Chapter 23

23

J en

The door clicks shut. We’re glaring at each other. It feels like dark clouds have descended all around us. Steel has never been this level of brooding before. He looks pissed, like he wants to break or kill something. He’s been such a jerk; it’s not even funny.

I don’t get it.

Why?

I don’t understand where this is coming from. What the hell is wrong with him? Then it hits me, and I have to hold back a giggle.

Holy shit! Holy freaking crap!

Steel is jealous. He’s jealous! No, surely not? I must have it wrong and yet, it’s the only explanation that fits. Here I am, wrestling with my emotions and all the while thinking that Steel has it together. That he is cool, calm and collected, when he isn’t. He might even be worse than I am about what is happening between us.

It makes me happy – ecstatic, really – to know that I’m not alone. He feels it, too. He feels it!

I fold my arms. “And what was that earlier about the kiss?”

He frowns. “What about it?”

He knows exactly what I’m talking about. “You said that kissing was not permitted by order of the general. That isn’t true.”

“I thought you didn’t want any of the candidates pawing you. I was protecting you. I mean, unless you wanted to kiss him. Did you want to kiss Logan? Was I out of line?”

“Yes, you were out of line. Completely out of line.”

“I could take you back there if you want to kiss that asshole so badly.” He points at the door using his thumb.

“When it comes to decisions about what I want to do with my body, I can make them myself, thank you very much.”

“Fine,” he growls, his voice low and deep. His eyes are darker than they’ve ever been. “I’ll take you back. You can fuck him, for all I care.” Steel’s whole body bristles. Every muscle is hard and pumped.

He’s jealous, alright.

Steel walks over to the door and starts to open it. “I’ll take you back. You can—”

I shove the door closed, and it bangs shut. “I don’t want to—”

Steel turns, putting his chest to my chest. I instantly feel hot all over. My breath hitches. I swallow thickly. “That’s not what I want.”

“What do you want, Jen? Tell me.”

“Things I can’t have. Things…” I shake my head. “ We can’t have. We can’t!” I start to backpedal but Steel matches me step for step.

Using one big hand, he clasps my waist. In the next instant, his lips come crashing down on mine. We kiss. It’s searing. I’m burning up. Then he lifts me, and my legs hook around him.

I’m kissing him back like I might just die if I stop. The kiss is hot and heavy from the word go, matching how I feel inside. I thread my fingers through his hair. I mewl into his mouth. I ride him right through his clothes, rubbing myself against him shamelessly.

My back hits the mattress. His mattress. I didn’t even know he was walking. I was too lost in what we were doing. He grinds himself against me; my legs are still circled around his waist.

“Yes,” I moan.

He yanks my dress up, and there is tearing. Lots of tearing. I don’t care. Not right now.

There’s more ripping, and my panties are gone.

“Tell me to stop,” he says in a low growl that has my insides going to mush. “Do it now.”

“I can’t. I want you. Please…Steel…please.” I’m not above begging. Maybe this is just what we need. It’ll just be sex, nothing more. We’ll fuck like rabbits, and then we’ll move on.

Just sex. We can keep this strictly about the act. No emotions. No baggage. I know we can.

Then his hand is between my legs. “So wet for me,” he chokes out as his finger slides inside me. That wicked thumb is on my clit, rubbing me softly. Driving me nuts from the get-go.

I moan. Holy shit, I’ve gone from zero to a hundred in half a second flat.

He thrusts his finger in and out of me a few times, finding my G-spot immediately. He’s good; so good, it’s scary. I groan deeply.

Then he adds a second finger, and I groan harder, my back bowing.

“Tight as fuck,” he adds; his voice is filled with awe.

He kisses me again. I can’t get enough. I’m rocking against his hand, wanting more, wanting all of it. If he gets me off and walks away, I might just kill him. There will be a death. It’ll happen.

I groan deeper when he picks up the pace. Just as I’m about to let go, he stops. Stops! What the hell!?

“We can stop here.” He’s panting. “We don’t have to—”

“We do have to! We are doing this, dammit. We’re not friends. Nothing will change.” I sound desperate. I’ve never been this desperate, needy, on edge. I feel wound up tight.

Steel looks down at me; he rubs on my clit a few times, and I squeeze my eyes closed. “I need more…more.”

“Do you want my cock, Jen?”

I feel something leak out of me when he says those words. He’s right, I’m wet. How am I this wet? How am I this turned on?

I go up onto my elbows so that I can look him in the eye. “Yes, I want your cock. I want to feel you everywhere. I want to feel you between my legs tomorrow and maybe even the next day. Now get busy, big boy, or I’m going to hurt you.”

He chokes out a surprised laugh. “Okay, then.” Steel nods once. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” He pulls my legs up his body, then his finger is back between my thighs, just the very tip and ever so gently on my clit. He moves in easy circles, driving me insane.

Using one hand, he sits up and opens his pants, pulling down the zipper and freeing his cock. I’m not sure what happened to his jacket, but he’s still wearing his shirt and tie. I don’t care. I want him inside me; the sooner, the better. Naked is overrated. Hot, frantic sex is not, and that’s what this is.

His hair is a little mussed. His eyes are dark. There’s no denying that Steel is incredibly sexy. His pants slide halfway down his thighs; even that is sexy. His cock juts from his body while his shirt pulls tight across his broad shoulders and chest.

He lifts my legs up, putting them together and straight up in the air. Say what? This is new. He hugs them to his body. His thumb stays on my clit, rubbing ever so softly. Keeping me right there but not letting me go over the edge.

I’m still wearing my heels. My dress is ruined. It’s a torn mess. My bra is a white lacy number that doesn’t do much to conceal my breasts. My nipples look like they are trying to poke holes through the fabric. I’m naked from the waist down.

“So fucking sexy,” Steel growls as he puts his cock at the entrance to my pussy. “Are you ready for me?” he says as he teases me with just the tip of his erection.

“Yes.” It comes out sounding like an urgent plea. “Please.” I’ve never wanted to come so badly. More wet leaks out of me in a trickle.

His grip on my legs tightens, and he slowly pushes forward, entering me inch by solid inch. I moan as I feel the thickness of him stretching me open, filling me completely. I gasp at both the sting of being so full and the pleasure of how good he feels inside me.

As he fully sheaths himself deep inside me, Steel groans my name, his hands trembling against my thighs.

“Fuuuuck! You feel so goddamn good.” Steel’s voice is thick with desire and need. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts into me again.

My eyes are squeezed tightly shut. I groan. So full. So good.

Steel repeats the motion, setting a steady rhythm. His thrusts are punchy and deep. Despite my bra, my breasts jerk. My mouth falls open as my moans turn to cries.

Our bodies slap together with each thrust. Wet noises fill the room. I should be a little embarrassed, but I’m not; I find that I don’t care one iota. It feels too good to care about anything other than the sex. He thrusts again and again, each time hitting that sweet spot deep inside me. I’m making obscene noises. I sound like I’m dying. I still don’t care about anything but this, about him.

He holds my legs tighter. I catch a glimpse of his face; his eyes are closed, his jaw is tight. I see pleasure loosen his features just a touch. He keeps thrusting, making these grunting noises. He’s beautiful. So gorgeous. He takes my breath away.

At first, my orgasm is slow to build. My insides are warming, my belly is tightening, my pussy is fluttering… Then it hits me all at once, causing my back to bow and my mouth to open in an “O.” Everything seizes, and then lets go in a rush. I groan deeply and then yell his name as pleasure courses through me in a rush.

I grab at the bedding below me. I writhe, I yell. I feel… I feel so much as he continues to thrust, grunting hard with each stroke.

I’m finally coming down, but Steel isn’t done with me. He fucks me, going slower and slower, drawing out my pleasure until he finally stops. Although I had the biggest orgasm of my life, I don’t think he’s finished. He pulls out and opens my legs.

I’m embarrassed when they flop open. I’m breathing heavily. I can’t seem to catch my breath.

I watch as he starts to undress. He pulls on the knot of his tie, yanking it over his head. Then he unbuttons his shirt, pulling it from his body one sleeve at a time.

His ink stands out on his skin. His muscles are pumped. His cock is still hard and thick. I watch in awe as pre-cum leaks from the tip. I lick my lips.

He throws me a sexy half-smile that is tight. “Like what you see, Miss Harris?”

How are those words sexy? And dirty? So dirty.

I nod. “Yes.” It’s throaty from all of my yelling.

His gaze drifts to my pussy. “Me, too.” Then he leans in and licks me there…right between my legs.

It’s so unexpected that I cry out, grabbing the back of his head. I thrust against his face like my orgasm of a few moments ago never even happened.

“Greedy.” Steel chuckles softly against me before sucking on my clit. “That’s good. I like greedy.”

I groan so hard I think I strain my vocal cords. Then I’m rocking against his face. I can’t stop.

Another orgasm is already building inside me. I’ve never come twice in a row. In fact, I don’t always even come once. Not that I’ve had sex in the longest time. My ex tried really hard in bed, but he didn’t have much experience. Steel is either a natural, or he does this a lot. I’m hoping it’s the former.

His mouth is insistent. His fingers, too. Steel knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You taste so good,” he says against me. How do I find that sexy? How? It is, though. Surely not. He can’t actually like the way I taste. The greedy sounds he makes as he slurps me up say otherwise.

I moan, my hands fisting in his hair as he drives me closer and closer to the edge. I never knew I could feel this much pleasure, this much need.

I need to come like I need my next breath.

Steel’s hand travels up and down my thigh, squeezing gently. His fingers are deep inside me, zeroing in on my G-spot. Each touch sends an electric current of pleasure coursing through me. He knows exactly where to touch, exactly how to touch me to take me there. It’s happening quickly. I’m gripping his head with both my hands and riding his face. I can’t stop. Just like I can’t stop the gasping cries that are pulled from my throat.

“I’m going to come again.” I sound shocked because I can’t believe it.

Steel chuckles softly against me, his breath on my skin. “Do it. Let go for me, Jen.” He suckles my clit, and my back bows.

I yell his name as my orgasm rocks through me. My eyes are on the white ceiling. I’m thrusting against him. My whole body is wracked by spasms. My throat hurts from all the yelling.

My orgasm drags on and on. It feels like I might snap in two. By the time it lets me go and Steel eases off, I’m a sweaty, quivering mess and he hasn’t even come yet.

I can’t catch my breath. Holy shit. “Um…wow…” I push out. My whole body feels shaky. “That was…it…it was…so good.” I pull in a few more hard breaths. “Just so you…um…know…I’m taking a contraceptive. I can’t get pregnant.” I’m worried he might be holding back because he doesn’t have a condom.

He nods once to acknowledge what I just said. “Take off your clothes, Jen,” he tells me while he stands, pulling down his pants. His erection somehow looks bigger. It looks angry…if that’s possible. “I want to see all of you.”

Good. We’re not done just yet. I’m glad; I want to see him get off. I want it so badly.

“This is ruined,” I say as I yank off what’s left of the dress.

“You have more.” He shrugs. He stands there at the foot of the bed, looking angry. Even his hands are fisted at his sides. His whole body bristles.

I swallow, licking my lips. “Are we having sex again?”

He nods. “Yes, and you’re going to come again.”

“I don’t think I can,” I say as I unclasp my bra, letting it drop down, freeing my breasts.

His eyes stay on mine for a few long moments before dropping to my chest. “I think you can.” Then he’s kneeling on the bed, the mattress dipping. “Get onto your knees, Jen.”

“You’re bossy during sex. Actually, you’re bossy, full stop.”

“Less talking or I’ll gag you with my cock.”

Wet trickles down both my thighs. I like the idea of that. I love his dirty mouth. I like how bossy he is, even if I will never admit to it. I get onto my knees.

“You have a great ass,” he says as he palms both my cheeks in his big hands. “Your pussy is also a thing of beauty. You take me so well,” he says with reverence.

I’m not expecting the slap. It’s hard enough to sting but not so hard to actually hurt too much. I yelp. I yelp again when he slaps the other cheek. Then he palms my ass again, his hands covering the burn. His fingers slipping and sliding over my sensitive spots.

“If I wasn’t so desperate for you, I’d spank you until you were pink and hot. Until your pussy was dripping for me.”

“I am already dripping for you.” My voice is choked. I don’t recognize myself. Who is this person arching her back, widening her legs? I push out my sex in the hope that he’ll fill it. I need to be filled. I need to come again.

“Let’s see if we can make you wetter.” He puts his finger on my clit, and he rubs. Then he enters me in one hard thrust that has me yelling. My fingers dig into the comforter. My eyes widen. The air seizes in my lungs. Steel starts fucking me using hard strokes. I have to brace myself on the mattress. His one hand grips my hip while the other continues to toy with my clit.

His balls slap against me. His grunts fill the room. At first, I’m silent, then I’m yelling with every hard stroke.

Holy shit!

Just like that, I’m well on my way to my next orgasm. My breasts jerk. His hips hit my ass. His finger. That finger. It stays there, rubbing against my sensitive nub; not too hard and not too soft. There’s tightening and coiling in my lower belly. My pussy flutters as my mouth drops open. Then I’m letting go on a hard wail. He keeps his finger on my clit, rubbing…rubbing…rubbing. His cock pistons in and out of me. Wet runs down my legs as I come hard and for a third time. I come and come and come.

Then Steel pulls out on a hard groan. He pushes me down on the bed.

I look back, breathing so hard I might just pop a lung. He has his cock fisted in one hand. He pumps it in and out, his features contorted in pleasure. He groans deeply as the first ropes of come leave him, landing on my back. His jaw is tight: it goes a little slack, his eyes turning hazy. He’s beautiful when he comes. I only wish he were inside me.

He keeps pumping his cock, his hips thrusting. His body crunches over the middle as a deep groan leaves him as more come squirts from him, splattering all over me. I don’t care. I’m glad he is getting something out of this. So far, it feels like I’m the overall winner here. His movements turn smooth, slowing down. His eyes open, his chest heaves. He keeps palming his cock from root to tip, wringing out the last of his pleasure shamelessly as I watch. His eyes are on mine, and although he isn’t inside me, it feels oddly intimate.

He lets himself go, his chest expanding and contracting in quick succession. “I’m sorry,” he says, looking at my back. “I made a mess.”

“I’m not sorry. Although, I wish you could have come inside me.”

He groans, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, like he likes that idea altogether too much. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Don’t move.” He stands. I keep my eyes on his meaty ass until he disappears. Then I smile. I think if I tried to walk right now, I would fall on my face. Also, I can already tell that I will indeed feel him deep between my legs tomorrow.

I want him again. It’s a pity I can’t have him. We can’t do that again. I liked it too much. Actually, I’d go so far as to say that I loved it. I loved having sex with Steel, which is a huge-ass problem.