Training Rain (10 page)

It was as if the entire club had stopped breathing. The
spotlight widened to reveal the rest of a perfect body covered only in a
leopard print thong and bra. She undulated her rounded hips in one smooth move
that continued up to her full tits. Her body cascaded as if it was waves on the
sea.

It was a few moments before Jess looked up at her face and
then he was a bit ashamed since she was one of the prettiest women he’d ever
seen. Her black hair was cropped close to her skull and her high cheekbones and
dark eyes were indicative of the mixed-race African Americans who came from New
Orleans. She was, in a word, stunning. And the way her body moved had every
person in the room, man or woman, completely mesmerized.

Sex with a woman who could move that way would be
remarkable. He was more turned on than he’d ever been in a strip club. His own
desire to rub his shaft surprised him. Even as he had the thought, he realized
it was Rain’s mind creating most of the eroticism. Still connected to her, he
knew she was teetering between uncomfortable and stimulated. It was the
prickliness of her emotions that made him turn away from the stage. Her eyes
were riveted on the dancer. A bead of sweat glistened on her upper lip. She
removed her hand from his leg and slid out of her jean jacket. Jess took the
jacket and placed it on the bench beside him before sliding his arm back around
her shoulders and lightly caressing the soft skin where her shoulder met her
neck.

She lifted her hand to his and pulled it around and down so
that his fingers grazed the swell of her breast over the cotton shirt she wore.
She squirmed and placed her hand high on his thigh.

Between the combination of the music, the dancer and Rain’s
obvious stimulation he didn’t know if he could take much more.

The drinks arrived. Rain looked from Sharon back to the
stage. She picked up the bourbon and drank it down in one gulp.

He leaned in close to her so he could be heard over the
undulating music. “Are you all right?”

Her eyes met his. “I think we’d better go.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think that dancer has some kind of psi ability and she’s
having a very strong effect on me. If you don’t get me out of here soon, I’m
going to fuck you right here. I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Now his jeans were really uncomfortable. He expanded his
mind toward the stage. Could the stunning beauty dancing up there be a threat?
As soon as he removed his focus from Rain, he sensed that whoever the dancer
was, she definitely seduced the audience with some kind of psychic gift. Likely
she didn’t even know she did it. Some people who had psi talent never knew it.
Extremely good intuition or the ability to seduce anyone often had a basis in
psychic abilities. In the case of this dancer, she sent out a signal of allure
and everyone in the room was turned on, Rain most of all. That probably meant
she was ultra-sensitive.

Rain’s breathing became ragged and her hand slid up his
thigh, cupping his crotch while she squirmed in the seat.

“Jesus.” He tossed a couple of twenties on the table,
grabbed her hand and her jacket and they practically ran from Randy’s.

A light drizzle had started falling and it was a few degrees
cooler than when they had entered. As soon as they were outside, Rain ran down
the street. Jess followed but didn’t try to stop her. After three blocks they
had gotten away from the crowds and the rain came down a bit harder. She leaned
against the brick storefront of a souvenir shop that was closed for the night.

Jess stood in front of her, watching her chest rise and fall
as she tried to catch her breath. Her body quivered. He stepped forward and
wrapped the jean jacket round her shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were so sensitive?”

She shrugged. “It’s why I don’t like to have people in my
head. I’m a blocker. Most of the time I keep anyone close from using psi, but I
loved the feel of your arousal when we walked in the club. Plus Joshua told me
I shouldn’t block other Psi Alliance agents. It never occurred to me that there
could be a problem.”

He put one hand on the wall on either side of her head. “The
dancer probably has no idea she’s giving off a seductive vibe. Well, she knows
she can seduce an audience, but she doesn’t know it’s psi.”

“I’ve never wanted to have sex in public. I didn’t even care
that there were people there. If we had stayed I would have ripped both of our
clothes off.”

He knew she was scared, but he couldn’t help being aroused
by the idea. The drizzle turned to a light shower. “Let’s get a taxi and call
it a night. You can rip my clothes off in private.”

“It’s not far. Can’t we walk? I could use the fresh air.”

“It’s raining.”

“Just a little.”

“This is Louisiana,
cher
. A little drizzle can turn
into a downpour in no time.”

“I still want to walk.”

He looked up at the starless sky and took her hand while
they made their way toward his apartment. It was only a mile, but as predicted
the rain strengthened and by the time they arrived they were soaked through.

The rain had only a minimal effect on her state of arousal.
She’d never felt anything remotely similar to what she’d experienced in the
gentleman’s club. It had been frightening to realize she would have not only
fucked Jess in the middle of the club, she would have fucked the waitress, the
dancer, the two men sitting at the next table. Her body had pulsed with need
and it had taken every ounce of her strength to not lose control.

Yas whined when they entered, but after only a few seconds
walked away. The dog had good intuition. From the corner of her eye she saw him
curl up on the rug in Jess’ sparse living room.

Jess hadn’t even gotten the front door of his apartment
closed before she pushed him against the wall, tearing at his clothes. Her
pussy ached for release. Her desire had expanded to the point of pain. “I need
you.”

He must have understood her problem or maybe it was the
connection they still shared. His tongue swirled around hers while his fingers
deftly popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. He had to push
her back slightly to strip the sopping denim down her legs as she stepped out
of her shoes, dropped her sodden jacket on the floor and pulled her shirt over
her head.

She moaned as the air-conditioned air titillated her
sensitive skin.

Jess turned her around and pulled her hips back several feet
from the wall. She leaned forward, bracing her flat palms on the smooth
surface, wishing he’d hurry. Dripping hair stuck to her cheek, but her focus
was on the man behind her and the space between her legs. She heard the zip of
metal teeth, the tear of foil and an instant later he slammed inside her.

“Yes.” Her hands and cheek rested against the hard surface
of the wall while Jess pounded into her pussy. The rough, wet fabric of his
jeans slapping her ass and thighs with every thrust added to her escalating
desire.

His hands gripped her hips. One reached around and found her
clit, rubbing the distended bud. Her body convulsed and she screamed as her
pussy gripped his cock again and again. He stilled and leaned over holding her
against his cold wet tee-shirt while wave after wave of pent-up orgasm washed
over her.

Every inch of her body was alive with want. It would never
be enough and the idea was terrifying.

“Shhh.” Jess slid out and lifted her. She quaked in his arms
as he carried her through the apartment. “You’re all right.”

The clasp of her bra gave under one smooth move of his
fingers. He placed her in the center of the mattress. The king-size bed
dominated the relatively small room. He’d turned on the bedside lamp and she
watched as he stripped out of his wet clothes. His broad shoulders tapered
perfectly to slim hips and ripped abs. A light smattering of golden hair
swirled around his pectorals and made a trail down to the place that interested
her most at the moment.

Rain helped people. She’d spent the past few years ignoring
her own needs and focusing on redeeming herself for her youthful
transgressions. The fact that her desire currently usurped everything else
washed her with guilt.

Still, she had no control. Her need was beyond mere sexual
desire. If she didn’t find satiation, she didn’t know if she could survive. She
cringed with the realization.

His skin was still damp when he stretched out alongside her
and pushed her hair out of her face. Rain shook her head, willing away the
burning desire to grab his hard cock and ram herself on top of it. Her muscles
quaked and her breathing remained fragmented. “I’m sorry… This is… I can’t
wait.”

She pushed him onto his back, straddled him and impaled
herself on his shaft. Her pussy clamped around him. She wanted to go slow, but
another orgasm built and she couldn’t control her body’s need to come. She was
out of control, screaming and grunting, more animal than woman.

Jess gripped her hips and set a rhythm. When she steadied
and slid up and down, taking him deep and rising again and again, he tugged on
her nipple hard. The sharp pain added to her pleasure.

Rain rocked forward and back, changing the friction. She
lowered her upper body and supported herself with her hands on either side of
his head while Jess rocked his hips and continued to give her what she craved.

Those blue eyes stared up at her. “It’s okay,
cher
.
Come for me. Take what you need.”

His words sent her over the edge again. He pulled her down,
held her and kissed her as the orgasmic crescendo rose. Where she had been wet
from the rain, now she was damp with perspiration. She collapsed on top of him,
his cock still hard and tucked deep inside her.

“I’m sorry,” she said after a long silence.

He pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. “You don’t
need to apologize. You should have told me you were ultra-sensitive.”

“I always shield myself. I usually block psi people when
they are too close. It never occurred to me that the club could be a problem.”

Her wet hair stuck to her cheek. He carefully brushed it
back and tucked it behind her ear. “I assume this has never happened to you
before. Do you want to tell me about it?”

There was something in his voice. She couldn’t quite place
it.

“If you’re asking me if I’ve ever been so driven by a sexual
urge I would have fucked a stranger in a bar, no, that’s never happened to me
before. It took everything I had not to publicly humiliate myself tonight. It
scared the hell out of me. Even now, I want you again.”

“Not the stranger in the bar, just me?”

“Are you angry?”

“No. I should have protected you. I knew you were sensitive
I just didn’t know to what extreme. You did great. It must have been torture to
restrain yourself. The dancer has a strong effect on everyone. That’s how she
commands her audience. I’ll bet she makes a fortune every time she takes the
stage.” He rolled away from her and sat on the edge of the bed, removed the
condom and dropped it in the wastebasket.

She put her hand out to touch his back but pulled away at
the last moment. It had been a long time since she hated herself quite so much.
“I don’t blame you for being disgusted.”

He turned back and in an instant his body covered hers. “I’m
not disgusted. Nothing about you could ever disgust me. You’re beautiful and
sensual. I’m honored that you chose me to relieve your torment. Even though I
said I would like to see you with Sharon, I think I might be jealous if you’d
chosen one of them over me,
cher
.”

Her hands were trapped between his body and hers. His cock,
still rock-hard since he had not yet come, was pressed against her pelvis. “I
was out of control.”

“No. You felt out of control. You never lost it until you
were in a safe place.”

“I could have lost it. I could have fucked every person in
that club and wanted more. I didn’t even recognize myself.” She closed her eyes,
expecting to see his revulsion surface and knowing she deserved it. Still, her
pussy pulsed.

“That’s not the way I see it. That’s not what I took from
the night. Tonight you showed me that you trust me.”

She managed to pull one hand out and touched the damp hair
that had fallen over her forehead. “I do trust you, Jessé.”

He grinned and rocked his hips forward. “Mmm. That sounds
nice coming from you. If you’re still interested, maybe we could go a bit
slower this time.”

“I think that might be possible now and yes I am most
definitely still interested.” Her cheeks heated, embarrassed that she was just
as aroused as she had been when they first entered the apartment. Though she
was more herself and less feral.

Jess kissed her neck, and a ripple of excitement spread down
her body, increasing the tightness building at her center. He kissed her collarbone,
shoulder and lower to her breast. His tongue teased her already sensitive
nipple before he pulled it inside his warm mouth and tugged hard.

Rain clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his
skin while the sensations he created engulfed her. “Jessé… I… You.”

He looked up. “What is it,
cher
?”

He went lower, kissing her abdomen and dipping his tongue
inside her bellybutton. A shock of sensation ricocheted from that sensitive
hole directly to her clit. She screamed his name and clutched his thick hair.

She forced herself to focus on the words she wanted to say.
“You…you haven’t come. I want to g-give you pleasure.”

He slid down the bed to the bottom, pushed her knees up and
over his shoulders and blew cool breath across her wet folds. Her body jerked
and she lifted her hips as if begging for more and belying her words.

“You do give me pleasure and I will come before the night is
over. First I’m going to take care of you. Don’t fight me. You know you need
it.”

He was right. She did need more. Would it ever be enough?
Could a person die from desire and orgasm? A ripple of hysteria threatened to
overcome her.

Jess slid his tongue between her folds and every other
thought flew from her head. Slowly he licked from just below her pussy, along
her wet slit to her ultra-sensitive clit. He suckled the bud, and she bucked
against his relentless mouth. He slid one long finger inside her and continued
to lick and suck while sliding his finger in and out. A second digit joined the
first and the beginning of her rapture prickled deep inside her.

She clawed at the blanket beneath her and tossed her head
from side to side. Her hips had a mind of their own and bounced up and down
with the rhythm Jess had set. Rain’s body tightened to the point of pain and
then erupted with extraordinary pleasure. She screamed, twisting and pulling
away. Jess held her firmly and continued to lick her clit as her canal tugged
at his fingers. Wave after wave assaulted her as if it might never stop.

A second orgasm followed the first. Her knees clamped down
on his neck, but he didn’t seem to care as he continued with his mouth and
fingers. She pressed her feet flat on the bed and as the third wave descended
she lifted up and away from him. “No more. I can’t.”

In an instant he was beside her, pulling her into his arms.
He held her while the remnants of the most powerful orgasm of her life
dissipated to sweet relief. “That’s what I needed to hear,
cher
. That
was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen or felt.”

At that moment she realized she had never shielded herself.
She’d been so overcome by sexual need she’d forgotten to put up her defenses.
Once she built up her barrier, she immediately missed Jess’ presence inside her
aura.

“That was…” She took a breath. “I have no idea what that was.”

He relaxed his hold and kissed her forehead. “How do you
feel?”

“Better.” It was the truth. She still wanted to have Jess
inside her, but it was not quite so imperative to her existence.

He rolled so that he was once again on top of her, but with
most of his weight resting on his arms. Rain wrapped her legs around his hips
and lifted until her wet center met the tip of his cock.

Jess groaned deep in his chest. “Are you sure? I can wait if
you’ve had enough for tonight.”

“Don’t be so nice. Make love to me.”

His eyes closed for a moment. Was he trying to regain
control? Did Jessé McMean lose control—ever? When his eyes opened he reached
for the bed stand and another condom. He had to adjust his position for a
moment while he rolled the rubber over his thick cock, but then he returned to
hover just short of her waiting pussy. “Can I ask you something?”

She raised her hips again and skimmed the head of his cock
ever so slightly. “Hmm?”

“Do you know the difference between making love and fucking
now?”

A string tightened in her belly. Renewed desire flushed her
cheeks. “I think so.”

“Tell me.”

Part of her wanted to hold the words inside, protect
herself, her heart. Jess had saved her. Not just from men with guns or a
half-life on the reservation. He’d kept her safe when all of her barriers were
down. She trusted him. “When it’s you and me, even when we fuck it’s making
love.”

She was trapped in his gaze and he pressed forward, filling
her completely. They both groaned and neither moved for a long moment.

“I’ve never wanted anyone so much.” He pulled back and
thrust forward again.

“Don’t talk.”

With another drive, he agreed it wasn’t the time for
conversation. His slow, steady pace drove her near to insanity. Her body
tightened and pulsed with another growing orgasm. How many had it been? How was
this possible? She gripped tighter around his hips, pulling him down harder and
faster with each plunge. His mouth devoured hers while his tongue mimicked the
force of his shaft.

Her pussy tightened and she screamed, grasping at him as she
allowed another shattering orgasm to take her. He thrust against her clutching
canal once, twice and he too cried out, his body went rigid while his hips
twitched in that final spasm.

Jess collapsed on top of her before rolling to one side and
drawing her against him.

Pure joy pulled at her lips, but her exhaustion won as her
head grew heavy. Jess’ heart beat under her ear and the cadence lured her to
sleep.

It was still dark when she woke up. Fully dressed in jeans
and a white tee-shirt, Jess stared down at her with an expression she couldn’t
quite translate. His eyes were soft and loving, but his mouth was drawn down
and the muscle in his jaw ticked.

“Why are you dressed?”

“I took your dog for a walk.” He jerked his head to the
left.

Yas was next to the bed with his big head lying on the edge
of the mattress. His soulful eyes focused on her and she reached over to
scratch him behind the ear. She stopped and the dog collapsed happily on the
floor.

“You fed him too?”