Chapter Five
Jasper watched me approach, but most of the wariness I’d seen on him was gone. In its place was the same need, the primal desire that had been relentlessly pushing me in his direction since we’d met.
“You like watching.” Emboldened by the shot of tequila, I pushed at his chest, urging him to sit on the bar stool behind him. He resisted for a moment before complying, spreading his legs wide enough that I could nestle myself between them.
“I like lots of things.” He hissed out a breath, just the smallest of reactions, as I placed a hand on each of his thighs, rubbing my palms over the defined muscles.
He didn’t push me away.
“Show me.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” His voice, more whiskey than steel as he looked down at me, was full of warning.
“That’s a cop-out.” I licked my lips, tasting tequila. “Tell me.”
Without warning, his hand shot out and palmed my breast. I gasped as with his other hand he pulled me flush against his torso, the soft curves of my stomach to his groin.
My eyes widened as he pulled me closer still, rubbing me back and forth over—oh man. I’d felt his hardness against me earlier, but right now, as he deliberately shifted me along his length, I felt the need gathering tight at the base of my spine.
With sure fingers, he tugged the right side of my dress down. The bra that I wore beneath was white lace and thin, and when he ran his thumb over my nipple, a pulse of heat shot straight from his caress to my core.
“Jasper!” I was pressed against his chest, but we were sitting in the middle of a bar that was crowded with people. “What are you doing?”
My words were shocked, but I betrayed myself by pressing into his palm. He laughed, a low, dark sound, and dampness surged between my legs.
“Yeah, I like to watch.” Without warning, he pulled back and tugged my dress into position. I was left staring up at him with wide eyes and shaky hands. “I like to be watched, too. Like I said, Cari, I like a lot of things. You’ve been pushing me all day, and I’m about to break, so make sure you understand. If we do this, I’m going to want those things with you.”
He probably expected that little speech to discourage me. If he got to know me better, he’d find out that I saw challenges like a bull sees red flags.
I’d made up my mind—I wanted him. Wanted whatever he would give me. And if he was going to continue to skirt around the subject with these mysterious Christian Grey-like comments that told me nothing, I was just going to have to be persuasive.
The sandals he’d mocked earlier raised me up a couple of inches over my usual height, but even with him sitting I had to stand on my toes. Reaching out blindly toward the bar, I grabbed one of the wedges of lime I’d left there earlier.
“Cari.” I ignored his warning, instead holding up my prize.
“I didn’t finish my shot properly.” Before he could pull away, I rubbed the lime over his skin. The tart scent hit my nose, combining with the musk of his skin and making my mouth water. “Let’s see. Salt…did that. Tequila…did that, too. That just leaves lime.”
He said nothing, just watched with those pale eyes as I leaned in and licked him, running my tongue up the cord of his neck. I felt him shudder beneath my lips before I pulled away, making a show of biting into what was left of the lime wedge.
“Mmm.” I tossed the used-up slice of fruit back onto the bar and smiled wickedly up at him. It had been so long since I’d done this kind of dance, the one between two people who wanted each other on a level so deep it felt almost primal. “Want some?”
“Enough.” One strong arm pulled me against him again, banding me against his chest and keeping me there. With his other hand he wrapped the length of my ponytail around his fingers and pulled. I gasped at the sting in my scalp as he turned my face up for a kiss.
This was nothing like our kiss behind the motel earlier. That one had felt like he was giving in to my teasing, a man pushed past reasonable limits. But this?
He was, without a doubt, in charge of every aspect of this kiss—which way my head was angled, when I was permitted to breathe, how far my lips would part to welcome his tongue.
I lost track of time as he claimed me in that most basic of ways, pulling back only when he broke the embrace. We stared each other down, and I thought I could read everything he wasn’t saying in the ferocious gaze that threatened to swallow me whole.
With another of those breathtakingly quick movements, he released my ponytail and cupped my ass with his hands. I cried out, the sound swallowed as he lifted me right off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stood.
“Jasper, what are you doing?” Several heads turned. I saw Jackson at the other end of the bar. He lifted his beer in salute with a wicked grin. Remembering his words about taking his cock in his hand as he thought about me with Jasper made me flush, and I buried my face in his neck. He only laughed, the sound swallowed up in the noise of the crowd.
“Don’t you understand yet? I like it better if they watch.”
Oh God.
Carrying me across the bar, he headed for an open doorway. Members of my team were probably there, watching me play Tarzan and Jane with what to them would seem a stranger, and normally I would be mortified. I wasn’t the kind of woman to let a man carry me anywhere, let alone claim me the way he was obviously doing.
With that insane body of his pressed against mine and the head of his rigid cock rubbing against my cleft with every step, I couldn’t have cared less.
He carried me through the doorframe, and I found that instead of outside, we were in a narrow hallway, probably a way for employees to move between the motel and the bar.
It was empty, and it was dim, the only light coming from a single flickering bulb overhead. Dust danced in the air, tickling my nose. From behind, the sounds of the bar were barely muted—the door was propped open. Anyone looking in could see.
He carried me to the far end of the hall, easily supporting my weight in those oh-hell-yes arms of his. When we passed under the light I saw the glitter of anticipation in his eyes. At the end of the hall, he backed me into the wall, and I shuddered when his lips found my neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive tissue.
“I never lose control.” His lips—and teeth—found the curve of my shoulder, and I shuddered. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“You don’t even know me yet.” The words were spoken over a gasp. “Give me time. I can do better.”
“I know that you have a smart mouth.” Pulling the neckline of my dress down fully this time, he cupped my breasts in his palms, thumbing the nipples until they stood up in hard, aching peaks. “Later I’ll put it to better use.”
“You can try.” Tough words when I was pressing into his touch, silently begging for more.
“Challenge accepted.” I squawked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me, flipping us so that our positions were reversed, his back to the wall. His hands on my shoulders urged me to my knees, and heaven help me, but I went willingly.
My thighs were slick with my own arousal, and he’d barely touched me yet. His own need was evident, straining against the denim right in front of my eyes. He was so tall I had to stretch my neck to reach, but I pressed a damp, open-mouthed kiss to his erection.
He hissed, quickly undoing the button of his jeans. The zipper followed, the metallic sound audible over the throb of the music down the hall because it was right in front of my face.
I smelled him then, musk and salt, and my mouth watered.
I watched with greedy eyes as he tugged at the elastic of his underwear. That heavy erection sprang free, and the breath shuddered out of me.
“Don’t make me tell you what to do.” The words were hard, but when I looked up there was a hint of softness hidden in the stern features. That was when I understood.
This was for me. He was acting like I’d driven him past the point of no return, but my vigilante bodyguard was doing this because it was something I needed, today of all days.
“You don’t do this with all of your clients, do you?” The words flew out before I could stop them, as soon as the idea flitted through my brain. It shouldn’t have mattered—I didn’t know him well enough to care.
And yet I did. I think he did, too, because of the thread of exasperation that whipped over his face.
“Stop talking, woman.” One of those massive hands fisted around the base of his cock. Thick, darker than the rest of his skin, and so long that a good few inches still protruded from his closed fist.
His other hand tangled in my hair again, taking control of my movement like he had during our kiss out in the bar. Pressing the head of his cock to my lips, he firmly guided my head forward until I had no choice but to open for his length.
“Yes.” The normally stoic guard hissed out a sigh as my mouth closed around him. Circling my tongue over the head, I licked away the salty drop at the tip and swallowed.
His hips bucked, and he let go of his erection to tangle a second hand in my hair. He pulled back, then thrust forward again, sliding his hardness even farther into my mouth, far enough that my eyes watered.
I braced myself on his thighs with both hands, looking up as I tried to pull back. He shook his head, the slightest dirty little smile teasing me, and urged me forward again.
He continued to move back, then forward just a little more than the time before. My mouth flexed around him, my jaw starting to ache in the most delicious way as he pressed inexorably onward, never letting up.
His musky smell, the salty taste, hell, the sheer visual of this gigantic man with his features pulled tight with pleasure because of me had me squirming restlessly, squeezing my thighs tightly together in an attempt to gain some friction on my aching clit. When I was finally able to take his entire length in by relaxing my throat, he groaned as if he was in pain, and my final hold on reality scattered into the dim air of the hall.
I wanted more. I wanted it all. My body twisted, my hands still clenching the solid muscles of his thighs as I strained for something held just out of my reach.
“Someone is watching us.”
I made a sound that was half a shout, half a choked moan, my head twisting around as I tried to look.
The hands in my hair wouldn’t allow me to see, and that let my mind run wild. Who was it? Was it the man I’d been dancing with earlier? Someone from my team? A stranger?
I should have cared. I did not.
“He did a double take when he walked by the first time.” Jasper’s words teased even as his hands forced me to continue the task he’d set. “He stopped, watched from the other room for a moment. Now he knows I see him.”
I heard a heavy footfall, a couple of steps sounding over the loud music. My pulse started to pound in a staccato rhythm.
“He just stepped into the hall.” I moaned again as heat flashed through me. Jasper had said he liked to watch, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that I would be the same. “He’s waiting. Watching. How does that make you feel?”
I couldn’t use my words but looked up at him with wild eyes. His gaze raked over my face, taking in every nuance of my expression, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was safe with this man. If I didn’t like this, he’d know—he’d pick up on it with those eyes that saw everything, and he’d set me free.
Yeah, those eyes saw everything, and right now they saw just how hot this was making me. His hold on my hair, his insistence, his focus on me.
I wanted it. I needed him.
“You like it.” The words were mocking in the best possible way. “Would you like it if he took his own cock out? If he jacked himself watching you get me off?”
Oh. My. God.
I was drowning in the sensation, my muscles rigid as pleasure danced around me, through me, stroking and licking and sucking and teasing enough to keep me on edge but not send me over.
I couldn’t go over because for some reason I just couldn’t until he said I could. Right now, my pleasure was held in his hands.
“He’s doing it.” Jasper’s voice was harsh. “He’s unzipping his jeans. Do you want him to continue?”
I nodded around his cock as saliva pooled in my mouth. I could hear the faint sound of the zipper being drawn down, could imagine a second erection springing free from its confines.
“He’s got his cock in his fist, Cari.” I rocked against him, my eyes starting to water. I was overflowing everywhere, wet and wanting, full of need. “He’s pumping himself because he’s so turned on by you.”
Frantic, I started to move faster. I thought he might use his hold on me to slow me down, keep me at the pace he dictated, but he let me do as I wanted, let me suck harder and faster, his thrusts speeding up to match my new pace.
“Someone else is watching, too.” I pressed myself against the long, immovable legs in front of me, needing support. “He’s just watching, but I bet he’s hard, too. Aching. Wishing it was his cock in your mouth.”
I think I screamed, the sound garbled around my mouthful. I couldn’t see, couldn’t taste, could only feel, driven past a point I hadn’t even known I had.
Jasper pulled me back, my mouth releasing him with a wet pop. I cried out as he hooked his hands beneath my arms and tugged me up, up, until my legs were around his waist. He twisted, slamming me against the cold wall again, and I undulated my hips, crying out for more.
“Dirty girl.” Bracing me against the wall, one hand started to pluck at my nipple with deliciously greedy strokes as the other drove beneath the thin fabric of my dress. Impatient fingers shoved past the soaking wet cotton of my bikini panties, slipping through my dripping lips and pushing inside.
“Shit!” He was using two fingers, or maybe it was three; either way his hand was huge, working me open with short, choppy thrusts. My arousal eased the path, but still, he was big and I was not, and it stung in a way that just excited me more.
My vision was blurred, but over Jasper’s shoulder, I could see the two men. One stood just inside the hallway, framed in the open door. He leaned against the wall in shadow, but I knew he was watching.
The other was in the light, someone I recognized. It was Jackson, and that made me even hotter. My stare flickered over him as I rode Jasper’s fingers, still feeling the other man’s tongue stroking across my neck.
The golden skin, the chestnut hair, and most of all the groans coming from his mouth as he jacked himself to my pleasure were gorgeous to me.
“Are they still watching?” Jasper gasped into my neck, his strokes coming hard and fast. His jeans had fallen down around his hips, and his erection rubbed against my inner thigh in an insistent rhythm.
“Yes,” I gasped, my hips rocking into the thrust of his fingers, craving more.
“Good. I want them to see me make you come.”
I shook my head. “Don’t worry about that. Just fuck me, please. Any way you want to.”
“What?” My words seemed to confuse him, enough that for a brief moment, his gaze cleared as he stared down at me. I looked away, even as I continued to rock against him.
It felt so good, and I was going to ride it as far as I could. But I knew my own body, and if my own fingers weren’t involved, that release wasn’t going to happen. And that was okay. I’d get off a dozen times later tonight, touching myself to the memory of this.
“Ah.” Understanding seemed to dawn. He smirked as he adjusted his hand, and I cried out when his thumb brushed over my clit. “Well, then, I guess I’m just going to have to make you.”
It wouldn’t happen. I knew it wouldn’t. But as his thumb stroked slow, insistent circles over my swollen clit at the same time that his fingers stretched the lushness inside of me, heat sparked deep in my core. I wondered, fleetingly, if this might actually be it, and then I didn’t have to wonder, because a tide started rising, pushing me higher and higher and then letting me fall.
My cries echoed off the empty walls of the hallway. When I opened my eyes, I saw Jackson, feet spread wide, fist pumping fast and slick until his groan mingled with my own. The man behind him was still in shadow, but I caught enough movement to know that he was rubbing the front of his tented pants, chasing his own pleasure at the sight of me.
And then Jasper was all I saw. Pulling his fingers from where I still clenched around them, he took himself in hand and started to pump at a furious pace. Dropping me an inch so that I was clinging to his shoulders for support, he pressed the crown of his erection to the softness of my belly and came. I felt his shudders, wetness lashing my skin three separate times, the briny scent of his release heavy in the air.
As his tremors ceased, he pressed his lips to my neck, tracing a damp trail across the column of my throat. I was covered with sweat, my muscles lax, and he moved his hands to cup my ass and hold me up.
Blindly, I looked down the hall. The farther man had gone. Jackson wiped his hand over the hem of his T-shirt then zipped himself back up. He nodded at me once, a grin splitting his lips before he turned away, and then he, too, was gone.
“They’re gone.” My voice was raspy, as though it had been torn to shreds and pieced back together again. That was kind of how I felt.
I’d never come with a partner before, and I’d never come that hard before, ever.
“Easy.” Gently, Jasper set me back down on my feet. The movement caught me off guard, and awkwardness intruded on my blissful haze.
I’d just come for the man who was supposed to be guarding my life. I’d had his cock in my mouth, and I liked it.
“I said you didn’t have to worry about me,” I blurted the first thing that popped into my head—anything to fill the silence.
He laughed then dipped his head. Backing me into the wall, he took my mouth with his, the kiss quickly moving from lazy to fire-alarm hot as his tongue found mine and we dueled for dominance.
I was gasping when he pulled back—he’d stolen my breath. He smirked down at me, and damn it if his arrogance wasn’t sexy as hell.
“Seems to me you’re happy I did worry.” Smugness dripped from his every word. I glared, but who was I to argue when I was still soaking wet from his touch?
“Now what?” With damp palms, I straightened the skirt of my dress, then shifted uncomfortably. My panties were soaked, likely stretched to hell.
I was surprised when, instead of some cocky remark, he trailed one finger over my cheekbone and across my jaw. Bending so he could reach my lips—God, but he was just big—he kissed me again, but this time the embrace was gentle.
Gentle until he grabbed me around the back and under my knees—I yelped with surprise as he scooped me off my feet again. “Now it’s time for round two.”
“You make a habit of manhandling me.” My pulse accelerated a bit as he cradled me against his chest. I didn’t really go in for romance—hearts and flowers and such—but I didn’t know a woman in existence who wouldn’t appreciate being cradled against a rock-hard chest like this.
He just grinned as he pushed through the door next to where he’d just gotten me off. God, that smile—it hinted at something more, at a person I wanted to get to know, never mind the sex.
I’d have to think about that later. Right now, I couldn’t think at all.
As I’d thought, the door led to the lobby of the motel. I buried my face against him as he strode across the small space—if anyone I knew was there, I didn’t want to deal with it until tomorrow.
He headed down the hall toward my room, and when he held his hand out for the key, I ran my tongue over my lips, silently repeating my question. Now what?
“I like to manhandle you. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me for it.”