Triple Diamonds (Mystic Nights Book 2) (8 page)

She had a moment of panic when his hip bumped hers, but she pushed over to make room for him. She felt trapped, and from this seat couldn’t even see her friends. Another moment of doubt crept in.
Why was he pursuing her?
These Sassacus men had reputations, she reminded herself. They were the love ’em and leave them types. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The oldest, Jonathan, had recently married. But even the sisters were known to have been around the block a time or two, if the rumors being spread about were true.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” He saw her nervousness as she toyed with her glass. “Unless you want me to,” he teased inching closer.

The wanton image of him biting one of her nipples before sucking it into his mouth gently came into her mind’s eye.
Oh God!
She realized she did want him to bite her.
Badly.
But could she handle this?
A fling with Joseph Sassacus.
She’d been dreaming of him lately. Ever since she had encountered him that one evening he had seen her packing her car with items to be delivered to the food bank.
A fling? Could she?
She’d never had a causal affair before. A one night hook up. She realized she very much wanted too. Her battery powered boyfriend of late was not as exciting as it used to be.
But would there be repercussions? Could she handle that?

Joseph saw her mind working. She was smiling though and that was a good sign. He gave her the time she needed. He wasn’t into forcing himself on a woman, but he knew the signs. She was just as attracted to him as he was to her. And she was considering the possibilities. This was going to happen, he knew that. But it would be her choice. He watched her as she picked up her drink and took a sip of the sweet concoction, a mango flavored margarita. “Mmm, these are so good,” she murmured seductively. “Delicious.”

Joseph lifted his glass taking a cooling sip. He was sure the drink was good, but he had a thought something else might be even sweeter. He wanted to taste her. All of her. But he would settle for a kiss first. Setting his drink back down, he reached behind her and placed an arm along the back of the seat, and then lazily picked up a coil of her hair.

Jewel felt his fingers in her hair. First he lightly picked up a lock and tugged, and then his fingers were in her hair, at the nape of her neck. It sent electric shocks tingling along her spine. She felt it reach all the way down to her core and she had to clench her legs together to hold back the shudder that threatened to overtake her. Such a small move and she felt the intensity of it. The man was good, she would give him that. She gave him another shy glance but did not pull away from his touch, and he smiled at her, pleased with her reaction.

It encouraged him to do more. His hand swept across to her shoulder and he began to make lazy circles on it. And then he moved his hand down the length of her bare arm. When he leaned in to speak to her above the noise of the bar and music, his words continued to heighten her excitement just as his hands continued to play havoc with her senses.

“I want to kiss you.” He saw her nostrils flare. Her breathing hitched. “Ever since I’ve met you, I can’t stop thinking about you. I had to keep myself away from the kitchen.”

She was shocked, but encouraged by his pronouncement. He’d been thinking about her all month. She had been thinking about him too, but didn’t want to tell him that. Brushing it off quickly as a pick up line, which it probably was, she lowered her lashes and picked up her drink once more.
Could she do this?
She really wanted to. He was tempting.

Looking up, she found his face a mere inch from her own, and it was in that instant she made her choice. She closed the distance.

When his lips touched hers, it was pure bliss. His lips were surprisingly soft. And when she felt his tongue slide across the seam of her mouth, she opened to him. And the burst of heat that came with it made her moan. He tasted like rum and coke. Sweet and warm. Jewel tentatively darted her tongue into his mouth, and he pulled it in more. The kiss continued lighting a fire in her and she had the urge to get closer to him. And so she did, scooting over on the seat so she was tucked into the crook of his arm. The length of his leg against hers, his hand on her shoulder slid behind her, and then she felt the arm at her waist as he gently lowered it to her hip, his hand digging into her flesh. And when he released her, ended the kiss that had rocked her, it caused her to moan the loss, but then that hand was back, and he was trailing nibbles and licks along her slender neck as his hand traced a fiery path to just underneath her breast. She thought she would explode with need. She wanted to feel his hands on her. She wanted him to touch her. All of her.

When Joseph pulled back to gauge Jewel’s reaction, he saw what he wanted. Pure unfettered desire. Her eyes were molten. The girl was primed. Those doe brown eyes were dilated, the pupils large. The thick fringe of lashes batting to regain her composure.

“I don’t know where this is going, Jewel, but I want you,” he admitted. His usual line, was something along the lines of,
‘I’m not into relationships, but if you’re up for it, I’d love to have you come upstairs.’
But he held back that part. It didn’t feel right.

Her reply made his cock even harder. “Let’s take it one day, er night, at a time.”

He dipped down quickly and took her lips once again, claiming them. She tasted sweet and fruity as his tongue tangled with hers, and he knew he wanted that night with her to be tonight more than anything.

When that second kiss ended, they were both breathless. She smiled shyly at him, but she had made her choice. She knew where this had been headed all along. “I never do this,” she confessed.

“Do what?” he asked coyly looking down at his drink, wondering if he should order her one more before he suggested they move this upstairs.

“Pick up a guy in bar.” Her words were breathless and naïve.

He laughed seductively. She was so . . . fresh. “You didn’t really pick me up,” he confessed. “I heard your friends talking in the kitchen saying you were coming out. That’s why I came. For you.” He gave her the small truth, knowing she probably suspected it anyway.

His admitting that scored him brownie points with her. She’d felt like something had been going on. Returning the laughter, she admitted, “So, I guess you came to pick me up?”

“Absolutely, precious.” His smile took her breath away. She suddenly had the urge to reach up and touch his face. She wanted too. He had a dark shadow of stubble beginning to come in, and she wondered what it would feel like on parts of her body other than her face.

Seeing her eyes dilate even further, he knew where her wayward thoughts were taking her. “Is it working?” he asked.

Jewel bit her lip. There was just a small bit of indecision left and he sensed it. His hand that stilled on her tiny waist began to move again, up along her rib cage, until his thumb could gently rub the underside of her breast. He could sense the weight of it and had to stifle his groan of desire that had his cock throbbing in anticipation. He wanted to see those luscious breasts that were bound by the tight dress spring free. To touch and taste them.

Jewel’s thoughts came into her mind like a crescendo of emotion clouded by intense desire.
Could I? Should I?
Then, when will I ever get this chance again? I work so hard. I’m so busy.
YES! I need this. I want him.
“Yes.” She was aching with desire.

“Then let’s go,” he stated as he slid out from the bench seat taking her hand in his. He pulled her along with him not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer. He wanted to fuck her too badly to wait. The flirting was over.

And Jewel followed him. She was ready for whatever this night could offer. Even if it was just this one night.

*

Jewel had no
time to think. The moment he’d opened the door to his suite, his hands were all over her body. He was walking her backwards towards his bed, and her body was on fire in anticipation.

The lights were on low and she could see how fast they were moving. Literally and figuratively. As they passed the mirror along one wall she caught a glimpse of the two of them together. He was so large. Like a body builder, the shoulders powerful, and she looked so miniscule in comparison. He could crush her easily. But she wanted him. She wouldn’t let his size deter her. She wanted one night just to feel. Need coursed through her. It was all consuming.

He had his hands on her hips and they were sliding higher under her dress. The moment her legs hit the back of the bed, she buckled and he pulled down her panties as she fell. It was that fast. One fluid motion. She was glad to by lying down because a wave of dizziness had overtaken her. She felt her body tremble.

Joseph broke the kiss. He had to. Seeing her breathless in anticipation, shaking with desire with that body, he gasped just looking at her. He wanted to ravage her. All of her. Possess her. For just a moment his gaze examined her exposed pussy. Her dress had ridden up showing him what he wanted. She was slick, and bare.

As Joseph’s eyes feasted upon her, she assumed he must have liked what he saw. She was clean down there. He let out a guttural moan. Grinning ferociously, he glanced into her eyes with flames in his own she assumed matched the fire in hers. When his head dropped, her body nearly bolted from the bed as this powerful man went down on her. His head was between her legs in a heartbeat, and his tongue dove in without a moment’s hesitation.

Deeply. Joseph thrust his tongue inside her sweet pussy. He found her core, her clit, already excited, and began to toy with it.

Curled over his head in a crunch, she grasped fistfuls of his hair as he licked her over and over again. The muscles in her belly contracted. The explosion that rocked her body was fast and intense. It shocked her that she had come so soon. She cried her pleasure, and screamed his name. And the intensity of it had her immediately collapsing onto the bed. Panting. Her body boneless from her quick release. No man had ever made her come so quickly.

As she lie there trying to catch her breath, Joseph was stripping. Fast.

With her eyes half closed, she admired this remarkably handsome man’s body. When his shirt came off, she was shocked to say the least. The man’s body was intricately tattooed, and she would have never imagined anything could look so beautiful on a man. He looked like the Algonquin warrior he was. But he didn’t give her the time to examine them more closely. He crawled up her body and helped her to sit up. Lowering the zipper of the dress, he pulled it down, and because she wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts tumbled out to his wide eyed passionate gaze.

His eyes feasted on those breasts. They were large, and he picked one up gently and brought it to his mouth, while he kneaded the other globe feeling its weight.

Jewel’s hands tentatively supported his head as he suckled her. Her quenched desire began to rise once more. She glanced downward and got her first glimpse of his cock. It was large, too large, she thought, as she had a brief moment of panic.
How was he going to fit?
The size was big, but the girth terrified her. He would break her apart, but not in a good way.

But the man was a pro. What he was doing to her breast had her distracted as his teeth grazed her incredibly sensitive nipple. It hardened painfully as he tugged on it, eliciting yet another moan of pleasure from her.

Joseph was hot and ready. And he knew just what to do to ensure she was ready for more. Already her hips were gyrating in that ageless rhythm he knew so well. He broke the latch on her breast and reached over to his bedside table to pull out a condom. Her eyes never left him as she watched him quickly sheath himself.

“This needs to be fast. And hard. You okay with that?” he asked through gritted teeth. When he saw her head quickly bob, he surprised her yet again by standing. Then he helped her over to the side of the bed. He quickly pulled the rest of her dress off of her, over her head. He wanted nothing to separate him from her glorious body. No barriers other than one he had to wear.

“Kneel on the side of the bed, baby,” he encouraged.

She did as she was told bracing herself for his entrance. His invasion. She pushed back the fear. She wanted to know what that cock would feel like inside of her.

“Now watch in the mirror.” She glanced to the side and watched as he positioned himself behind her. It was the most erotic thing she ever saw. His cock was hard, long, thick, and throbbing at her entrance. And in one fluid movement he slammed that massive cock inside of her. It hurt, and she bucked. But he stilled inside for a moment until she stretched to accommodate him.

“It won’t hurt for long. I promise,” he grunted. “I’ll make it good.” She was so god dammed tight. His balls tightened as he slowly withdrew and he pushed back in more slowly this time. He could feel her juices helping him to glide in more easily. She was gasping, but her body began to relax after his initial onslaught. He began to move quicker and push further, and soon he had established the rhythm. The sound of his balls slapping against the bottom of her ass cheek urging him on. He could come. He was close, but knew she wasn’t there yet. He stilled immediately, enjoying the slick heat of her wet pussy squeezing his shaft hard, and fought to retain control. He could feel the walls of her pussy trembling and squeezing him tighter. Slowly he began to withdraw, and he watched her eyes in the mirror as he possessed her once again. “Keep them open. Your eyes. I want to watch when you come this time.”