“I don’t understand,” she whispered, almost in tears. “Doesn’t it feel good, Sed? Don’t you like it?”
He hadn’t meant to upset her. “That was seven,” he told her, stroking her hair from her face. “You get ten before I get one.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m exhausted.”
“Then just lie there.”
“Where?”
“On the pool table.”
He used his fingers and mouth to drive her to her eighth orgasm as she writhed on the green felt of his pool table. He then led her out onto the balcony.
“Someone will see,” she protested as he pressed her naked body up against the railing.
“We’re on the top floor. No one can see us.”
He cuddled up against her back and entered her from behind. He suckled her neck and rubbed his hands over her perfect breasts, her flat belly, the flair of her hips. They watched the sun set into the ocean as they mated to the rhythm of the waves. It was twilight before she found release again.
“One more?” she whispered, obviously exhausted.
“Yeah. The hot tub should be nice and warm.” He was glad he’d thought to turn it on before she’d arrived.
They entered the huge tub and she climbed on his lap, facing him. His dick felt so abused at this point he wasn’t sure if he could come at all. She found energy somewhere and rose and fell over his lap, tightening around him, relaxing. He let himself feel it this time. Let the urgency build. No holding back. Well, a little.
“Are you close again, baby?” he asked, forcing his eyes open marginally.
She was utterly stunning, her skin wet and rosy, her breasts rising above and sinking below the water as she rode him. “Yeah. I’m gonna come again.” She bit her lip and twisted her hips. His entire cock throbbed from swollen head to parts unseen within his body.
“Good. Good. Oh.” Release caught him by surprise, his seed erupting from him like a raging volcano. It pumped into her body, the spasms intense, the pleasure incredible. He gasped, still spurting, still filling her body, still blinded by bliss. “Jessica. Oh God, Jessica.” He couldn’t breathe. Could only come and come and come. Even after his cum was spent, his muscles continued to contract at the base of his cock. He grabbed her ass and held her down, groaning in some abyss between ecstasy and agony. When it finally subsided, he took a deep breath and collapsed against the edge of the hot tub.
“Did you come again?” he asked her. He’d been too caught up in his own pleasure to pay attention to her reactions.
“Nine orgasms is plenty, Sed,” she murmured, cuddling against his chest.
He wrapped an arm around her loosely, drawing her closer. He draped his other arm over his eyes. “Well, next time then.”
“Yeah, next time.” Beneath the water, her fingers gently stroked the skin over his ribs. She kissed his collarbone. If she was half as exhausted as he was, she simply lacked the energy to find his mouth. They sat there for a long time, their bodies still intertwined in the roiling hot water, trying to regain their bearings.
“Did you miss me, baby? Is that why you called begging for a place to stay?” Sed murmured, his brain obviously not functioning.
Jessica stiffened, moved from his lap, and started to climb from the hot tub.
He opened his eyes to look at her. “Jess, where are you going?”
The look she gave him might just freeze the steaming water around him.
“I didn’t call begging for a place to stay,” she sputtered.
Her slick, wet skin begged for his touch as she hauled herself out of the hot tub and darted into the apartment through the open glass doors. He sighed loudly and forced himself to stand, water pouring from his body in torrents. He hadn’t meant it that way. Would he ever get this right with her? He honestly didn’t know how and it frustrated him to no end.
Sed stumbled his way back into the house. When he found her in the bedroom, she was already halfway dressed. Her clothes clung to her wet body, but she couldn’t seem to get away fast enough.
“Jess, don’t go. I didn’t mean you actually begged. It came out wrong. I’m glad you’re here.” He had to convince her to stay. Whatever it took. The was no way in hell he was letting her walk away from him twice in one day.
“I’m going to my mother’s.” She slipped into her sandals and slung her bag over her shoulder.
“You’d rather stay with sicko Ed than here with me?” He couldn’t believe she was willing to go anywhere near her perverted stepfather.
The blood drained from Jessica’s face and she covered her stomach with one hand. “Don’t do that to me,” she said. “Don’t make me feel trapped here.”
If that’s what it took, he’d do it. “Your mother is still married to the guy, isn’t she?”
Jessica nodded, her bag sliding from her shoulder to the crook of her elbow.
“I bet he climbs into your bed naked while you’re not there. Rubs his body between your sheets. Makes out with your pillow. Plays with himself while he thinks of you and comes all over your mattress.”
“Shut up!”
“Enjoy your family reunion.” He headed to the bathroom for a towel.
She followed him. “You’re such an asshole. You’ll do anything to get your way, won’t you?”
“I’m not sure why you’re leaving. I said I didn’t mean it that way. But go ahead. Leave.” He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she actually left. Groveling came to mind. So did physical restraint. “I’m sure I can find someone to keep me entertained until the band goes back on tour.” Lying worked okay sometimes, but he knew her reluctance to go home was his best bet. “And I know your mom and Ed will be happy to see you.”
Her bag dropped to the floor. She looked physically ill. “I’ll stay, but I’m sleeping in your guest room and as soon as Myrna pays me, I’ll have rent money for you.”
Heh, I win. “I don’t want your money, Jessica. If you insist on compensating me, just suck my cock twice a day,” he teased.
He reached for her, but she took a step back. She lifted an eyebrow at him, her nostrils flared. “Just when I start to think you’re not the biggest asshole on the planet, you go and ruin it by opening your mouth.”
Well, shit. Now what had he said wrong?
Chapter 25
Sed clasped Eric’s hand and clapped him on the back. “Did you bring it?”
“Yep.” Eric handed Sed a huge stack of guitar music. Music Brian had written while making love to Myrna. The sheer quantity was overwhelming. The quality? Perfection.
“Awesome,” Sed said. “I invited Jace, by the way.”
Eric rolled his eyes. “Why?”
“Uh, he’s our bassist.” Sed shifted the stack of music under one arm and stepped further into the condo, ushering Eric inside. “He’s already in the studio.”
“If he annoys me, you have to send him home. I can’t compose when I’m annoyed.”
“He won’t annoy you. Gush all over you? Maybe.”
Eric followed Sed to the spare bedroom he’d had converted into a studio. This would be the first time they’d had a chance to use it. “Got beer?” Eric asked.
“I always have beer.”
“And lyrics?”
“Some. I’ll show you what I have. We’ll probably need to add to them.”
“I brought a couple of ideas.” Eric fished a tiny wirebound notebook out of his inner vest pocket.
“We’ll take a look.”
Eric entered the studio, checking out the soundboard, recording equipment, and various instruments. They didn’t plan to actually record here, but if they ever decided to drop their record label, it was equipped for it. Eric sat in the chair across the square coffee table from Jace. “Hey, little man. Been keeping busy?”