Chapter Four
Jagger's hand shook as he stepped out of the elevator. He couldn't breathe, could barely think about anything besides sinking his cock into her wet pussy. He needed Lexa, needed her naked and spread wide open for him.
A soft click and the bland hotel door opened. How they'd gotten here Jagger wasn't sure. One minute he'd mentally been listing all the reasons being alone with Lexa had all the signs of a disaster waiting to happen. The next her sweet hot small hand had cupped his already half hard cock and his big brain shut down and let his lower head take over.
"Are you coming?"
Jagger looked at her and immediately had to close his eyes against the hard throb of desire that pulsed through his veins. He let himself touch her. One rough hand smoothed down her sable hair. She’d looked so sweet, so sexy and so ready to be taken. When had little Lexa turned into such a hot desirable woman? How had he missed it?
Making up his mind, Jagger stepped in the room and shut the door with a firm push. The sound of locks clicking into place heightened his awareness, stripping away the thin veneer of civilization.
Lexa casually tossed her purse onto the wide king-size bed as she walked to the double French doors leading to an enclosed balcony. Anyone else would have seen a calm self-assured woman teasing her soon to be lover. Jagger saw more. He saw the jittery movements of her hands, the way her tongue continuously licked her lips, and the restless movements of her feet.
There were several ways he could direct the next several minutes. The first was to grab her hand and drag her out of the room and far away from the temptation of the bed. The second thing he could do was to order room service like she suggested and take the time to wine and dine her. The third option grabbed him by the balls and insisted he cross the room, slam the curtain closed, toss his woman on the desk next to the windows, and take her the way his cock wanted—hard, fast, and deep.
"Ty" She looked over her shoulder, brows drawn in a slight frown at his silence.
A deep breath in then slowly out as he grabbed hold of the slim thread of his control. He'd go with the first plan. They’d eat in a public place, catch up on their years apart, reconnect and he'd return her to her room, kiss her goodnight, then head back to the monstrosity of a house the team had scored and spend the rest of his evening palming his cock while praying for relief.
"Be sure this is what you want, Lexa. I don't know if I'm strong enough to stop once I touch you." The words poured out of his mouth, a complete contradiction to everything he'd planned on saying.
"I don't want you to stop," she said then sealed her fate by yanking the curtains shut and enclosing them in their own private world.
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She was alone in a hotel room with Tyler. A suite that seemed so much smaller once she shut out their only light source. Neither one of them had bothered with lights or lamps. The room suddenly seemed far too small for two people.
His face was set in tight lines, a muscle in his cheek clenching as she watched in fascination. "Lexa, once I get inside you, I'm not going to leave. Not until I absolutely have to. When you go to your meeting or whatever tomorrow evening, your pussy will ache and you won't be able to remember a time when my cock wasn't fucking you."
Her hands fisted in frustrated anger. Oh, she'd heard a similar song and dance before, though not quite in such explicit terms. Each man failed to live up to the erotic promises, and she walked away from the encounter disappointed and needing the comfort of her vibrator. While the sight of Tyler alone was enough to wet her undies and have her pussy clenching, she knew the most she could hope for was a small orgasm and a quick exit on his part.
She waved a dismissive hand, not really paying him too much attention as she mentally played the scene out in her mind. He'd swing her up into his arms, probably strain his back, kiss her lips for a few minutes before diving down to her breasts then clothes would fall, his cock would be in her, and he'd be asleep within twenty minutes.
"Ack!" She gasped in surprise when he pinned her to the desk before she could blink. He invaded her space, his hard warrior's body holding her down. Even as he slammed into her, his hands came around to take the brunt of hitting the wooden surface. Her heart melted a little because even when he was violent, Tyler made sure she didn't get hurt.
"I'm not one of your civilized little metro men with their slick cars and manicured hands, Lexa. I won't hurt you, but I sure as hell will demand your attention and participation while you're in bed with me," Tyler spoke in a low voice. He was between her legs, his cock thrusting up hard against her pussy. His hands, in direct contrast to his words, were gentle as he brushed back stray strands of her hair.
"We're not in bed." She pointed out in a reasonable tone. "And you had my attention, otherwise I wouldn't have invited you up."
"Bullshit," he cursed. "Your mind wasn't here. It wasn't on all the delicious things we're going to do to and for each other. When we're together, I want your mind on me and nothing else."
"Ego freak," she accused even as her traitorous hips rocked against the hard length of him. "I can fuck you and still have enough room in my brain to plan the rest of my vacation."
"Baby," he whispered, his eyes gone sleepy with desire even as pity laced his deep voice. "You've been with all the wrong men."
He ran his rough hands down the line of her throat. Goosebumps skittered over her arms from the simple touch. Who knew a throat would be an erogenous zone? She wanted him, the control, smug hung-like-a-horse-bastard.
Being underneath him, his hard cock pressed intimately against her was straight out of her late night fantasies. So why was she fighting him? Why hadn't she already stripped off their clothes and ridden him like the stallion he was?
Because Lexa was a coward at heart. For so long, she'd dreamed of this man and, now faced the reality of him, of them, she didn't know if she had the courage to finish what she’d started. But then, if she didn't, she'd live the rest of her lonely life wondering
what if
?
Screw that. She mentally hauled up her big girl panties and got ready to seduce the man of her dreams. "So are we going to talk about it or do it?"
Instead of verbally answering, Jagger pulled her legs up. She didn't protest as he wound her legs around his waist, his thickness pressing hard against her eager pussy.
"Oh, we're going to make love, Lexa," he promised. "I'll be in you so deep and so often you'll wonder how you existed without my cock fucking you."
His hips slid against hers in an easy, smooth glide. Lexa had no doubt of how he intended to prove his point. He would take her, fuck her into doing whatever he said. The utter confidence of his words and actions turned her on, and she hovered on the brink of orgasm.
One masculine hand reached down to pull up the light material of her skirt until it pooled around her waist. His hands teased around the edge of her lacy underwear, and Lexa knew he'd discover the lie of her words as soon as he delved between her thighs. She was so wet she was surprised her fluid wasn't dripping down her thighs.
"I'm sure I'll survive." She would have been proud of her answer except it came out as a needy whimper instead of a calm statement. Damn the man and his magic hands.
"You might, but will I?" His mouth lowered until it hovered over hers. She felt the heat and smelled the peppermint on his breath. When he looked straight into her eyes the hazel orbs gave her no place to hide, not from him or herself.
His tongue traced the outline of her lips before he licked her mouth, stimulating every nerve ending in her body. The desire throbbing through her veins shook her while she welcomed his touch. She opened her mouth and moaned as his tongue slid in, teasing hers. He took over the kiss, and his weight held her in place while his kiss kept her mindless.
His tongue played with hers, his sneaky fingers slipped under the elastic of her last barrier and straight into the creamy wetness of her core.
He tore his mouth away to stare into her eyes. "Fuck, you're drenched."
Heat filled her cheeks as she bit her lips at a loss for words. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders, hoping she looked casual in the gesture. The last thing Lexa wanted him to know was the depth of her desire for him, that she spent years yearning for him, wondering and fantasizing about this man in her bed.
A strong tug and her underwear came off. She lifted a leg to shake her shoe off, but his gruff voice stopped her.
"Keep them on," he insisted as he gently pushed her hands away. "I want to feel those heels digging into my ass when I ride you." Then his hands were gone as he tugged and pulled his shorts down. His cock popped free, thick with pre-cum glistening from the tip. He stroked the hard length as his face twisted in a grimace.
"What? What's wrong?" Oh, please, please, please don't let him change his mind. Lexa didn't think she could stand it. If he walked out now, her vibrator would be DOA by morning.
"No condom," he rasped as a bead of silky fluid dropped from his shaft to land on the softness of her stomach.
"Shit," she cursed understanding the problem at once. Instead of giving up or sending out for protection, Lexa did the one thing she swore never to do. She trusted a man, Jagger with her health, with her very life. "I'm clean," she promised as her arms rose to wrap around his neck. "I've been on birth control for several years."
"Fuck," he whispered before dropping his forehead to hers. "I'm clean, too. The Navy runs tests every time we come back from a mission. I haven't been with anyone since we got back. I've never touched a woman without a condom."
"Then take me, Ty. Fuck me with no barriers."
He lifted his head to stare deeply into her eyes. Then he kissed her, softly, gently until she went boneless beneath him. "Thank you, Lexa."
He spread her thighs with his own then pressed inside her. His cock filled her, stretched her until she swore she tasted him at the back of her throat.
Desperate to get closer, to feel more of him, Lexa slipped her hands underneath his thin T-shirt to caress the warm skin beneath. With the pads of her fingers, she felt the leashed power of his muscles as he pushed his way into her.
His thickness burned her delicate tissues, but she wouldn't change a thing. "More," she panted as she tilted her hips trying to take more of him. To welcome every inch of his thickness and surround him with her eager body.
"Lexa, baby, you feel amazing. So wet, so tight, so fucking perfect fisting my cock. Never knew…ah, fuck, yeah…how good bareback would feel." He thrust deeper, harder. His cock filled her until she thought she would feel him all the way to her throat. "More, Lexie, take all of me. Please, baby." His hands clamped down on her hips repositioning her until with a hard shove Jagger slid all the way inside her. She felt the teasing touch of his heavy balls against the sensitive flesh of her ass.
"Too much, too full," she whimpered as her body fisted tight around his wide length. "Tyler," she wailed as he pulled back, only to ram home again.
"Never, baby, never too much, never too good. I could fuck you forever," he panted against the damp skin of her throat.
"I can't." Lexie wasn't sure what she was protesting, but nothing in her prior sexual experience left her feeling this needy, this desperate, and this totally terrified of what lay beyond the cliff's edge fast approaching.
Jagger lifted his head, his breath coming out in fast pants. "Look at us, Lexie. Look how sweetly your pussy takes my cock. You suck me then wrap tight around me until I can't think of anything but fucking you until I drop dead from pleasure."
Helplessly, she followed the direction of his gaze and sucked in a shocked breath. His erection pulled out slick with her juices then quickly slammed back in, rubbing over a bundle of nerves she swore didn't exist. Maybe they hadn't, at least not until Tyler found them.
On shaking arms, he held himself deep in her pussy. Using one hand, he reached up to cup her face, and an emotion she couldn't read shone brightly from his gorgeous hazel eyes. "It's never been this good before, Lexie. With or without a rubber, I've never been this close so fast. It's all you, baby. You're pussy was meant to be taken by my cock."
The words melted her while at the same time wound her up until she was frantic to reach something she hadn't known existed. Roughly, he pushed her legs further apart and fucked her. Hard, fast and deep, each inward thrust bottoming out in her. The pain blended with pleasure until she didn't know if one could exist without the other.
Over and over, Tyler fucked his thick cock inside her wet depths until she could do nothing but wrap her legs around his waist and dig her heels into his ass. She held on while he took her, took them exactly where he wanted them to go.
"Fuck, yes, baby, dig those heels in my ass. Let me know you like what I'm doing." His dark eyes glazed over as he resettled his weight over her. "It just makes me want to fuck you harder, deeper and faster. I want you filled with my cum."
The crude words shouldn't wind her tighter, but they did. She wanted exactly that. His cum deep inside her. Even if nothing could come of it, Lexie still wanted that piece of him he'd given no other woman. She wanted to feel the trickle of it teasing her upper thighs even as she gave her speech in front of hundreds of people tomorrow night.
The new position Ty maneuvered into lit her up and had her clit and pussy weeping in pleasure. The wide head of his cock hit the formerly hidden bundle of nerves deep inside her pussy while the hard pressure of his pelvis pressed perfectly against her clit.
Lexie heard a wail, the sounds of a woman babbling and begging. It wasn't until Ty swooped down to cover her mouth with his that she realized the sounds were coming from her. No man had ever made her beg and plead before. Oh, shit, what had she gotten herself into?
Before she had a chance to dwell on it, Tyler pulled his lips back. "Don't," he panted as a bead of sweat trickled down his chest to disappear where their hips met and meshed. "Stay with me," he demanded even as he increased his pace and the force of his thrusts. "Give it to me, damn you."