Chapter 10
Jacob stood up, despite the boat still rocking, and made his way to one of the windows looking out, his grip tight on the sill to keep his balance.
He’d hoped that moving about would shake the memories of his marriage and the day he met her from his thoughts, but like a dam, it burst and he remembered the first time he had a taste of her in his car.
He had never lost control over himself with a woman, but his need to have her consumed him.
She was like a siren singing a sweet song, and he was her captive.
Once they began kissing, things moved quickly. “Sierra wait a minute.” He said against her mouth, and she moved hers down his cheek to his neck and she sank her teeth their and suckled. Marking her territory, he fleetingly thought.
He’d imagined what her sucking would do to his cock, and it almost broke through his pants. “God damn woman, what are you doing to me?” he had groaned, pressing his feet against the floor of the car.
The fog in his brain cleared enough at one point for Jacob to remind her about using a condom.
Sierra had slid her hands down his body, leaving a trail of heat before entering his pocket, the wallet was set nearby and was promptly forgotten when Sierra unclipped her dress and it fell like it fell softly down, exposing her flesh to his avid gaze that ran over every inch of her bare skin and pert breast, her brown nipples already hard and eager for him to lick and suck them.
The light from the headlights gave him a good view, even in the dim interior of the car. Her nipples were already hard and eager for him to lick and suck them. Her brown eyes looked dark in the car.
She’d lowered her mouth back to his and moved his hands to the bare breasts.
Her skin felt like velvet under his hands, her nipples brushing his palms; he wanted to taste them.
But the sweep of her tongue in his mouth distracted him.
Even knowing she was trouble, Jacob was turned on when a woman reveled in her power over a man.
Both breathed in each other’s moans as she sank into the kiss.
Her mouth traveled over his and her tongue seeking his out, sliding in and caressing back and forth against it.
He cupped the back of her head and then pushed his fingers into her curls, pulling on her hair, bending her head back for him to lick and suck his way down her neck, then her chest, and the treasure awaiting him eagerly.
He sucked her hard tip into his mouth, his tongue tracing the raised skin.
She brought her head to his ear and ran her tongue down the length of the shell.
The thought of her tongue doing that to his cock had him rock hard.
She suckled the cartilage and bit down, a sweet pain that left him groaning.
Jacob could feel her wetness and heat through his pants; he lowered his other hand, sliding it in between them and cupping her. He felt fresh liquid pour onto his fingers.
Did she just squirt? Damn me.
Her hand joined his and then pulled it back up; his fingers wet with her dew, she sucked them into her mouth, tasting herself, moaning her enjoyment.
Jacob almost came in his pants like a schoolboy.
His teeth clamped down on her nipple and he suckled it hard before releasing. Sitting back in the seat, he pushed his hip up tight against her, wanting to drive his cock home. “Damn, I want you so fucking bad.”
She smiled around his fingers and removed them from her mouth. She lowered her lips in front of his. “Then why don’t you show me?” She bit his lip and pulled on it. Her hand darted to the ridge in his pants; she cupped and caressed him through the material before raking her nails against his tip.
He shoved her hand aside and yanked open his zipper, pulling the top of his underwear aside and springing free.
He grabbed hold of the piece of floss she was wearing and with a hard tug, it came free.
She slid her heat and wetness across his skin and sank down on him in one go.
Her body stretched and accommodated him easily.
She braced one hand on the ceiling while leaning back.
He gripped her hip and part of her buttock tight in one hand, while his other laid on her shoulder, guiding her further down on his cock.
They moved their hips together in a slow grind, his staff hitting her clit and her squeezing him, making his balls draw tight.
Their gazes locked as they pleasured each other.
He lost all control when she tilted her head back and demanded huskily. “Fuck me harder.”
Both of his hands were now on her hips and ass as he thrust up and into her with quick, sharp moves.
She moaned and he moved a hand to her neck, pushing her slightly back so that she rested on the steering wheel; he took her hard and fast, the slapping sounds of their flesh and heavy breathing the only sounds in the vehicle.
The scent of sex was in the air; she gripped his shoulders tight, and then her hand was in his hair, pulling hard enough to cause some pain but not enough to yank it out.
He gripped her neck and hip hard, certain her skin would be marked with bruises; he would have loosened his strength but her dark eyes stared back at him with excitement and arousal. Encouraging his rough play.
She was a temptress and had him under her spell.
Her face was beaded with sweat, her lips were swollen and parted; her tongue peeked out as if she were concentrating.
Her hair stuck out at odd angles and her lipstick was gone, but the sight of her and how she looked as they fucked in the car, he would never have imagined in his wildest dreams. She matched him with the same desire and held nothing back.
She pulled hard on his hair again before moving them away; he grunted in protest before he felt his seat fall back.
Shifting further against him, Sierra grabbed his hands and placed them on either side of the seat, interlocking them.
She now took the lead, sliding up his cock and down harder, impaling herself to his hilt.
She was so wet and tight around him; every graze of her flesh against his, and he was almost ready to explode.
She leaned forward, her chest against his, and rubbed her nipples against his, their kiss just as hot and all-consuming.
Her sighs and moans were like music to his ears, and she clutched his hands hard when she finally let go.
The way she squeezed him tight as she came caused him to buck up, his butt cheeks clenching; he uttered a grunt when he felt his cock contract, and he released inside of her.
She collapsed on top of him, her chest against his and their stomachs touching each other from their harsh breathing.
Lifting her face, her curls wet and coiled around her forehead and neck, Sierra gave him a wicked grin.
Her eyes were still alight with passion.
She lifted herself slightly and he slid out of her.
Immediately she dipped her hand between them, taking up both their secretions and feeding her fingers into his mouth for him to taste, then into her own. That’s when he knew she was going to be a problem; it would not be the last time he saw her.