Chapter 13

Zach

Watching Jessi come was hot as fuck. I was ready for more of her sweet cunt. I pushed her back on the seat and dove in between her thighs once more. She tipped her head back and moaned when I pressed my lips to her pussy.

“Yeah, right there.”

I moaned an approval. I couldn’t believe this was happening. After all that time I’d spent trying to figure out how I could get her back into my bed, she’d pretty much thrown herself at me today. Who knew that all it took was a glass of champagne, a limo, and the thrill of winning a case? I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her closer, groaning slightly as I tasted her.

I could get addicted to this. In fact, I almost felt like I already was, satisfying some thrill I couldn’t find anywhere else but between her legs. I would’ve stayed here all day if she’d let me, driving her crazy, pushing her to the edge and then pulling back over and over again until she was begging me to make her come. But there were other things I wanted to do to her before I dropped her off at the office, and I wasn’t sure how much time she had. All I knew for certain was I’d be damn sure I made the most of it.

I licked her hungrily, like she was my last feast, until she was squirming in the way she had before when she was getting close. Her body arched, her face contorting and her mouth opening and closing as though trying to find words.

My cock was rock hard, almost bursting out of my slacks. I couldn’t wait to be inside her. Once I slid my thick finger in her slick asshole, she came undone. Yeah, she liked that. I sealed my mouth around her pussy and sucked, finger fucking her ass and she let out a moan that damn near made me come in my pants.

I gave her a second or two to recover, sitting up and wiping the back of my hand over my mouth. I could have watched her like this all day, squirming and writhing, waiting to be sated, but I had other plans. And it seemed—so did she.

“Condom?” she panted, and I pulled one from my pants pocket. I quickly pulled down my pants, took my cock in my hand and rolled it on. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me down.

“Payback,” she murmured, pulling her hair across her back and letting it tumble down around her shoulders. Fuck, she looked hot like that. She reached down, took my cock in her hand, and lowered herself down on top of me.

“Mmm,” she moaned softly, tipping her head back as she took every inch of me. She held herself there for a brief time, and I lifted my hands to her waist and stroked up and down her body. She looked so damn good in control, just like she was back in the court room. And then, she began to grind.

“Fuck yeah baby. Fuck my cock. Ride it.” God, she was sexy. Too sexy.

She moved slowly at first, rocking her hips back and forth just barely, just enough that I could feel her pussy flexing around my dick. I pressed my lips together, furrowing my brow to keep from growling.

I sank my fingers into her hips, holding her tight, guiding her on my cock. I thrust up to meet her, finding a pace, burying myself inside her. Though she was taking me up to the hilt, I craved more, wanting to get deeper and further inside her, determined to feel every inch of her. I wanted to get up under her skin and not let go.

She paused at the bottom of one of her thrusts, circling her hips around and around, letting out a little moan of pleasure as she did so. I leaned back to watch her, to watch us together, and then she began to ride my cock with purpose.

“Fuck, you feel good,” she moaned. It was sexy to hear her speak like that, knowing that she’d completely lost herself in me. I could have listened to her talk dirty to me all day, but with the hunger with which she was riding me, I knew I wasn’t going to hold out much longer. The sweet taste of her had pushed me close to the edge, and watching her in the throes of pleasure as she fucked my cock was enough to get me there. I ran my hand up her back and gripped her hair, sitting up so I could kiss her, wrapping the other arm around her waist to hold her steady as I fucked her hard. She gripped me, fingers digging into my shoulders and mouth hanging open, her breath coming fast and hard against my ear. I knew she was close. So was I. I gritted my teeth, pressing my face into her neck, inhaling the gorgeous scent of her, committing it to memory and totally losing myself.

The orgasm was almost more a relief than anything else, my body relaxing beneath her as I bottomed out deep inside her pussy. She came, tensing around my cock and releasing with a long, shaky sigh against my ear. She ran her nails lightly over my scalp, kissing my neck, holding herself on top of me as though not willing to give the experience up quite yet. I knew exactly how she felt. Even knowing I’d need at least a few minutes before I could go again—and believe me, I wanted to—something in me wanted to draw the experience out for a while, to enjoy the feel of her on top of me, the weight of her sweet body leaning up against mine. We were wrapped in each other’s arms, holding each other tight, intimate in ways I wasn’t prepared for.

And then, she lifted off me in one swift motion, rolling her skirt down and grabbing for her panties where I’d threw them earlier. She pulled them on quickly, rolled her skirt down, and patted her hair back into place. I watched her, a small smile on my face. I didn’t know what to make of it, and it bothered me that she already seemed so removed from what we’d just done.

“What are you doing?” I asked carefully, not wanting to say anything that would shatter the moment between us completely. She didn’t look around, as though she was embarrassed at what had happened between us.

“I need to get back to the office,” she reminded me, and all the gorgeously sexy hoarseness that had been in her voice just minutes before was gone. I couldn’t believe, looking at her now, that it had only been a matter of seconds since she’d been on top of me, holding me so tight I wasn’t sure she’d ever let go. I stared at her. This didn’t make sense.

“I’ll get the driver to swing back around,” I muttered without thinking. I’d accommodate her, sure, but was that really it? She was slipping back into ice-queen mode so quickly I was starting to wonder if any of it had ever happened. She’d come out of the courtroom buzzing with excitement and then slipped into this car burning with desire, and now she was just blank? It was as though she’d carefully arranged her features so they wouldn’t show an ounce of reaction to the desperate looks I was giving her. I didn’t know what I could do to get her to stay, but as I dressed myself and leaned forward to let the driver know it was time to drop her off, I knew I was running out of time to come up with something.

She didn’t make eye contact as we pulled around to the office. The only sound in the car was of the champagne glass bouncing back and forth on the floor where she’d dropped it earlier. I wanted to pick it up, but I wasn’t sure if the acknowledgement that it was there would go against what she wanted right now. I snuck another look at her. What the fuck was this? She’d practically thrown herself at me, and now she was acting as though we hadn’t so much as laid a finger on each other, that this had actually been just a lift back to the office. It was fucking me up, and I couldn’t figure out how she could have swung from desperately horny sex goddess pulling my head between her legs to completely cold without breaking stride.

Before she could get to the door, I remembered the lawyer, the other lawyer in the courtroom. They had something going on and I’d sworn I’d get her to tell me the story. I turned to her, and she finally met my gaze.

“That lawyer, the other one in the courtroom,” I began, and she pressed her lips together at once as though I was touching on something she really didn’t want to think about.

“What, the one I beat?” she threw back, a flash of cockiness in her eyes.

“The very same,” I agreed. “What was the deal with him?”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes slid away from mine.

“I mean, it seemed like there was history between you,” I pointed out. “Like something had happened.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied firmly, but she looked terrified, as though I’d hit a nerve. The car drew to a halt, and she looked away from me, telling me this conversation was firmly over. I frowned. What the fuck had happened between her and that asshole to make her so nervous about just talking about him?

We arrived back at the office. I got out and held the door open for her. It was old-fashioned, but it was the only thing I could think of as a last attempt to get her to look me in the eye before she left. I guess I hadn’t seen this coldness the last time, when she’d left me in my apartment, and I was glad I hadn’t because this felt like rejection of the most confusing kind. Her eyes briefly flicked up to meet mine, and there was a hint of something there. Whether it was guilt, excitement, apology, or some mixture of all three, I couldn’t tell, but it was enough to keep me staring at her as she made her way up the steps and back into her office. Leaving me standing next to the limo, wondering what in the hell had just happened.