Six Weeks, page 12
He stared down at her, his face grave.
“What scares me is how much I love you,” he said, his voice slightly unsteady. “Together, I believe we could raise strong, happy children.”
“Austen…” His name on her lips was both a complaint and a plea.
He leaned down to kiss her quickly. “I know. Not now.”
Staring up at him, she came to a sudden decision. “Not yet.”
He did not misunderstand her. “So we can discuss it later.”
It was not quite a question, but she answered it anyway.
“Yes.” Jaya took a deep breath. “I promise.”
He searched her face. “Do you?”
“Are you doubting me now?” she reminded him. “Remember, I texted you.”
“Do you mind?”
As he asked the question, any resentment she might have been harbouring died.
“How can I?” she asked. “I said goodbye and I made it absolute.”
“You ignored my messages.” This time, he reminded her of their recent past. “You blocked my number. I never thought you would do that.”
“I didn’t want to be tempted,” Jaya admitted. “I was, even afterwards.”
“But I had an agent working from the inside,” he told her.
Her forehead wrinkled for an instant. “Your mom. I should have known.”
“I was playing the long game,” he said.
Because his gaze was still scrutinizing, she smiled. “And you’re very, very good at that.”
“I have to be,” said Austen. “I was playing for the most important person in my life and I was playing for keeps.”
As she leaned close, their mouths met again, this time in a hot kiss that soon threatened to get out of control.
Good, that was the way she liked him.
Chapter Eleven
The bedroom was different. Jaya didn’t recognise the sheets, and the painting she’d admired was gone from the wall, replaced by a generic lake scene populated by tiny white-sailed boats.
Austen watched her as she took in the changes.
After a moment, he confirmed her guess. “I got rid of everything that reminded me of you.”
She went to him. “Oh, Austen. Darling—”
He grasped her by the upper arms, his grip hard. “You don’t have to reassure me. I have you now.”
His kiss was as hard as his grasp, hurting her with its leashed violence. But Jaya made no protest. Despite what he said, she knew it would take time for him to understand that she was going to be there with him for the foreseeable future. During that time, she would have to reassure him, not with words, but with actions.
Eventually the force of his kiss lessened, and she encouraged the shift by parting her lips and inviting his tongue inside to play with hers. She let her hands roam over his chest, caressing the firm muscle of his chest and the flatness of his stomach. He stiffened as her fingers moved closer to his belt but before her hands drifted too low, she slid them back up to seek out the sharp nubs of his nipples through his shirt. When she pinched them lightly, his hips jerked impatiently against her.
“Mm.” Sighing against his lips, she savoured his unconcealed reaction. “How long has it been, darling?”
Austen reared his head back, putting his lips out of reach of hers. His face was suddenly flushed with more than desire.
He was angry, Jaya registered with a shock, right before he spoke.
“You know how long it’s been for me,” he told her from between gritted teeth. “I don’t want to know how long it’s been for you.”
Staring up at him, bewildered, Jaya said, “I didn’t want to make assumptions.”
He raked a hand through his hair. “So you assumed instead that I would go straight from the woman I love to some stranger?”
“You were on a date,” she said softly, stepping away from him. “At the restaurant that time. I saw you.”
“You were with someone too,” Austen pointed out. “Was it just the one man or were there others? There was time enough for a few.”
Since they’d last seen each other, she supposed he meant.
Jaya turned her back on him. “Six weeks or less, right?” Her voice sounded alien in her own ears. “I guess I must have been ‘off’ the last few months.”
He took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. “So there hasn’t been anyone else?”
“Does it matter?” The question was cynically posed because clearly, to him, it did matter.
So of course she laughed when he said, “No, no, it doesn’t.”
“Liar.”
He flushed. “I’m jealous, all right? You don’t have to laugh about it.”
Jealousy? Was that all it was? Had she only read in the judgment?
Austen smiled humourlessly. “Okay, I’ll admit I’m also more than a little upset. Being with you meant so much to me that I couldn’t even contemplate having sex with another woman right now. Until I forgot you—until I didn’t have anything so perfect to compare her to—it wouldn’t have been fair on that woman.”
Retracing the steps she’d taken away from him, Jaya said, “Don’t you think I felt the same?”
“That man at the restaurant…?”
“Was one of the theatre grads I met in Stratford that time we went there together,” she finished. “He was in the city, and I took him to see our theatre and out to dinner afterwards. That’s all.”
Austen frowned. “He was—”
“That’s all,” she repeated. Putting her hands back on his chest, she felt the heat pouring off him. Good, their little discussion hadn’t cooled him off too much. “You’re going to have to get some control over your jealousy.”
He heaved an exaggerated sigh. “I know. I’ll try. I’m not usually—”
Again, Jaya cut him off. “I know. It’s okay. A little bit of jealousy is sexy.”
“It doesn’t feel sexy,” he said, sounding aggrieved.
“Well,” she said, moving her hands over him once again, “I think just about everything about you is sexy.”
He laughed. “I think the same about you, darling, except without the qualifier.”
“How like a lawyer to try to get the last argument in,” she teased him back.
They were both laughing as their mouths met. From there, it was a short journey to a hot, wide-open kiss where they explored each other’s mouths fully and completely. In a few minutes, they were both breathless yet the laughter was still there in their eyes, a self-deprecating humour that acknowledged and gently mocked their mutual need.
“Love you,” Austen muttered, pulling aside the neck of her blouse so he could kiss her neck.
Jaya waited until he lifted his head again and their eyes met to say, “I love you, Austen.”
She knew he would need to hear it a lot over the coming weeks. That was okay. She meant it a lot.
He undressed her with care, his hands not quite steady and his mouth rueful with awareness of the fact.
When she was naked, he went down on his knees and kissed her—her stomach, her breasts, her mound, all with worshipful tenderness.
But Jaya didn’t want sweet, gentle lovemaking. She’d spent too long away from him for that and a part of her resented him for being capable of self-control.
Running her hands over his shoulders, she said, “I want you inside me. I want your big…thick…cock.”
He looked up at her then, his mouth still curved but his eyes glinting. “You’re going to drive me crazy, baby.”
“Don’t just say it,” Jaya urged. “Show me.”
In one powerful movement, he was on his feet and picking her up. He walked her the few steps backwards to the bed and threw her down into the centre of it, landing on his hands and knees on top of her.
He touched her all over, feeling her body in rough handfuls. Then his mouth followed, kissing her, tasting her already sensitised skin. Jaya arched upwards, running her hands over his back, wanting his lips on her breasts, her pussy. Wanting more of him in every way. He was still fully clothed, and the sensuous contrast of his sober business attire and her nakedness was its own peculiar turn-on.
She finally decided he was taking too long kissing her, teasing her—and teasing himself too, judging by his heavy breathing.
Pulling his head down, she brazenly offered him her breasts. His lashes lowered. His reaction was still clear from the hard flush in his cheeks.
He licked his lips then he traced his tongue around the peak of her breast. Delicious. The tiny movement reverberated all the way down to her toes.
Another teasing circling of his tongue. Another pulse of pleasure.
Then he bent his head and went to work, drawing the entire nipple into his mouth, giving it sweet sharp suction. Jaya moaned as he started to suck in earnest, riding the waves of bliss.
His fingers moved to the other neglected breast, shaping it, holding it tight as he lavished attention on its twin.
Jaya’s leg slipped past his hip, so she cuddled his thigh between hers. Now she could ride him too, the masculine heat and hardness of him. Not quite the hardness she wanted but it would do in a pinch. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d come this way, by humping his muscular thigh, and every time Austen grumbled afterwards that she should give his cock right of first refusal. He didn’t seem to understand that she enjoyed every part of him. It was a credit to his potency that she could reach climax on his leg…with his fingers…in his mouth.
Rubbing her pussy against him, spreading her wetness against his suit trousers, was not enough.
She clawed at his wide shoulders, marking him through the cloth, demanding more.
When Austen flung back his head, showing her his taut face, she knew he wanted the same.
He got up, stripped off his clothes with more speed than efficiency and located a foil-wrapped condom. But when he went to put it on, Jaya reached out and stopped him. Instead, she pushed him down on his back and straddled his knees.
She put the condom on him, forcing herself to go slowly, stretching the act out at least three times what it usually took. All the while, Austen stared at the ceiling, his mouth set as he so obviously held his instincts for dominance in check.
Jaya loved him like this. At her mercy. As if he existed solely and completely for her sexual gratification. As if he’d been made for her to kiss and hump and ride.
Speaking of riding…
Covertly watching his face, she caressed his sheathed penis, giving it teasing little squeezes as she measured its familiar length and girth. Nicely big and thick. And it was all for her.
Glancing up again, she saw Austen’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides, holding himself back. Again.
Lifting her hips up, Jaya leaned over him, her breasts obeying gravity and dangling against his chest. His golden body hair made a pretty foil for her dark nipples. He must have thought so too because he was staring at them very intently, his mouth partially opened as if remembering the recent feel of her nipples.
She teased his lips, running her tongue over them, pushing it inside his mouth, but never quite letting him taste her properly. Moving swiftly, he raised his head to force their mouths into contact, kissing her roughly for a brief moment before she pulled back.
Austen let his head fall back with a frustrated grunt. “You’re already driving me crazy,” he told her huskily.
But he was wrong.
Not yet. Not quite.
Whatever else he was about to say became a groan as Jaya grasped his cock and rubbed the head of it against her cunt. Again she noted his reaction as she soaked the tip of his dick thoroughly in her juices, the friction making her hotter and wetter than ever.
Despite her original intent, she was no longer sure if she could hold out against Austen. His self-control was too perfect. With his hands locked at his sides, he wouldn’t even let himself touch her.
By now, Jaya was beyond caring. Her own needs were driving her.
She shifted on top of him, holding his cock, guiding it as she lowered her pelvis. Bringing it home.
The blunted head of his penis was a delicious intrusion, even with her controlling every move. That first thick inch, rubbing against the sensitive opening of her pussy…incredible. Her eyes drifted shut as she savoured the full impact of their joining.
When she opened them again, Austen’s sweaty frustrated face filled her vision.
“I’m not complaining,” he said, his teeth clenched, “but could you go a little faster? Please? It’s been so long.”
The last statement almost made her give in. Over the next couple of months, she would have plenty of chances to make him lose control.
Jaya rocked her hips slightly. “Like this?”
The movement caused his dick to slip in another inch, and Austen closed his eyes briefly.
“Better,” he groaned. “More.”
She wanted nothing more than to bounce on him until his cock spurted and she came all over his lap.
But not yet.
Jaya continued to rock over him, taking no more than the first two inches of his thick penis, maybe another half an inch or so. No more.
All the while, her breasts dangled practically in his face. All he had to do was reach down and haul her up to his mouth. But he didn’t even touch her.
After a few minutes, she saw his jaw tighten, and his eyes narrow into blue slits.
He knew what she was trying to do. No, what she was doing.
It won’t work, those glinting eyes seemed to be saying.
But she could still try, couldn’t she?
Allowing another inch of his hard dick inside her helped ease the growing restlessness in her limbs. She wanted to go all out. Ride him into oblivion.
The third inch helped. Barely.
“Fuck.” Austen swore distinctly, right before he moved his hands to grasp her thighs. “Finish it. Put me out of my fucking misery.”
Unspoken, yet heard quite clearly by Jaya, was his silent addition, I wouldn’t do this to you.
He didn’t have to. She gave him everything, not holding anything back. In the bedroom, that was a simple decision. It was outside of the bedroom where she faltered.
His fingers biting into her flesh, Austen mutely urged her on.
Her arms and legs were trembling from the effort of holding her body apart from his. For a second or two, she couldn’t remember why she was doing it.
Fighting with herself, she continued to move her hips over his cock, taking and releasing the same four inches, again and again, her pussy clutching tighter every time as if it found him more and more difficult to let go.
As she moved, her breasts dragged against his chest, the faint abrasion of his body hair against her nipples adding an extra dimension of tantalizing tension.
Austen shifted his hands to those aching peaks, stroking both nipples until they were hot hard buttons—ones he knew exactly how to push.
This was war now. His hands against her body. Which one of them would break first? Jaya wasn’t sure she would have taken any bets. Besides, she would no longer bet against Austen on any subject.
He leaned up and, supported by his hand beneath, swept one breast higher, bringing it to his mouth. His lips parted and…
Bliss.
The rough suction of his mouth was heaven and hell combined. When she moaned his name, it was both as a blessing and a curse.
His mouth felt so good. So incredibly good.
She watched from beneath heavy eyelids as he switched to the other breast, watched the dark nipple disappear past his lips. From her vantage point, it was a serene picture, but she could feel his teeth and tongue working within, nipping and teasing the tip of her breast until it swelled and sent out pleasure pulses all down her body.
He was trying to make her cave first and he was doing a damn fine job of it.
“Austen.”
He broke away from her nipple and glanced up at her. She saw his flushed cheeks, the sweat that marred his wide brow, the hard tension in every strong feature. Then, above all, she saw how wrong she was.
He wasn’t playing the game. He was nearly wild with need.
Jaya levered upright, finally seating herself fully on him.
His cock was now inside her all the way, and they both gasped with the suddenness of it.
“Better?” she asked, pushing the damp hair back from her face.
“No.”
There was no time to take in his response. He took her hips in his hands, raised his knees behind her and drove upwards into her pussy with incredible unleashed force.
Jaya screamed. She couldn’t help it. She’d never experienced anything like this in her life.
For an instant, Austen paused, obviously analysing the pitch and tone of the scream. Then, satisfied, he lowered his hips, only to thrust up into her body again. And again. And again.
At first Jaya was content with being at his mercy, a big life-sized fuck toy he could take out and use to his satisfaction. But after a little while she needed to move too and she started to ride him, matching her rhythm to his, taking what she wanted. All of him. All the time.
His hands moved over her body, both rough and tender, ensuring every inch of her was aware of the awesome power of him. There was nothing measured about his actions. They were all raw and instinctive.
Their bodies moved in unison, coming together in an almost violent rhythm. Fucking so wildly the bed made loud threats of its imminent collapse. Screaming, cursing, urging each other on.
Finally, the pressure was too much. Breathing became impossible. Jaya climaxed, her entire frame convulsing in sudden white-hot ecstasy.
A moment later, Austen came beneath her, the force of his big bucking body so much that it almost unseated her.
It took a long time for him to empty his cock into her, then even longer for him to stop shuddering.
After it was all over, earthquake and aftershocks both, Austen pulled her down against his warm damp chest and held her tightly to him.
He spoke into her hair. “Whatever I thought sex was,” he told her, “I’m going to have to find a whole new category for what we just did. That was the most incredible anything I’ve ever experienced.”
Jaya laughed. “Back at you, kiddo.”
