Whether it was modesty that had been holding her back or fear of too much intensity, Jasper felt Rita抯 tether snap. And, fuck, did it ever snap. He抎 never felt a woman move like Rita, so fluid, like water running over smooth stones. The movements started in her shoulders and rolled down, through her back and over her hips, not even stopping when it reached her thighs. Oh, no. They moved, too, pushing apart and back together with the use of her knees. Jasper抯 lower body caged her against the mattress, but she might as well have had him caged, too, because he wasn抰 going anywhere. Couldn抰。
揓esus, the way you move your ass,?Jasper gritted out. 揧ou might as well be giving me a hand job right now, Rita, with those pretty white cheeks moving up and down on either side of my cock.?
揙h梠h my God. I梡lease.?
There was no help for him after that because Rita梥eeming to be encouraged by his filthy talk梠nly started to move faster, simulating sex as they bore down on the pleasure device. Up until her hips started to pump in obvious desperation, up until her moans started to crack and shatter, Jasper had managed to remain stationary, merely providing the downward pressure. Now, though, their hips began to move in tandem, their breaths breaking free in violent bursts.
揥e抮e fucking it together now, aren抰 we, beautiful? Grinding down, making it feel so damn good.?Jasper used his panting mouth to push her hair to one side, giving him access to lick up and down her neck, hips never ceasing their quickening thrusts. 揥ho抮e you going to think about every time you use this thing? Every time you抮e alone in your bed, lights off, panties down.?
揓asper,?she cried.
揑抦 going to know every time you use it,?he husked against her neck. 揑抣l know what you抮e doing, I抣l know what speed you have it on. I抣l know you抮e thinking of me pumping against your bare ass.?
God, the hand he held between her legs had grown so slippery. It would be so easy, so fucking easy, to unfasten his pants and finish her off from behind. She was the definition of ready. Begging for his thrusting cock. He might have broken down and followed through, too, if he hadn抰 felt Rita holding back. Just a little. Whether she was struggling against him or the pleasure, he didn抰 know. But it sure as hell wasn抰 working for him. He wanted everything from her. Wanted to overwhelm and satisfy her enough that she would need him again. And wasn抰 that root of it all?
Jasper moved the hand between her legs in a tight, circular pattern, making sure keep the vibrations on her clit. She shuddered beneath him梙ard梥aying his name like a reproof. Her legs writhed, restless beside his own. Almost have her. Come on, come on. Jasper took a fistful of Rita抯 hair, hauling her head back until they locked fevered eyes. There was an electric connection there. Something unexplainable that had Jasper releasing Rita抯 hair and sliding his hand around her throat, exulting in the whimper that took shape against his palm.
揑t抯 okay, Rita.?The more pressure he applied, the more she started to shake, moan. 揑 like my fucking a little rough and a lot dirty, too.?At the exact moment he squeezed Rita抯 throat, he bore down without mercy, grinding her lower body against the massager without any chance for escape, closing his eyes when she screamed. 揗y name is all over this orgasm, now I want it coming out of your mouth, too. Let me hear it.?
揓-Jasper.?
Lord, when she climaxed beneath him it was like riding a bucking mare. Her back arched, legs kicking out, arms reaching out for purchase. There was an answering need in Jasper to give Rita that anchor, so as soon as most brutal part of her orgasm passed, he turned her over. Suctioned their mouths together for a kiss that worked to stabilize not only Rita, but Jasper, too. Because, hell, he抎 never been more linked to another human being before, reading her, feeling her pleasure. While he hadn抰 found his own release梐nd, yeah, there was a motherfucker of a case of blue balls headed his way梙e felt協ulfilled, just having gotten Rita there.
Her fingers twined in his hair as they kissed, mouths moving in sensual rhythm, tongues easing in and out. Their heartbeats were audible everywhere. Between them, in his ears. The boom boom, boom boom made it impossible for Jasper to ignore the throbbing in his pants. If he didn抰 stop kissing her soon, they wouldn抰 be leaving the motel room tonight.
With ten gallons of reluctance, Jasper pulled away梐nd the absence of her mouth caused the first frisson of doubt to intrude since Rita had opened the door. 揧ou still want to go to dinner with me, right??
Rita sat up slowly and he did the same, both of them still breathing heavily. 揧eah. Yeah, of course I do, but厰
His heart dropped straight through the floor, probably even down into the basement. 揃ut what??
Her languid gaze slid over the fly of his jeans. 揇on抰 you need me??
As soon as Jasper抯 relief was done backhanding him in the face, the compulsion to reassure Rita took its place. When she said Don抰 you need me, he knew damn well she meant sexually梐nd there was no denying he did. Badly. But when he answered? Hell, Jasper didn抰 think he meant it the same way. 揧eah, beautiful. I do need you.?When Rita went still, Jasper forced a smile. Too much, asshole. Pull back. 揑 need you to get dressed, because I抦 starving.?
Jasper climbed off the bed and went to wait at the door, pretending not to notice Rita staring after him, her pretty face flushed, maybe even a touch disappointed that he hadn抰 taken the offer. That disappointment twisted a knife in his gut, but it was better than the alternative. Climbing back on the bed and delivering the only thing he抎 ever been good for, before finding out if maybe he could be good for more.
Chapter Seventeen
There weren抰 many things that could throw Rita for a loop. Working in restaurants梜itchens, specifically梥he抎 been subjected to all manner of drama, arguments, human quirks, and that one customer request that she spit in his soup. Culinary school alone, with its sabotaging and opportunism, had been a miniature version of the stainless-steel world she抎 lived in. Throw in television cameras梥uch as there抎 been on In the Heat of the Bite梐nd that behavior was only amplified.
But Rita understood the mechanics of that world. Be the best or get demoted. Be original or get panned by critics. Be be be. Although she抎 ultimately buckled under those pressures, she抎 lived inside of them semicomfortably for a long time. They were familiar. As was her self-imposed solitude.
Unfamiliar was now. Tonight. This drop-dead-gorgeous motherfucker of a man pouring wine for her across the table. Why? What did he want from her? Not sex. That had been made abundantly clear. In fact, her feminine pride felt like a few holes had been poked in it. And she hadn抰 even known she possessed any feminine pride. The women available to Jasper probably owned stock in that shit, spritzed it on like perfume. Meanwhile, she抎 sat there on the bed with her big mouth hanging open. Just the memory of him burning rubber toward the door made Rita want to face-plant in the bread basket.
Jasper was experienced. Which was an underexaggeration on par with 揋andhi was pretty chill.?When her dates made it into the 搈ight as well sleep together?zone梬hich was once in a blue moon梩here was a lot of awkward bra fumbling and trying to avoid eye contact. Jasper operated with the kind of sexual confidence she抎 never personally felt. Ever. She still couldn抰 quite get over what they抎 done together in the motel room梖ull-contact masturbation?!梬hile Jasper抯 current easy, good-old-boy demeanor suggested he抎 just come from yoga class.