CHAPTER 16 JOLENE

Of course I want it. Of course I want him.

But that doesn't make any of this easier.

I don't want to just have sex in this hotel room and then return to Las Vegas as if nothing happened.

Something big is about to happen, and I'm pretty sure I hate him as much as I love him.

It's not just the hate between our families. It's the fact that he's already hurt me once, and I'm terrified to give him the power to do it again.

So if I pretend like I'm not in love with him…maybe that'll make it easier.

If I allow the hate to rule us, then it won't matter if we give in this one time.

"Tell me to fuck you," he demands.

Good Lord, he's hot when he gets all dominating on me.

I don't say a word, and his lips drop to my neck as he continues driving his hips against me.

I've felt him inside me before, but it was one time decades ago. It was our first time. We were less focused on how it felt and more focused on the mechanics of how it all worked.

I'm not leaving this room without feeling him again…without focusing on how it feels this time. Without seeing what moves he's picked up over time even if the mere thought of him with someone else sends me into a fit of rage.

Maybe sort of like he felt when I walked out of the stadium with another man today.

His mouth crashes down to mine. He kisses me aggressively, his tongue shoving into my mouth and battering against mine with urgency as his hips continue to push against mine. His cock is hard for me, and each time he pushes against me, I feel him against my clit.

He's sending me into a frenzy of need and want, and I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer.

I don't want to.

I kiss him back, matching his need with my own urgency, and I moan into him when his hand drops down to cup my breast.

I unlink my legs from around him and push his chest hard to get him to back up, and I pull my dress over my head and drop it beside me.

A tiny voice flits into my subconscious reminding me that I have curves that weren't there the last time he saw me naked. It's been a while since I've had sex, if I'm being honest, and even longer since I've had sex with lights on.

But somehow, knowing how much he wants me…none of that seems to matter right now.

He said we'll talk later.

Right now is the sex. Words will come later…after we come. Hopefully.

He told me to tell him to fuck me, and taking my dress off is my way of saying it. I'm not going to beg.

I could always hop in the shower and take care of myself the way he did just this morning.

The second my dress drops to the floor, he's lifting me off the desk and into his arms. He turns and tosses me on the bed before he stares down at me in my black bra and panty set. He slowly loosens his tie, and I'm hit with the fact that this man spoke in front of a stadium with over fifty thousand people in attendance today. He's the head coach of an NFL team.

He was my first love.

And he's looking at me like I'm the only thing that exists in his entire universe right now.

He starts the slow process of unbuttoning his dress shirt one button at a time, and I sit up. I bat his hand away and finish the job, and I slide the shirt open to reveal the hot six pack of abs that I first laid eyes on just this morning.

I run my fingertips along the ridges, and when I glance up at him, his eyes are closed as he tips his head back, his neck corded. I stand and run my hands along his torso until I'm up to where his shirt still hangs on him, and I push it down his arms to help him out of it.

I unbuckle his belt as he unbuttons the cuffs and his shirt drops to the floor, and before I unbutton his pants, I run my hand along the outside of his pants, grabbing his cock in my fist as I turn to look up at him.

His eyes are dark and hooded with lust as they meet mine. He clenches his jaw and it works back and forth a little.

And then he sweeps me up and tosses me back on the bed. "I didn't give you permission to stand."

"And yet I did it anyway since I don't need some man to tell me what I can or can't do."

"You certainly don't, do you?" He gazes down at me with admiration for a beat, and the way he's looking at me nearly makes me preen. "But tonight, here and now between the two of us, you beg for it."

"Fat chance, asshole."

He lets out a wicked little laugh. "We'll see."

He unbuttons his pants and steps out of them. He's standing in front of me in his boxer briefs.

I'm waiting for him to remove those things when he climbs on top of the bed and hovers over me. I lay back because it feels like the natural thing to do, and he thrusts his hips to mine.

It's big and hard and God do I want it even more than I did a few seconds ago. I can feel his cock nearly pushing into me through the thin fabric of his briefs and the thin fabric of my panties, and my eyes roll back at the mere suggestion of it.

He stops moving so his hard cock stays pressed right against my begging, greedy pussy. There's no friction yet, and I fist a handful of the comforter in each hand to keep myself from reaching out for him. His lips hover over mine for a beat before they drop down, and this kiss is frenzied and rough even though the rest of his body isn't moving.

I push my hips against his, desperate for him to move, to give me what I need as an ache pulses inside me, but he remains still.

He's trying to get into my head, and with the unpredictability of it all, he's succeeding.

Eventually he moves his hips, and he trails his lips down my neck and into my cleavage. He pulls aside my bra and sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it forms into a peak.

"Fuck, that's sweet," he murmurs against my skin.

I reach a hand between us and into his boxer briefs, and I grab his cock into my fist.

I don't start jerking him off yet, though. Instead, if he's going to still against my pussy, I'm going to still with his cock in my hand.

Two can play that game.

He reaches down between my legs and feels how damp my panties are.

"Your cunt is certainly begging for it," he says, his voice low and raspy and sexy as fuck. "Now you beg me for it."

"Never." I glare at him.

"Never is a pretty long time, Jo." He's grunting out the words, and I know I've got him where I want him. He wants this. He wants me.

Now the question is what I do with this since that frenzy of need is pulsing through me.

I'm not strong enough to take us both to the edge without allowing us both to tip over it.

He pulls my hand out of his boxer briefs and guides it up until it's over my head, and he holds it there as he moves in so his dick is up against my pussy again. He thrusts a few times before he moves his thumb down to press it against my clit, rubbing back and forth through my panties and teasing me while the ache inside me continues to grow.

He stops. "Beg me."

"Not a chance," I snarl.

He pulls up off me, and before I know what's happening, he yanks at my panties, and they tear right from my body.

Not once in my entire life has a man actually ripped the panties from my body, and it is most definitely the single hottest moment of my life.

He wastes no time. His mouth lands on my pussy before my brain registers what's happening. His hands push on my thighs to give himself more room, and his tongue explores the flesh of my pussy. He dips it into my entrance before moving it up to flick against my clit, and my entire body quivers at each flick of his tongue.

He's got me right where he wants me, and he knows it. The bastard.

He adds a finger into my entrance as he sucks on my clit, and I feel the hot heat of an orgasm building.

I'm close. So damn close.

He adds another finger and pumps the two in and out of me, his tongue doing something magical on my clit like I've never felt before.

I'm right there at the edge.

I need this release like I need to breathe.

I let out some sound between a moan and a cry as I feel the edges start to creep in on me, and that's when it all stops.

His fingers. His mouth.

It all stops.

"What the fuck?" I practically scream at him.

He sits up and smirks again as he narrows his eyes. "Beg for it."

"I fucking hate you." I reach down to finish the job myself, drunk with need, but he bats my hand away.

"That's my orgasm," he says casually. "You don't get to have it without me."

"Fuck you," I practically spit at him.

"I will when you beg me for it." He smiles down at me as he traces a finger around my breast, avoiding brushing my nipples in the process.

"No!" I practically scream at him, but the truth is I can't take it anymore.

I need this release. He knows it, too.

I surge forward with all my might, knocking him back onto his ass on the bed, and I take the moment of surprise to shove forward so I'm straddling his waist. He shoves his cock up toward me, and I need to get him out of those boxer briefs.

Instead, I reach between us and pull his cock out. I tug at it a few times, and then I line up my entrance with it and sit down on top him until I feel him sliding into me.

It's glorious. A sense of relief filters through me that soon the ache will subside, but this feeling right here, right now, of him being back inside is a strange sense of belonging, like I'm home again where I'm meant to be after far too long away.

It can't just be tonight. It can't be.

It's too powerful. Too much.

"Oh fuck, yes," he mutters as I slowly start to slide myself up and down.

He reaches to grab my hips, shifting us so he's guiding my body up and down his shaft harder and faster.

I link my arms around his neck, and he leans down a little awkwardly to bury his face between my breasts as he continues to top from the bottom.

I pull his face into my chest, and he peppers me with kisses. I squeeze tightly to him while my body does what it was made to do over his.

He keeps moving us faster and closer, and the full feeling of it is too much. The climax I've been chasing looms ahead of me as I ride him and our bodies rock together. It's so close I can practically taste it.

And that's when he stops again. He stills inside me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I practically screech at him.

"Beg," he demands, his face still buried in my chest.

"No!" I push off him, but he's still buried deep. I feel his cock twitch again, and it's nearly enough to tip me over the edge. "You beg me for it," I challenge.

His cock twitches again as he pulls back to look up at me.

Something passes between the two of us in that moment.

It's hot and intimate, and it's already addictive. I know I won't be able to let this go with just this one time.

If I thought it was good all those years ago when we took each other's virginity, it's got absolutely nothing on this.

Fuck, this is good. It's hot and sexy, it's erotic and carnal. It's two souls connecting despite the bitter fight we're both unsure whether we need to keep up.

"Come on, baby. Give it to me," he pants.

Part of me wants to resist. For one, I don't want it to end. For another thing, I don't want to give it to him just because he's asking for it.

But the other part of me needs this—needs him. I need the intimacy of a shared orgasm. Give it to me is good enough for me.

The ache throbs inside me, and it's too much. "Please," I whimper. "Please let me come."

His eyes light up with desire, and he starts to move again.

But this time he really moves, and he holds on tight to me as he pushes me right into an intense orgasm.

"Oh God…yes! Yes! Yes!" I moan as my body finally gives way to the intensity between us. My body convulses with each wave of pleasure that surges through me, my pussy clenching onto his cock over and over again as the overwhelming bliss steps in and takes me down from the high.

He gnashes his teeth and grunts as he continues to pump into me, and he stiffens a beat before he guides me so I'm lying on my back. He pulls out of me as his own peak hits him, and he finishes the job by hand to the sweet sound of his groans as the jets of his come stream down onto my stomach. He fists his dick and runs the head of it through the come on my skin. Something about it is so erotic and forbidden as he marks me as his, and it only adds to the sensations and feelings surrounding us.

I'm so fucked.

I'm ruined for anybody else after one night with Lincoln Nash.