Authors: T. A. Grey
Wicked Surrender (14 page)
She could feel his orgasm pulling up tight in him. His breathing changed, his grip tightened, and his hips jerked faster and faster, harder until the sound of his hips slapping loud against her ass echoed off the walls.
Vera screamed as her body
seized
up tight. Her orgasm exploded from her body like a rocket. Her ass and pussy clamped down hard as she fought to stay conscious and not fly off the bed with her orgasm.
Jacks slammed into her one last
time, the muscles working him were too tight, too strong,
and he lost himself. She felt the long, hot spurts of cum filling her as his cock pulsed again and again. Hot liquid filled her
deep
.
She’d never felt anything like it. She tightened her muscles and clamped down on him, wanting to keep him there forever.
He groaned above her and only after she wrung him dry did he pull out and fall next to her, pulling her into his arms.
“I think I’m in love,” he laughed, toying with a lock of her hair.
Vera’s breath caught and she was glad that she had her face buried in his neck so he couldn’t see the pain
ed look
on her face. Or worse, the hope that had lit up her eyes for a second before he laughed.
A horrible cold surrounded her heart. He would never love her. After they got back home, he’d say goodbye and that would be the end. It was almost too painful to think about.
Just like Dmetri. A very small part of her had been happy when he finally broke it off.
The first time she’d told him she loved him, she was met with awkward silence—that was two months in to the relationship.
She’d said it only three other times in the year they were together. Each time, he’d smile at her and kiss her, an uncomfortable glint in his eyes.
Vera relaxed into his strong arms and listened
to
the strong beat of his heart.
One thing
was sure
. There was no way she could continue to see Jacks. She’d tried that kind of relationship before, and she was worth more than that. She meant what she said to Dmetri, she deserved someone who actually loved her.
She would cherish every last moment together with him. Then she would spend the rest of her life picking up the pieces of her heart and try to put them back together.
Chapter Ten
“I think that covers everything for the Kategan treaty,” Brayden said. “I am sorry about the complications with
Ariss;
I assure you that she
, her guardian,
and Master Claude will be dealt with accordingly.”
“When you find her, you mean,” Jacks said, a lethal scowl on his face. Vera turned away from him before he could see just how much she liked the ferocity in him.
“We will find her. She and her guardian can’t stay hidden forever.”
“Thanks Brayden, maybe I’ll see you next year.” Vera smiled at the old vampire. The man looked anything but old,
but
she knew he’d been walking the earth for a very long time. Just a hint of a smile formed on his lips.
“Of course you will. Have a safe
trip
home.”
Vera waved and was almost to the door when Dmetri stopped her. Jacks took a step toward him but Vera put a hand on his arm to stay him. She couldn’t stop the spark of pleasure that came over her at seeing Jacks so protective of her. She was really setting herself up for a world of pain.
Last night had been something special for her, something she’d never shared with anyone. While her heart twisted knowing that he’d never fully give himself to her, she was ready to embrac
e what she could have with him. If only temporary.
“Yes, Dmetri?” she prompted.
She stood between the two men feeling a little like a sexy sandwich. Just press closer, boys.
He glared at Jacks then said to her, “I wanted to say I’m sorry about the wine and everything.” He lifted a hand towards her cheek. Jacks bared his teeth and took another step forward, pushing his body into her back. Her heart fluttered painfully. He’d be perfect if he
weren’t
too scared to try a relationship. Hell, she’d said the same thing about him being human. At least she’d learned from that.
“Thank you for saying that Dmetri. I know you regret what happened. Listen, let’s just put it past us, okay? No harm no foul. I just want you to be happy. You’ve lived a long time and most of it has been alone. I hope that you can find someone to fulfill you. I just wasn’t that woman. For both our sakes, I’m glad I realized that.”
A deep sadness clouded his eyes, and then he nodded. “Yeah, thanks Vera. Have a safe trip.”
Vera and Jacks left the mansion and stepped out into the late evening air. Their bags were
already
packed and loaded into their rental. Jacks stepped past her and snatched the keys out of her hand.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m driving, baby,” he said and slid into the driver’s seat. Vera’s stomach did a cartwheel. The man used her weakness against her without even realizing what he was doing. She’d divulged her deepest secret of relinquishing control and now he used it in the bedroom and in normal activities like this. Did he even realize it? Probably not, the man oozed confidence from every pore on his body.
She slid into the seat next to him as he started the car. He barely waited for her to latch her seatbelt before he cupped the back of her neck and brought her face close for a toe-curling kiss. The kiss was gentle but demanding. It
was a kiss
of possession, and Vera kissed him back with every ounce of need in her, trying to say without words what she wanted, needed. He pulled back from her, breathing heavy. His eyes glittered with
arousal
as he tracked over her face and neck.
He nodded,
satisfied with what he’d done, then pulled away from the gothic mansion.
Vera watched the house receding in the
side view
mirror. When the car turned and she could no longer see the mansion, she smiled. Dmetri was gone from her life and for the first time in years, she was happy about it.
Vera settled her hand on Jacks’ thigh. He peered at her quickly then looked back at the road. The way he drove was precise and smooth, the kind of man who really knew what he was doing. Who knew such a simple thing could turn her on.
“Are you sore today?”
His voice was
gruff
and filled with concern
. Vera let her hand travel up his leg and back to his knee before answering.
“Only a little.” She
bit her lip
, an unconscious gesture, as she trailed her hand back up his thigh. He was so wide and strong there; his thighs like sold
tree trunks
of muscle. She’d always had thing for legs, and this man passed with flying colors.
“What are you doing?”
She didn’t think it possible, but his voice grew even huskier. Her pussy throbbed with arousal at the sound of it.
He had the same voice
when he was buried inside her. Her hand squeezed over his thigh and felt the muscle jump underneath.
“I love your legs. Some women prefer
butts
, chests, hands, or cocks, but me, I love legs. Strong, powerful, muscular legs. The kind of legs that show a girl you’re strong enough to give her a real good time.”
Jacks cut her another glittering stare. “You’re wet, aren’t you?” Vera controlled the flush that threatened to stray up to her cheeks and nodded. “So what if I am?”
She watched him take a deep, choppy breath then pop his neck. He kept sneaking short looks over at her as if he was studying her. Finally his gaze fell to her the bottom of her dress resting against the middle of her thighs.
“I’ve never know a woman to wear so many dresses and skirts.”
He sounded angry about it.
“Is that a problem for you?”
He choked on a laugh. “Not at all. It just drives a man wild. Pull your dress up to your
waist;
let me see your legs.”
The abrupt change in topic had Vera’s stomach churning nervously while her pussy was threatening to spread her legs for her if she didn’t do it herself. Vera remembered that her time with him was limited, so she leaned back into the seat and slowly dragged the hem of her dress up her thighs, inch by inch.
He continued to cut quick glances at her. His nostrils flared when finally her panties were bared. Today she’d thrown on a pair of her black lace boy-short
panties that
sat low on her wide hips. He looked away and wiped a hand over his mouth.
“Pull your panties down and spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”
A nervous thrill going through her,
Vera obeyed, pulling her panties down until they rested around her ankles, then spreading her knees wide. Her scent filled the air in the tight confines of the car. Jacks’ grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“Like this?” she asked sweetly and ran her hands up her bare thighs.
His cheeks flushed and
she
recognized
the
hot look that came into his eyes. She knew if she unzipped his
jeans,
she’d find his cock rock hard and leaking at the round head just for her.
“Lay down in my lap, baby.” Vera arched a delicate eyebrow then slid into his lap. She rubbed her cheek along the incredible erection pulsing against his zipper like a cat. Delicately she used her teeth and pressed a path along the ridge of his cock up and down. His hand came down in her hair to stay her.
“No, turn around.”
Vera pouted, but turned around so that she could look up at his face. She felt trapped between him and the steering
wheel;
her knees were bent and spread open at this angle, one on the floorboard, the other resting against the passenger seat.
His right hand shot out and flattened on her stomach. “Ohh,” she gasped.
Now she got it.
His hand bunched up the fabric of her
dress that
had slipped back down and pulled it up high to her waist. Then she felt the hot press of his hand on her bare stomach, low on her hips.
His fingers spread
wide
, then
his pinky passed over her thin strip of
hair
.
“Jacks,” she gasped and couldn’t keep still any longer. Her hands dipped under his t-shirt and ran up his chest. She felt his legs tighten under her back and
an image flew
through her head of mounting him while he drove.
“You are so beautiful. Soft and smooth. I just want to lick you all over.” Vera moaned when his hand boldly cupped her naked pussy. She heard his sound of approval at her wetness and wanted to preen in delight.
From that point on he controlled her body, told her body what to feel and how much to feel.
A thick finger slid inside her, pumping in and out like a cock. Vera’s hand clenched on his chest as hot pleasure bloomed inside her. He petted her pussy, stroked her deep, then circled her needy bud all the while talking to her in the deep, sexy voice.
“You have the prettiest pussy
I’ve ever seen
. You’re so tight and small you grip my finger like a little fist.” He thrust in with two fingers, pumping them in and out. “And your nipples, baby,
shit.
Fucking perfect dusky, hard-tipped nipples that I want to lick and nibble on like a damn baby.”
Vera’s head was spinning. She was a gasping, panting pile of lust at the mercy of his hands. Her hips arched into his touch with each downward thrust. All she needed was a little more and she was going to split apart.
“Jacks, Jacks.” He must have heard the urgency in her voice because he pulled his fingers from her tight channel and began circling them over her clitoris with her own cream. Vera felt like a bitch in heat with her skirt pulled up and his hand petting her so good. She wanted his cock in her, pumping deep and hard.
She shook her head side to side as unimaginable pleasure stayed just out of reach.
He was rubbing her too softly. She needed him to press harder, but
every time
her hips rocked up, he let up on the pressure. She lazily opened her eyes and saw the lines of strain bracketing his mouth and eyes.
“Do it. I need you, Jacks.”
His nostrils flared,
and then
he looked down at her. “Not until you tell me you’re mine.” Vera’s pulse boomed in her ear
s
as her body teetered on the brink of orgasm with his teasing, gentle rubs. Mine? He wanted her to claim she was his. If only he knew how true it was.
“I’m yours,
lumara
. I’m yours.”
Jacks finally, blissfully, rubbed her pussy in earnest. He gave her no leave, but sought only to wring
every
ounce of pleasure from her body with only his fingertips. Vera’s head kicked back, a wild moan leaving her as her body exploded apart. Her hips shot off the seat and bounced against his hand while she tried desperately to hold on to his chest for some kind of grip in reality.