McKenzie, Cooper - His Beck and Call Girl [Club Esoteria 6] (Siren Publishing Allure) (8 page)

“Is he good?” his deep voice rumbled softly as one hand stroked across her body and plucked at her wet, swollen nipples.

“Uh-huh,” Sinclair managed before Toby did something that sent her brain offline.

Jackson shifted her so that she rested against his chest and he could play with both breasts as he watched with her. “Let go, sunshine. You’re safe, baby. Let go and I’ll take care of everything,” he murmured in her ear.

Feeling like she’d run for hours, Sinclair began to pant as the orgasm gathered and demanded release. When Toby slid two fingers into her cunt, it exploded. She cried out as she grabbed Jackson’s arms, hoping his strength would keep her from completely flying away. She couldn’t fight the convulsions as her body fought for control.

Jackson continued to play with her tits as she murmured wordless praises. Toby lapped at the juices flowing from her as if they were nectar from the gods. All Sinclair could do was try to relax and enjoy.

The two men barely let her catch her breath before Jackson said something. He helped her roll to her side then snuggled in close behind her. Sinclair didn’t think she had the energy to hold her head, so she let them rearrange her as they would.

“Sunshine, would you like to suck Toby’s cock?”

“Mmmm, okay,” she murmured, opening her eyes and finding that the head of the offered cock was only inches from her lips. “But what about you?”

Jackson leaned down and brushed his mustache up and down the side of her neck and across her shoulder, sending shivers of renewed want through her. It didn’t matter that she’d already come more tonight with this man than she ever had in her life—her body wanted more.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m enjoying this as much as you are.”

“I doubt that. Oooo,” Sinclair snarked, then sucked a breath as he licked over a particularly sensitive spot.

Chapter 8

Jackson knew she didn’t believe him, but he spoke the truth. Seeing her pleasure filled his heart in a way he’d never felt before. Sure, his cock was hard and he couldn’t wait to join in the fun, but he also felt an intense contentment just sharing this experience with her.

What surprised him was he was also feeling a burning envy that Toby had seen his woman naked and was touching her. Though he’d masterminded this shared fantasy, all he really wanted was to kick the submissive man out of the room so they could be alone.
Soon
, he assured himself,
soon you’ll be alone and can tell her the truth.

* * * *

The need to please grew in Sinclair and she parted her lips and took Toby’s cock in her mouth. He wasn’t as long or thick as Jackson, but sucking and licking and tasting him still fulfilled her giver’s spirit. Especially when she heard him suck a breath as she took him deep and swallowed on his length.

She was too busy to fight when Toby wrapped his arms around her and rolled them so he was on his back and she lay on top of him. Anxious for a moment that she might hurt him by lying full weight upon him, Sinclair shifted her legs so she knelt above him on her knees and one hand. With her other hand she took possession of his scrotum and played with his plum-sized balls, eliciting a moan from the man beneath her.

Then Toby wrapped strong arms around her back as she continued sucking at him, feeling him. His hips began to thrust up in response to her ministrations. She smiled when she felt his ball-sack pull up and his movements grow erratic.

“Gonna come,” he cried out, just as the first jet of cum splashed across her tongue. She continued sucking and swallowing as he came, then cleaned him gently before just holding him in her mouth as she felt her own orgasm building once again.

Then Jackson moved in behind her and the thick, blunt head of his cock pressed for entrance.

A dark foreboding shoved away her growing need as memories flashed through her brain.

She’d only had sex when her ex-husband had been drunk and angry, wanting to punish her for something that only he understood. She’d never found pleasure when he forced her, which was but one of the things that had led to the end of their marriage. Half the time he’d miss her pussy and fuck her ass without any preparation.

She’d shared her dislike with Jackson once, glossing over the reason. Though he’d teased about doing this exact act, she’d never expected him to go through with it.

All at once she was very afraid.

“Jackson?” She heard the fear in her voice as she tried to pull away. But Toby held her tight around the waist as Jackson slid fully into her sheath until his belly pressed against her ass.

Then he leaned forward and kissed her back. “Shhh, sunshine, I’m right here. I want you to try it this way for a few minutes. If you don’t like it we can stop, okay?”

“Um, okay, I’ll try,” Sinclair said, as fear shivered through her.

As if he could read her mind, Jackson brushed his warm, hair-covered chest across her back and kissed his way across the top of her shoulder. Then she felt Toby’s arms slide away. A moment later, Jackson’s arms slid around her waist. In a move that impressed the hell out of her, he lifted them both so she sat in his lap as he knelt on the bed with his cock still deep inside her cunt.

“Toby, get out,” Jackson ordered as his hands brushed up her body to cup her tits.

“Yes, Sir,” the sub said as he rolled out from under her and off the bed.

Sinclair’s thoughts bounced between the horrors of the past and the hunger she felt in the present. Would Jackson use her, abuse her as her ex had? Until now he’d never pushed her too hard in any direction, never hurt her, and always seemed to have her pleasure foremost in his mind.
But, what if
… Her thoughts splintered when Jackson turned her head and kissed her gently.

She heard a soft whimpering, like someone was in pain, but didn’t realize it came from her lips until Jackson said, “Shhh, sweet sunshine. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Opening her eyes and looking over her shoulder, she stared into the deep blue of his. He’s telling the truth. He would never knowingly hurt her.

Shifting her hips, she looked at him, hoping he couldn’t read the fear in her eyes. “I know,” she whispered before turning away to look at the wall.

Leaning forward slightly, she began to slowly ride up and down the shaft that filled her cunt. As Jackson’s hands moved over her body from tits to belly to thighs and drove her arousal higher than before, she shoved back the horrors of the past. They had no place in this room, in this man’s arms.

“How you doing? You okay?” Jackson whispered as he nuzzled at her neck.

“Mmmm,” she replied, not sure how else to answer the question.

After all, Jackson was not responsible for those memories, the negative taint that certain sexual acts held for her. Wrapping her arms around Jackson’s back she pulled him with her as she leaned forward, ending up on her hands and knees.

“Fuck me into the mattress,” she purred.

Jackson stayed with her, his arms bracketing her body as he took over control of their coupling. His hips began to push harder and faster into her, and his chest brushed up and down her spine with each thrust.

Sinclair felt herself approaching the edge of sanity and moved even harder against Jackson with a low-throated growl unlike any sound she’d ever made before. She sucked a breath when a large, hot hand slid up the inside of her thigh.

“Cut loose, sunshine. Come for me,” he ordered gently as he began to press against her clit.

With the sliding pressure on the nerve-filled flesh as well as the long, thick cock filling her, Sinclair felt every ribbon holding her grounded and under control shred.

“Oh God, yes,” she screamed as she threw her head back to rest against Jackson’s shoulder.

Jackson nibbled his way from her shoulder up her neck to lick at her ear as his hips continued pistoning in and out at a faster and faster rate. “That’s right, baby, let it all out. Kick down those barriers. I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered in her ear. “Oh, oh, shit, I’m coming.”

She felt him grow impossibly thicker as he thrust even harder once, twice, and then a third time. He lifted his head from her neck and cried out his release as she felt his semen pulse into her cunt, adding to the wet and heat already there.

When their orgasms finally subsided, he wrapped one arm around her neck and the other around her waist and pulled her so that they fell sideways, his cock still deep in her, linking them.

“God that was incredible,” he growled in a voice soft and gentle. “Are you okay? No bad effects?”

“Mmmm, other than I’m a puddle of goo that you’re going to have to carry out of here? I’m terrific. Are you okay?”

“Oh, sunshine, if you only knew how okay I am.” He nuzzled her and snuggled her even closer into his embrace. “We’ll just rest here a few minutes until I can feel my legs again,” he said with a chuckle. “Then we’ll get dressed and I’ll take you home.”

“What about your job?”

“Taurus gave me the rest of the night off.”

“You won’t get in trouble, will you?”

“No, sunshine, I won’t get in trouble. Taurus was in my position not so very long ago.”

Sinclair frowned at his non-answer. “What position is that?”

“Needing to spend time with a woman.”

With that, Jackson eased his cock from her and rolled her over. He gathered her close and brushed random kisses over her hair as she rubbed her cheek against the silky hair of his chest.

She kissed his chest just above his right nipple and whispered, “I love you, Jackson Matthews.”

She didn’t know why she said it, but it was out there now. He knew how she felt.

* * * *

When Jackson heard the softly-whispered words, everything in him froze. Though he did not know what he would do without Sinclair in his life, he also didn’t want to examine his heart too closely. He’d been running for so long, keeping busy, and not getting involved with anyone except on the most superficial levels, he wasn’t sure he knew how to love anymore.

Not wanting to hurt her, but also not knowing how to respond to her words, he eased away and rose from the bed. It was time to take her home. On the way maybe he’d come up with a way to explain his hesitation at commitment to himself so he could then tell her. Grabbing his clothes, he stepped into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.

* * * *

Sinclair didn’t expect him to answer, but he surprised her by pulling his arms from around her and rolling from the bed. Without a look in her direction he picked up his clothes and boots. A moment later he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

Looking around, Sinclair reached for a small white towel that lay on the nightstand. After cleaning up, she crawled from the bed.

Problem was, her body wasn’t fully recovered from the sex. When she tried to stand, her legs buckled and she landed on her hands and knees. Half tempted to hide under the bed for the next six months or so, Sinclair forced herself instead to crawl to where her dress lay on the floor in a puddle. She pulled it on, feeling only slightly better once she’d brushed it down to cover her body as much as it could.

She tried to play back the evening but found that the evening’s intense experiences had melted her synapses as well as her bones and muscle. Instead she narrowed her focus to breathing deep and fighting back tears of disappointment.

“Sunshine, what are you doing on the floor?”

She took a deep breath, pushed down the hurt, lifted her face, and smiled. “You lived up to your word and melted me.”

Chapter 9

“Oh, sunshine, I didn’t mean to melt you completely, just relax you and make you smile,” Jackson said as he crossed and knelt beside her.

He looked into her eyes and saw the hurt. Knowing he’d caused it sent guilt washing through him. Sliding one arm under her knees and the other around her back, he lifted her to rest against his chest. “Rest, baby, I’ll take it from here.”

She tensed as he stood, but then relaxed once he was on his feet and steady. “I don’t know how you can walk, much less carry me,” she muttered into his neck.

He chuckled, but didn’t answer as he carried her out of the playroom. “Do you want to stop for a drink downstairs or just go home?” he asked before brushing a kiss into her hair.

“Home, if it’s okay with you,” she answered softly, then laid her head against his chest.

By the time he reached the main floor of the club, he could tell she had fallen asleep. He looked at Taurus behind the bar, and the other man frowned for a moment and said something to Jenna, who again sat across from him.

The little Domme turned, and as soon as she saw them, hopped off the barstool and headed in their direction at a quick march. Jackson didn’t stop walking, but did slow his stride until she reached his side.

“Is she okay?”

“Just tired. We relaxed her so much she couldn’t stand up. I’m going to take her home and tuck her into bed. Do you want me to come back?”

“No, you focus on taking care of your lady. That is, after all, a master’s first responsibility,” she said as she opened the door into the front lobby.