He squeezed her firm flesh, tiny darts of electricity spearing from her leg directly to her cunt and giving rise to a flood of her cream.
“That has to be a very lonely existence. Don’t you ever want anyone’s company?”
Her laugh was bitter. “Been there, tried that. It never works. So…I find I’m just better off by myself. Mostly.” She wiggled her fingers between his. “Until you.”
Should I have said that? Will he regret accepting my invitation? Think I’m somehow pressuring him? But he jumped at the offer, and I don’t think he really needed a place to stay.
“I won’t give you cause to be sorry you asked me to stay with you.” His voice was very solemn, as if he’d been reading her thoughts.
“I know,” she told him softly.
I hope not.
“I need to call my team as soon as we get back to the cabin,” he went on. “They should have received the photos I sent them and had enough time by now to compare them with the ones we have from other killing sites. I’m hoping something stands out, although I’m not optimistic.”
“It must have been terrible for you finding Jenna the way you did,” she said in a quiet voice.
“I still have nightmares.” He squeezed her leg and let out a long breath. “Okay, here we are. Home sweet home.”
* * * * *
The animal couldn’t sleep. The restlessness would not leave it. Its blood raced through its veins, hot liquid that threatened to burn it alive. It hadn’t fed for too long now and the hunger was spiraling out of control.
It’d tried to make do with substitutes, choosing its prey carefully. The hunters were tracking it. It knew that and knew it had to be careful. But its mouth salivated for the taste of human flesh, the cooling sensation of human blood. It wouldn’t be able to contain the urge much longer.
It scrabbled in its bedding, pushing things around to try to find a more comfortable place for its body but nothing seemed to help. It closed its eyes and tried to call up the images of its most recent kill. What a tasty meal that had been. And just like always, it’d been able to whisk itself away without leaving a trace. Its scent was so peculiar it wasn’t worried about anyone defining it. No, in that area it was safe.
In the distance a coyote wailed again, a mournful sound that so aptly described how it, too was feeling. It would have to run tonight, to hunt for some small prey to tide it over. Until the next big kill. Its heartbeat quickened at the thought. Yes, it needed something right now.
Pushing itself to an upright position, it carefully sniffed the air for danger.
All quiet.
Keeping to the shadows, it slipped into the night.
* * * * *
Dakota busied herself getting out plates and glasses and setting up their meal while Jonah finished his conversation with his team.
“All right.” He sighed. “I’ll get back to you when I have more.
If
I have more.”
He disconnected his call and set the phone on the low table in front of the fireplace. His hair was rumpled from running his fingers through it in frustration and his jaw was set in a determined line.
“Come sit down,” she urged, pouring wine into two glasses. “Have a drink. You need something to soothe your nerves.”
She turned to pick up the pizza from the counter and was startled when strong arms came around her, pushing the box back down.
“I don’t think food or drink is going to do it for me right now, darlin’.” Jonah’s voice was thick with need. He swept her hair to one side and pressed his lips to her neck, touching the tip of his tongue to her skin.
She shivered as fingers of heat danced over her, her already damp panties soaking even more.
Jonah’s warm hands rubbed softly up and down her arms while his mouth continued to trace patterns on her neck, her ear, and the underside of her jaw. She leaned back against his hard body and felt the thickness of his cock pressing into her backside through the layers of their clothing. Her muscles turned liquid and her breathing hitched just from that simple touch.
“You taste so damn good,” he murmured, his hot breath whispering against her skin. “I want to run my tongue over every inch of your skin.”
She wanted to turn, to wind her arms around his neck, but her feet were rooted to the floor, immobilized by the sensual thrill of his mouth and tongue.
He moved his hands around to her front and slid them beneath her t-shirt. His fingers rested briefly on the warm flesh of her tummy before sliding up to cup the bottom swell of her breasts. Her nipples were so hard she was sure they could push through the flimsy fabric of her bra. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck to his marauding mouth as he kneaded her breasts and flicked her nipples with his thumbs.
“Feel how hard I am.” He pushed his hips forward so his cock bumped against her ass more firmly. “My cock swells every time I touch you. Every time I look at you. How am I supposed to get any work done with such a temptress so close to me?”
She made her laugh seductive. “You could always go back to the motel. No temptation there.”
“Not on your life. You can just forget that.”
With a casual movement of his hands he flicked open the front clasp of her bra and pushed the material aside, leaving her breasts free to his touch. The rough calluses on his fingertips rubbed her skin, stimulating the nerves and causing her breasts to ache and feel heavy. When he pinched her nipples she gasped, pain lancing through her and bringing with it waves of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you.” He nuzzled her neck again, then bit lightly on the tender skin. “I wonder what else you might like.”
She had no idea but at that moment she’d have been willing to give him anything. Try anything. She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her backside against his erection and bringing forth a low groan from him.
His hands slid down to the waistband of her jeans. The pop of the button opening and the snick of the zipper as he lowered it sounded uncommonly loud in the thick silence of the room. Hot fingers traced a path down over her tummy to the curls covering her mound. He riffled them lightly, as a soft breeze might, before plunging lower to tease her clit.
Dakota moved her legs apart to give him better access, rocking slightly to urge his fingers deeper. But Jonah seemed to be in no hurry. He brushed a fingertip back and forth across her clit until she thought she would go mad with desire. Her panties were now soaked through and the scent of her arousal so strong she could even smell it herself.
“Tell me what you want.” His breath tickled her ear as he tormented her swollen clit. “Say it, Dakota.”
“I want your fingers inside me,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Like this?” He slid one lean digit between her folds, rubbing up and down.
“More,” she moaned.
“How about this?” He slid her jeans and panties down until they were to her knees, exposing her ass, her cunt and her golden creamy thighs. Then, slowly, he slipped the finger back up to brush her clit before driving it down again, this time close to the opening of her vagina but circling it without penetrating her.
“Jonah!” The sound was almost a wail. The walls of her cunt fluttered with need as they sought something solid to grasp.
But Jonah was determined to tease her, torment her with his clever touch. As his thumb chafed a nipple, one finger of the other hand continued its slow journey through her wet folds, brushing her clit then moving in a circular motion. She could feel every ridge of the callus on that slowly moving digit. Down, up, round and round.
Dakota leaned back against him for support, her legs trembling as tremors skated through her. She was melting and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet. She rocked back and forth, trying to urge his finger deeper.
He chuckled, his breath a warm caress against her skin. “Eager, are we? Is this what you want?”
He dipped his hand lower and one finger slid into her hot, wet channel. It scraped lightly against the tiny nerves bundled in her flesh, setting them off in riotous response and sent a fresh spate of her honey coursing onto Jonah’s finger. She clenched the inner muscles of her cunt, tightening against him, needing more inside her. He’d barely done anything to her yet already her skin felt hot and too tight.
When he pinched her clit and her nipple at the same time a small orgasm rolled through her, catching her unawares and leaving her needing more. She tried to turn, to touch him, to urge him toward the bed but one arm moved to band around her waist, holding her in place.
The finger wet with her cream slid from her pussy, around her hip and through the cleft of her ass until it found the tight rosette. The moment the tip of his finger began to circle that sensitive bundle of nerves her pussy spasmed again and icy heat raced through her. Her breath caught on a gasp as she reflexively pushed back against him.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here, Dakota?” His voice was a purr, like that of a jungle cat on the prowl.
She shook her head, incapable of speech.
“Would you like me to?”
As he asked the question he pressed the tip of the finger just past the ring of muscle guarding her rectum. It moved in a fraction beyond the first knuckle, making her catch her breath again.
He pinched her nipple. Hard. “Answer me. Do you want me to fuck you in this gorgeous ass?”
“Y-Yes.” Why was he making her talk? Her mind was so scattered she could hardly put two words together.
“Yes what?” The finger pressed in more insistently.
“God!” The word exploded from her as he moved his finger in all the way and rotated it.
Jonah laughed softly. “You can just call me Jonah.” He moved the finger again. “Yes, what, Dakota? Let me hear you say the words.”
“YesIwantyoutofuckmeintheass.” She clenched her buttocks around the intrusion, her breathing erratic, hot and cold skating over her.
“We’ll have to work on it a little, darlin’. This sweet ass is really tight. You couldn’t take my cock now and I don’t want to hurt you.” He sighed against her skin. “What we need is some good lube and a proper plug.”
Dakota dragged in a deep breath. “I-I have those things. Here.”
The finger in her ass stopped moving and the two stimulating her nipple pinched hard, convulsively.
“You do? You have a plug and lube?”
“Uh-huh.” She moved her hips, silently urging him to get back to what he was doing. Should she have told him? What would he think of her? At the moment she didn’t much care.
“Darlin’, you just keep surprising me. Where are they?”
“I-In my chest of drawers. Near the bed.”
Slowly he withdrew his finger from her ass and dropped his hand from her breast. He lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed, placing her on it very carefully.
“Which drawer?” he asked after he’d washed his hands.
“The one on top on the right.”
Her entire body was humming, badly in need of his attention. She watched him as he opened the drawer and studied the contents.
“This all to entertain yourself?”
“Yes.” Heat crept up her cheeks. “I…ordered them online.”
“Makes up for not having a partner, right?” He pulled out the butt plug. “This is still in the wrapper. You’ve never used it.”
She closed her eyes, embarrassed to be discussing this with him. “I was working up to it.”
“Well, let’s not make you wait any longer.”
He carried the plug and the tube of gel he’d found over to the bed. She waited for him to undress her, then himself. Instead he crawled up beside her and lifted her until she was on her hands and knees.
“Stay just like that,” he ordered. “Don’t move.”
When he slipped one hand beneath her and found her clit she couldn’t swallow the cry of need that escaped her. He massaged it slowly, scooping some of her copious cream and rubbing it into the swollen bud. Her pussy muscles clenched in need. Why didn’t he push his fingers inside her, where she really needed them? Instead, he steadied her with one hand while he circled her clit again and again, pushing her toward a release that at the same time he was denying her.
“Please, Jonah,” she begged, moving her hips back and forth. “Please, please, please.”
“Please what? You know I want to hear the words.”
“Please fuck me,” she blurted out and tried to press down on the tormenting finger.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” he prompted.
“In my ass.” She nearly screamed the words in frustration, her whole body shaking with unsatisfied desire.
“But you aren’t ready yet,” he reminded her.
“I don’t care,” she sobbed.
“I do. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to. It’s going to burn a little the first time, but I want it to be pleasant for you.” He ran a hand over her buttocks, caressing the skin, tracing the line where thigh and buttocks joined before trailing through her cleft again. “Let’s see what we can do to get you ready.”
She felt the cooling sensation of the gel as he squeezed it onto her anus and the gentle rotation of his finger as he smoothed it onto the tight ring of muscle before rubbing it inside. His finger went in a little easier this time, helped both by the fact he’d penetrated her once and by the slickness of the gel.