Rock Hard
Page 19
“Leave it.”
“It will just take me a second to clean it up.”
“I’ll go kick Eric out of the bedroom.”
She shook her head. “That’s not necessary. Go grab a blanket and spread it over the sofa. I’ve got something for you.”
There wasn’t much privacy in the living room area. Someone could enter the bus at any moment, but maybe that’s what she wanted. Fine with him.
While Jessica cleaned up her mess, Sed yanked the blankets from his bunk and spread them over the sofa.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to kick Eric out of the bedroom?” Sed asked.
“I’m sure.”
She approached him slowly, looking deeply into his eyes. When she paused before him, he reached for her, but she placed a hand on his chest and shook her head at him. “No touching the dancer.”
“Huh?”
She pushed his shorts down over his hips, drawing them down his legs as she squatted in front of him. He lifted one foot and then the other. She tossed his shorts aside, leaving him completely naked. She ran her hands up his thighs, hips, belly, and chest as she stood again. Craving her attention, his c**k twitched.
“Have a seat,” she said breathlessly.
He sat on the sofa and reached to pull her down to join him.
She took a step backward. “No touching the dancer.”
“Jess—”
“Shh.”
He dropped his hands and watched her walk over to the stereo system. After some fumbling, she turned it on and a song from Sinners’ latest CD came from the speakers.
“This is my favorite band.” Jessica smiled at him over her shoulder. “The lead singer is gorgeous. Listen to that voice. Mmmmm.” She rolled her eyes with undisguised delight.
“I hear he’s hung like a horse.”
Jessica’s gaze dropped to his jutting c**k and she licked her lips. “Horses are jealous.”
He laughed.
His smile faded when her hips started to sway to the music.
She ran her hands over the luscious curve of her ass and bent forward, her long strawberry blonde hair brushing the floor in front of her. She rocked her hips back and forth, and though she was still clothed, he couldn’t draw his attention from the sweet spot between her thighs. She stood, flipping her glorious hair over her back as she ground her hips and squatted down to the floor before standing again. She turned to face him, still gyrating her hips. Her hands moved to the fly of her pants.
She unfastened the button and inched the zipper down, dancing for him seductively. Her hands ran up her sides, revealing the skin of her flat belly as she eased her shirt upward.
“Take it off,” he murmured.
“Take what off?”
“I want to see your tits.”
She pushed her shirt higher, teasing him with the vision of the under curves of her full br**sts. She turned around, revealing an expanse of her sexy lower back, and peeled her shirt off over her head. He loved the way her thick, wavy hair brushed over the skin of her back as she continued to sway her hips. He imagined his fingers tangled in those silky, flowing locks, pulling her head back so he could suck on her collarbone, her throat, her jaw, her ear, her…
She tossed her shirt at him. It hit him in the chest and slid down to cover his lap. She turned to face him, her hands cupping her naked br**sts. Her pink ni**les protruded from between her fingers. He wanted to draw his tongue over them. Make them hard like he was hard. Draw shudders from her body. Deep sighs from her throat.
She danced closer. He reached for her and she paused.
“No touching the dancer.”
“This is torture, Jessica.”
She pouted. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I do like it. I like it too much. It’s driving me crazy.”
She smiled. “I’m not finished yet.”
She pulled her shirt from his lap. When the fabric brushed over his most sensitive flesh, he drew a sharp breath through his teeth. She stood on the sofa, one foot on either side of his hips and squatted in front of him so his face was between her br**sts. He turned his head and tugged her nipple into his mouth, sucking it rapidly to a hardened point. She gasped and jerked away.
“No touching the—”
“You didn’t say anything about sucking on the dancer,” he murmured, and tugged her nipple back into his mouth. She cupped his face and shifted his mouth to her other breast.
“Why can’t you behave?” she whispered, shuddering as his tongue flicked over her pebbled flesh.
He leaned back and looked up at her. “Do you want me to behave?”
She chuckled. “Not really.”
She pulled away and turned to face the other direction, rubbing her ass and the rough fabric of her jeans over his engorged cock. He grabbed her hips, but she slapped his hands away and moved off the couch again.
While she danced in front of him, she stroked her ni**les in hypnotic circles, making them even more erect.
Sed gripped the blanket to keep himself from jumping her. God, he wanted her. Desperately. Had never wanted anything more.
She slid one hand down her belly and into the open fly of her pants. Her hand disappeared into her jeans and her head fell back in ecstasy. She stroked herself for a moment, pushed her hand deeper, groaned and then pulled her hand from her pants. She slid her slick fingers into her mouth.
Sed grabbed his dick. He couldn’t take much more of this.
Jessica pushed her pants down her hips, revealing the narrow strip of pubic hair that directed his attention to the juncture of her thighs. She turned, facing the opposite wall, and bent forward as she slid her jeans down her legs.
He groaned as she revealed the secrets between her thighs. She kicked her jeans aside and parted the swollen flesh between her thighs.
“I’m wet for you, Sed. Can you see it?”
“Yeah, I see it. I want to taste it.”
A finger disappeared inside her velvety flesh. She plunged it into her body once, twice, and then pulled it free. His entire body jerked.
She moved toward him and slid her finger to his mouth. A hint of her taste teased his tongue.
“How’s that?” She watched him with her lips parted as he sucked at her finger.
“Not nearly enough.”
She climbed onto the couch with him again, and put a foot on the back of the sofa near his shoulder. The scent of her excitement drove him crazy. He had to thrust into her. Had to. He would die if he didn’t possess her soon.
Jessica gyrated her hips in his face, and he grabbed her ass, holding her so he could lap at her juices hungrily. Her hips stilled. Panting, she held onto his head, her fingertips digging into his scalp. Her thighs began to tremble.
“It will just take me a second to clean it up.”
“I’ll go kick Eric out of the bedroom.”
She shook her head. “That’s not necessary. Go grab a blanket and spread it over the sofa. I’ve got something for you.”
There wasn’t much privacy in the living room area. Someone could enter the bus at any moment, but maybe that’s what she wanted. Fine with him.
While Jessica cleaned up her mess, Sed yanked the blankets from his bunk and spread them over the sofa.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to kick Eric out of the bedroom?” Sed asked.
“I’m sure.”
She approached him slowly, looking deeply into his eyes. When she paused before him, he reached for her, but she placed a hand on his chest and shook her head at him. “No touching the dancer.”
“Huh?”
She pushed his shorts down over his hips, drawing them down his legs as she squatted in front of him. He lifted one foot and then the other. She tossed his shorts aside, leaving him completely naked. She ran her hands up his thighs, hips, belly, and chest as she stood again. Craving her attention, his c**k twitched.
“Have a seat,” she said breathlessly.
He sat on the sofa and reached to pull her down to join him.
She took a step backward. “No touching the dancer.”
“Jess—”
“Shh.”
He dropped his hands and watched her walk over to the stereo system. After some fumbling, she turned it on and a song from Sinners’ latest CD came from the speakers.
“This is my favorite band.” Jessica smiled at him over her shoulder. “The lead singer is gorgeous. Listen to that voice. Mmmmm.” She rolled her eyes with undisguised delight.
“I hear he’s hung like a horse.”
Jessica’s gaze dropped to his jutting c**k and she licked her lips. “Horses are jealous.”
He laughed.
His smile faded when her hips started to sway to the music.
She ran her hands over the luscious curve of her ass and bent forward, her long strawberry blonde hair brushing the floor in front of her. She rocked her hips back and forth, and though she was still clothed, he couldn’t draw his attention from the sweet spot between her thighs. She stood, flipping her glorious hair over her back as she ground her hips and squatted down to the floor before standing again. She turned to face him, still gyrating her hips. Her hands moved to the fly of her pants.
She unfastened the button and inched the zipper down, dancing for him seductively. Her hands ran up her sides, revealing the skin of her flat belly as she eased her shirt upward.
“Take it off,” he murmured.
“Take what off?”
“I want to see your tits.”
She pushed her shirt higher, teasing him with the vision of the under curves of her full br**sts. She turned around, revealing an expanse of her sexy lower back, and peeled her shirt off over her head. He loved the way her thick, wavy hair brushed over the skin of her back as she continued to sway her hips. He imagined his fingers tangled in those silky, flowing locks, pulling her head back so he could suck on her collarbone, her throat, her jaw, her ear, her…
She tossed her shirt at him. It hit him in the chest and slid down to cover his lap. She turned to face him, her hands cupping her naked br**sts. Her pink ni**les protruded from between her fingers. He wanted to draw his tongue over them. Make them hard like he was hard. Draw shudders from her body. Deep sighs from her throat.
She danced closer. He reached for her and she paused.
“No touching the dancer.”
“This is torture, Jessica.”
She pouted. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I do like it. I like it too much. It’s driving me crazy.”
She smiled. “I’m not finished yet.”
She pulled her shirt from his lap. When the fabric brushed over his most sensitive flesh, he drew a sharp breath through his teeth. She stood on the sofa, one foot on either side of his hips and squatted in front of him so his face was between her br**sts. He turned his head and tugged her nipple into his mouth, sucking it rapidly to a hardened point. She gasped and jerked away.
“No touching the—”
“You didn’t say anything about sucking on the dancer,” he murmured, and tugged her nipple back into his mouth. She cupped his face and shifted his mouth to her other breast.
“Why can’t you behave?” she whispered, shuddering as his tongue flicked over her pebbled flesh.
He leaned back and looked up at her. “Do you want me to behave?”
She chuckled. “Not really.”
She pulled away and turned to face the other direction, rubbing her ass and the rough fabric of her jeans over his engorged cock. He grabbed her hips, but she slapped his hands away and moved off the couch again.
While she danced in front of him, she stroked her ni**les in hypnotic circles, making them even more erect.
Sed gripped the blanket to keep himself from jumping her. God, he wanted her. Desperately. Had never wanted anything more.
She slid one hand down her belly and into the open fly of her pants. Her hand disappeared into her jeans and her head fell back in ecstasy. She stroked herself for a moment, pushed her hand deeper, groaned and then pulled her hand from her pants. She slid her slick fingers into her mouth.
Sed grabbed his dick. He couldn’t take much more of this.
Jessica pushed her pants down her hips, revealing the narrow strip of pubic hair that directed his attention to the juncture of her thighs. She turned, facing the opposite wall, and bent forward as she slid her jeans down her legs.
He groaned as she revealed the secrets between her thighs. She kicked her jeans aside and parted the swollen flesh between her thighs.
“I’m wet for you, Sed. Can you see it?”
“Yeah, I see it. I want to taste it.”
A finger disappeared inside her velvety flesh. She plunged it into her body once, twice, and then pulled it free. His entire body jerked.
She moved toward him and slid her finger to his mouth. A hint of her taste teased his tongue.
“How’s that?” She watched him with her lips parted as he sucked at her finger.
“Not nearly enough.”
She climbed onto the couch with him again, and put a foot on the back of the sofa near his shoulder. The scent of her excitement drove him crazy. He had to thrust into her. Had to. He would die if he didn’t possess her soon.
Jessica gyrated her hips in his face, and he grabbed her ass, holding her so he could lap at her juices hungrily. Her hips stilled. Panting, she held onto his head, her fingertips digging into his scalp. Her thighs began to tremble.
