you a bit… Fuck. Yes…”

Her tongue licked over the dark head, drawing in the taste of his pre-come, moaning at the intoxication of his passion. Her lips opened, wide, feeling his cock sink in as her hands gripped his powerful thighs and her senses stole reasoning.

“God. Baby girl.” His hands threaded in her hair as his hips bucked against her lips, driving the crest deeper. “There you go, sweetheart. Love me, Jessie. Love me.”

Instinct took over. There was no thought of the pain, the past receded and only the pleasure remained. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper than she ever had before, swallowing against the thickness that threatened to strangle her before pulling back and repeating the process. Her tongue stroked against the underside of his cock as her hands moved, the fingers of the first cupping and stroking his taut testicles while the other moved to the cleft of his ass.

He jerked, forcing his cock deeper. She swallowed, moaned, her fingers finding the forbidden little entrance that brought such pleasure, and massaging slowly.

“That little fucker Jazz is dead,” he groaned, a tortured sound of pleasure. “…fucking kill him…I know he taught you that. God. Fuck. You're killing me.”

She let her throat stroke his crest as she massaged the anal entrance, her fingers cupping and tightening on his balls while her mouth tightened around his shuttling cock. Pre-come leaked furiously from the head, filling her with his taste as she gorged her senses on the fantasy come to life.

Animalistic growls echoed above her as his fingers bunched in her hair and pulled, creating a delicious burning tingle in her scalp that shot straight to her pussy.

“Yeah. There, baby, you go ahead…” he moaned roughly, a tortured sound of male pleasure as her fingers tormented him. “Tease, baby. Let me fuck that pretty mouth while you tease. Because you're going to scream…” He tightened to the breaking point as the tip of her finger pressed at the anal entrance. She massaged, teased; her throat swallowed against the head of his cock before it retreated, only to shuttle back.

“Hot fucking mouth,” he groaned, pulling at her hair as she moaned in uncontrolled hunger. “I could live in your damned mouth, sucking my dick day and night… Oh baby… Sweet baby…” He was vocal. More vocal than she remembered him being as the explicit words filled her head, shook her senses.

She pulled her finger back from his ass, swiped it through the moisture that coated his cock before returning and entering the barest bit, pushing inside as he bucked against her. A shattered cry left his lips as hot, furious blasts of his come shot to her throat.

“God. Fuck. You little minx…” His voice was strangled as he flexed, a short little stroke that pushed his cock into the back of her mouth for each pulse of his semen before he jerked back from her.

Before she could gasp, he pushed her to the bed and jerked the tapered anal wand from the table. Slade rapidly coated it with lubrication before gripping her hand and wrapping her fingers around the hilt of it.

“Use it,” he growled, staring at her like a man possessed by lust. “Spread your legs and fuck yourself with it.”

She stared back at him, confused.

“Do it.” He took her wrist, lowering it until the tip of the fake cock was nudging at the folds of her pussy. “Push it in. Let me watch you fuck yourself with it, Jessie. Let's see how hot you can get before I turn you over and fill your hot little ass with it. Play with me, baby.”

 

Slade was shaking with lust, with love, with all the pent-up hungers and desires that had haunted him for far too many years. And there was the only reason he had stayed sane. Jessie. Her legs spread, her eyes staring up at him, innocence still reflected in the deep brown depths as he watched her press the tapered end of the anal wand into her tight little pussy.

She worked it in, gasping, filling his ears with the sweet sound of her greedy need as he watched the knobby length disappear up her pussy. The muscles of her thighs were tight, tense as her knees bent and her hips jerked against the intrusion. Her head thrashed on the bed as she whimpered his name.

Jazz might have taught her to suck cock, but he hadn't taught her this. She was as much a virgin to the toys as she had been to his cock the first time he filled her. And it was killing him. This was his shame, his insatiable lust for one delicate little woman, the need to push every sexual boundary she could possess as he stole her heart and soul for his own. Just as she owned his.

He had always had the power to make her want. He had seen that, been so brutally shocked by it when she was only seventeen that it had terrified him. The first time she orgasmed for him hadn't been in his RV that weekend. It had been on the bank of the lake, slow dancing, her bikini-clad breasts rubbing against his chest when he smartly slapped her ass for teasing him.

She had shuddered, her breath breaking, her face flushing as her eyes grew dazed and her hips bucked against him. It hadn't been much, hell, he doubted if she had known what had happened, but he had. And it had nearly killed him then not to take her. Waiting the next four years had been hell. The five years after he had first taken her had nearly killed him. And he intended to make up for it all now.

“God, that's pretty,” he crooned, sitting on the bed below her, his hands settling on her knees to open her legs further. “Pull it back, baby, let me see you take your pretty pussy.”

He watched the flushed, bare folds convulse at his words as her syrup bubbled from around the wand. He leaned forward, his tongue slowly licking around the shaft buried inside her, slurping the excess sweetness from the intimate lips.

“Go on.” His hand at her wrist urged her on, his head pulling back, watching the toy sink inside her again. “Good girl. You keep doing that, baby, and I'll do this.”

Picking up the lube, he spread a generous amount on his fingers. Lowering his head once again to the juice-laden curves, he tucked his fingers at the opening to her ass.

“Oh God. Slade…” Her hips lifted as he began to press two fingers into the tight entrance. He had no intention of easing her too gently into his return there. He wanted her to burn, wanted her to scream with the pleasure/pain he knew she craved.

“Did you miss me here, baby?” Thick, wide, he worked his fingers inside her, feeling her tissue spasm around them as her broken breaths filled the room. “Did you miss me up this sweet little ass?”