Live Wire

chapter 9




Tehya felt the bed at her back as Jordan lowered her to the mattress, before standing in front of her and stripping until he was as naked as she was. Hard, heavy muscle flexed beneath his chest as he came to her, his knees pressing into the bed as he came to its center, his head lowering until his lips could brush over her collarbone, his tongue licking a trail of pure heat across her sensitive flesh. The touch had a low moan escaping her lips as she arched closer to him.

Flames began to spread through her system as the exhilerating kisses moved over the curve of a breast, and his hand smoothed up her side to the swollen undercurve. He cupped it dominantly, his lips descending on the tight, hard tip of her nipple.

The ultrasensitive swollen bud throbbed in pleasure as he sucked it into his mouth, drawing on it and pulling every wracking sensation of need from her nipple to the tight, aching nubbin of her *oris.

With his free hand Jordan stroked down her abdomen, his callused fingertips rasping over her flesh as exquisite bliss began to rock through her body. She was to the point of shaking, shuddering with the powerful carnal rapture building inside her.

His fingers trailed to her thighs, stroking, caressing as her hips lifted, desperately seeking his touch against the swollen, needy folds of her sex.

She would have screamed for more if she had the breath, if she could find enough oxygen to do more than whimper as she tried to beg for more, for a firmer, rougher touch.

Her * ached with an intense demand, pinpoints of electric sensation sizzling to the aching bud before whipping through her vagina with agonizing need.

She couldn’t bear it. She needed his touch there now, his fingers stroking, caressing, driving inside her, f*cking into her with a force that would send her flying into orgasm.

Strange, mewling little cries vibrated in her throat. She’d never heard such a sound coming from her own lips. It pulsed with hunger, with need, a reflection of the sensations racing through her, out of control.

As his fingertips finally eased between her thighs and stroked through the burning folds to rasp against her *, she lost her breath. There was no strength, no will to do anything but strain against him and fight for the touch that would throw her headlong to the edge of ecstasy.

There was no oxygen to scream, let alone cry. There was only the feel of his fingers caressing her cunt, sliding through the slick slit, between swollen folds to circle the agonizing throb of her *. The firm circular motions sent vivid ribbons of clashing sensations whipping through her body.

His teeth nipped gently at the tender bud of her nipple, arching her tight against him as her nails bit into his shoulders. Her hips writhed beneath the caress of his fingers, pressing closer, fighting for a deeper, harder penetration, for the stretching heat, the pleasure pain that Jordan knew how to give her.

Waves of sensation washed through her as she fought to hold on to Jordan. The vortex of pure bliss rushing through her was like a tidal wave swamping her control.

Just when she thought she could hold on to that last remaining ounce of reason, a scream tore from her lips.

Two fingers, thrust into the tight, slick depths of her p-ssy, nearly throwing her over the edge of release. It clenched in her womb, spasming warningly and shocking her senses.

Pulsing flames shuddered through her as his lips lifted from her nipple, kissed the curve of her breast, then nipped at the fragile flesh.

His fingers eased from her clenched sex before he moved, drawing away as she fought to hold him to her, fought for more of that incredible pleasure as his touch deserted her p-ssy.

“Come here, baby,” he groaned, lifting her as he lay back, bringing her to her knees. Her rear faced him, her head poised over the straining length of his cock as he gripped the base of the heavy flesh.

Heavily veined, the head flushed dark, the thick shaft rose to his abdomen as the fingers of his free hand slid to the long curls that fell over her shoulder, clenched, and pulled.

Tehya’s breath caught at the eroticism in the possessive action, as he silently demanded the incredibly intimate act.

“You know what I want, Tey,” he groaned, his tone rasping with a dark sensual caress against her senses.

As she moved to turn to face him, a hard hand at her hip held her in place. Oh God, she knew what he wanted, just as she sensed what he was planning to do. A sexual act she’d never participated in before. One she had fantasized about sharing with him

“Like this,” he demanded as he drew her hips toward his shoulders with one hand while the other tugged erotically at her hair once again. “Just like this, baby. And we’ll see who loses their mind first.”

Trembling she licked her lips as her head lowered to the flushed crest of his engorged cock head as he gripped her knee, lifting her leg over his face until her p-ssy was poised, bare flesh saturated with her juices, above his lips, while the hard tips of her breasts rasped against his lower stomach. Heat spread through her system as she gripped the base of his cock, unable to surround it, but holding it in place as her head lowered.

She fought to breathe, to draw in oxygen as she felt Jordan’s lips at her thighs. Heated kisses and hungry licks had her hips shifting as she fought to press the swollen folds of her sex to his lips, struggling against the the firm grip holding her from her goal.

Her tongue licked over the swollen crest of his erection, a hungry moan passing her lips at the taste of male heat and hunger that glistened on the swollen, throbbing, head of his cock.

She was drowning in pleasure. Her lips parted, drawing the wide, blunt crown between them, filling her mouth with the hard, delicious heat. Her tongue flickered over the blunt tip, to taste, to relish the strength and hunger she held in her hands.

His tongue licked over the swollen, soaked folds of her p-ssy. With wicked, probing licks his tongue stroked and explored. Rimming the clenched opening of her vagina, he gave a firm, loving lick before thrusting inside for a quick taste before retreating.

Tehya wanted to scream, she needed to scream, but the sound was muffled by his dick as his tongue swiped through the slit of her p-ssy and circled her * with quick agonizing strokes. It was like liquid fire feverish and intense. An inferno circled the sensitive bud, throbbed to her womb, and sent crashing waves of sensation through her every nerve ending in her body.

To counter the destructive effect he was having on her, Tehya had to force herself to think, to use the sensual instincts rushing through her, to concentrate on Jordan rather than the pleasure he was giving her.

Working her mouth over the wide, flared cap of his erection Tehya’s hand stroked the heavy shaft, palmed the tight sac beneath it, and alternately raked his thighs with a firm rasp of her nails. Sucking him deeper, she tucked her tongue beneath the flared edge of his cock head, stroked and rubbed, glorying in the hard, muted groan that rumbled into her sex.

Jordan’s hips jerked, pushing his dick harder against her lips as he lost control of the growl he’d been holding in his chest.

His tongue licked, caressed, and probed at the entrance to her p-ssy. Drawing her juices free, he tasted the sweet rich essence, before licking to her * and allowing his fingers to find the heavy cream easing from her.

Tehya, shuddered as she felt his fingers press slowly inside her, withdraw, then press inside her again. It was a pattern intent on driving her crazy with need until he made his intentions fully clear.

His fingers began drawing her slick juices of her p-ssy back to her anus. Once he reach the nerve-laden entrance, he used the rich essence to lubricate the tender hole before his fingers began to push slowly, gently inside the forbidden entrance.

Her flesh stretched and burned, the overwhelming sensations scouring across her nerve endings.

His fingers retreated, drew more of her juices back and began easing his fingertips slowly, gently inside as she felt the arousal, the hunger burning higher. As though the need were beginning to build a bond she couldn’t resist between them one that refused to release her.

A bond bred from his need for sexual dominance, and her sudden hunger to just submit. To give him anything and everything he could want from her at this moment.

His tongue moved over the swollen curves of her p-ssy, licked between them, then probed at the entrance of her vagina.

Tehya lowered her hips further, trying to get closer to his lips, his tongue as she let her fingers move lower, let them caress and cup the heavy weight of his balls as the heat inside seemed to surround her on the outside.

His tongue, wicked and fevered, f*cked into her p-ssy, burying inside it as she cried out at the smooth penetration, the flaming licks. The feel of his hand at her hips, holding her in place as he pleasured her with each driving stroke of his tongue.

His cock throbbed in her mouth. Sucking him almost to her throat, she was so hungry for him, the taste of him, the touch of him that created a vortex of frantic pleasure. Her nails kneaded at his thighs. Her hips writhed in his grip, pressing against his f*cking tongue, as she fought to breathe. She felt the sensations begin to build, to overtake her, enflaming her as she cried out his name pleadingly.

She was so close. She could feel it just out of reach. She was going to come. It burned in her *, the strokes of his fingers in her rear, the scissoring of his fingers stretching her, sending bursts of pleasure pain tearing through her. Those strokes in her ass were as destructive as the hungry licks of his tongue screwing inside her p-ssy, with fierce strokes.

Panting for breath, her mouth moved on his cock, feeling it tighten as his fingers slid back, then slowly, oh so slowly and gently, began to spread the entrance to her ass with an additional finger.

Her moan vibrated around his cock as she stiffened violently, sharp claws of forbidden sensations racing through her veins on fiery flames.

It was there. The heat began to bloom to an overwhelming height. Tehya shuddered with the ecstasy of it, her body tightening violently as she was flung brutally toward the edge of release.

And just that fast, it was gone.

“No!” She tried to fight as he lifted her quickly from him, attempting to turn, to confront him. She had to return to that edge.

Damn him, he couldn’t stop now.

Pushing against his hands, gasping for air, she fought to straddle his thighs and impale herself on the straining length of his cock.

Instead, she found herself on her knees, his heavy hand between her shoulders, pressing them down until her face rested against the comforter and he was rising behind her, his hands palming the curves of her ass.

“Now, let me show you what I’m going to do with that gorgeous little ass, Tehya,” he growled as he came over to her, his teeth nipping at her shoulder. “Let me show you just how perfectly f*ckable I’ve always known it would be.”

Jordan couldn’t control the need any longer. Every confrontation they’d had over the years, every time she had dared him to take what they both wanted coelesced into a brutal ache of desperation.

Now, he couldn’t deny it.

Reaching to the bedside table and the small bag there, he pulled the tube of personal lubricant free as he moved more fully behind her.

“You’re killing me, Jordan,” she groaned, her tone husky, hungry.

Tehya had known this was coming. The moment she had realized it was him holding her down on her bedroom floor, she had known this was imminent.

“What do you think you do to me, sugar?” he said, the growl in his voice heavy with intent as his hand caressed the curve of her ass. “I use to fantasize this, Tehya. Fantasize about you leaned over as I watched my dick disappear up your tight little ass.”

Tehya’s eyes closed as she dragged in a hard, gasping breath. Behind her, Jordan pressed his lips to the side of her ass as his fingers parted the ripe curves.

Cooling yet heated, his fingers spread a heavy slick gel over the entrance to her rear before his fingers began working inside her once again.

This time his touch wasn’t as slow, or as exploring. He’d already prepared, her body was screaming for it as her nails dug into the sheets beneath her.

“Jordan,” she cried out weakly, her thighs spreading further as she felt the weakening lust sapping her strength and leaving her at his mercy.

“Such a tight little ass,” he groaned as two fingers slipped inside her. “I’ve watched you walk, watched you run, watched you bend over whatever equipment you were working on, that pretty ass tempting me until I felt as though I’d die from the hunger for it.”

Tehya shivered as she felt the sense of dazed submission mixing with a powerful flame of hunger. She was caught in a whirlwind she couldn’t control. One she had no idea how to handle. It whipped through her senses and flung her into a fiery blaze that threatened her sanity.

As his fingers worked inside her, stretching her, preparing the tender tissue that had never known a man’s touch as a heavy shiver raced up her spine.

She could feel the juices of her p-ssy dampening her thighs now. The need rose so high that there was no pain, there was only burning, clawing hunger. Desperation rose inside her, so deep, so dark, it was blinding as she cried out for him, cried out for more.

“Now, Tehya.” His fingers slipped free as she tried to back into them again. She was on the verge of begging for more. “Stay here for me, baby.”

His hand caressed her hip as she felt him move, shift. A second later the the heated, engorged head of his cock pressed against the tight opening of her anus. Her breath caught in her chest, a moan escaping her lips as her fingers curled into the comforter beneath her. She felt him begin to press forward the heavy, flared head of his cock slowly parting her flesh.

Pleasure and pain.

Her flesh stretched, wrapping slowly around the swollen cap of his cock as he pressed inside her ass slowly. The iron-hard, iron-hot width of his erection burned her, stretching the entrance open as she cried out, her senses rocking with an agonized pleasure.

White-hot, blazing sensation wrapped around her as, the heavy width of his flesh pressed into the tender, untouched entrance of her anus.

It was unlike anything she could have ever imagined it would be. It was an agony she wanted to hold on to forever, a pleasure she never wanted to end.

Tehya hadn’t been a virgin when Jordan took her to his bed the first time. She had been far from a virgin. Yet, she had never known how incredible a man’s touch could be. She had never believed she could feel more with Jordan than she had felt before or imagined she could feel.

“Ah, Tehya,” he growled behind her, his voice dark and rough as his cock breached the tight ring of muscles that flexed and shuddered around the blunt crest.

“Jordan.” The whimper in her own voice sent another shudder through her, the realization that she could feel herself falling deeper into the maelstrom created by his touch, by his possession, rushed through her.

As Jordan felt the snug muscles of her ass clamp around his dick, he had to grit his teeth to hold back the groan of pure male pleasure. He could feel himself losing control. And control was something he prided himself on. It was something he never lost, not with any woman especially not during this act. Until Tehya.

He could feel the perspiration gathering on his forehead, his shoulders. He retreated until only the throbbing head of his cock remained inside her and fought to drag in a ragged breath.

It was exquisite. It was a conflagration racing up his spine as his hands tightened on her hips, once, twice, before he completely lost himself inside her.

He thrust forward, buried deep and groaned as her ass flexed around his cock. Pushing his fingers beneath her, Jordan buried them between her thighs and found the swollen, slick folds of her p-ssy, then the tight, hard bud straining forward.

Her * was a hard little bud, throbbing as brutally as the head of his cock. Her juices lay thick and heavy on the heated curves as he found the drenched, tight entrance of her p-ssy and worked two fingers inside the satiny depths.

The walls of her p-ssy rippled around his fingers as he f*cked them inside her. The muscles of her anus gripped him, milking his dick and pulling him deeper inside her as he fought to catch his breath. He knew it was too late to worry about holding onto his control. Much too late to worry about what he might be losing.

Something as important as losing his heart. A heart he had never suspected he possessed.

He gave his head a hard shake. Either from rejection of the thought or in desperation as he fought his loss of control.

Unfortunately, it was too damned late to hold anything back.

His cock, his fingers.

His f*cking heart.

Before Jordan knew it, he was thrusting inside her like a man possessed by a demon of carnal need. As she cried for more, he gave her all he had.

He wasn’t taking her easy, he wasn’t taking her with the tenderness he’d wanted to show her.

Hell no.

There was no time for finesse, no time for tenderness or grace. His balls were so tight they felt tortured, his cock so f*cking hard it was steel.

His fingers screwed into the ultra-tight depths of her p-ssy f*cking her hard, just as he felt her tightening in nearing release.

Sweet heaven have mercy on him, he was f*cking her ass with heavy thrusts, feeling her milk him, her ass sucking at his hard flesh like the hottest, tightest little mouth.

The pad of his palm pressed into her *, feeling the swollen bud heating and throbbing as his fingers moved inside her.

Her p-ssy tightened.

Her ass tightened with a bite of pure rapture around his dick flexing and stroking every thrusting inch as he drove to the hilt inside her.

Hell, she was going to come. He could feel her orgasm building. Her body tightened, and in that moment, nothing mattered but Tehya’s pleasure. Nothing mattered but her satisfaction, and ultimately holding her to him as she began to explode around his flesh.

Pleasure was agony. Pain was ecstasy.

Liquid rapture, white-hot and searing, flowed through Tehya’s veins as she heard the cries tearing from her throat. She was lost to reason and lost to reality as it exploded through her.

“God yes!” Behind her, Jordan thrust hard and heavy inside her, his cock burning the depths of her ass, the stretching, heavy ache building to a rapture she couldn’t resist.

She wanted the edge. She wanted to leap into the pure, blinding ecstasy she could feel just out of reach, hovering, awaiting her. She was there, tiny eruptions rocking through her as she kept climbing, kept fighting for that ultimate release.

“Better than my dreams,” Jordan snarled behind her as his fingers f*cked her harder reaching inside the depths of her p-ssy. His fingertips caressed high and up, stroking that small bundle of nerves just behind her *, a hit-and-miss caress that kept her teetering, kept her flying.

Liquid flames licked over her flesh now, reached into her veins.

“Jordan.” She clawed at the comforter, her hips thrusting back to him, driving him harder inside the sensitive entrance as she felt the rush of adrenaline and exhilaration surging through her.

She needed. Oh God, she needed so bad.

“Please,” she cried hoarsely.

“Not yet.” His voice was thick, heavy. “Hold on Tey. Just hold on, baby. Let it build. Let it burn for me.”

Burn more?

She was dying. She couldn’t bear it if it burned more. If the flames licked hotter inside her.

“Now,” she cried out, begging, ready to plead.

Oh God, she was begging.

“Not yet. Tehya, baby, you’re so tight. So exquisite.”

Her womb clenched, her p-ssy rippled with impending orgasm.

She needed it. She had to come. If she didn’t come then didn’t know if she could survive it.

She needed release so desperately that the agony of waiting had perspiration slicking her skin, had her juices spilling from her vagina. They eased past the fingers thrusting inside her with ever-increasing strokes.

She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t survive another minute.

Suddenly, burningly, as his fingers pressed more firmly, rubbed, caressed, she exploded.

Every muscle tightened, her bones locked, her head tilting back as a wail tore past her lips, and she began to shudder violently with the orgasm that tore violently through her.

Pleasure was the center of an internal sun imploding. Heat, flames, a burning crescendo that overwhelmed her and sent pure, intense sensation ripping through her body.

Behind her, Jordan thrust into her, elevating her orgasm, prolonging it, and finally sending another sharp burst radiating in the middle of the first as she felt his release suddenly begin spurting inside her.

The final, hard thrust inside her was followed by the deep fiery spurts of semen filling her rear. Each pulse was followed a hard jerk of his body against her. The fingers at her hip tightening, the ones buried in her p-ssy caressing that sensitive little spot deep inside her.

It seemed to go on forever.

She wanted it to never end. She couldn’t survive it much longer, but she wanted to hold it inside her forever.

“God! Tehya!” Growling, savage, the sharp exclamation came as the final burst of his release filled her and the last hard explosion of pleasure tore through her body. Ripples of heat, her nerve endings pulsing, her p-ssy clenched and milked him as the final shudders shook through her.

Tehya collapsed against the bed.

There wasn’t an ounce of energy in her body. All but the most necessary brain impulses shuddered to a stop. She could breathe, that was it. She hoped she wasn’t required to do much more.

Her eyes closed and she simply drifted.

Behind her, Jordan lay over her, his weight braced on one arm as she felt his fingers ease from her gripping p-ssy.

She shivered at the additional pleasure, shocked that there was enough energy in her body to do that much.

His lips brushed against her shoulder.

His chest heaved at her back at he fought for breath with the same desperation she felt.

She could feel him.

Inside her.

Not just inside her body, not just buried in her rear, his cock still throbbing and hard. But inside her. As though he had found a way to penetrate her very spirit, to steal it, to possess it in ways she knew it could never be possessed again.

“Sweet Tehya,” he whispered, moving slowly away from her and pulling a cry from her as she felt him withdraw until his body was no longer locked to hers.

She was glad her face was buried in the blanket, glad he couldn’t see her expression, or he would have seen the tears she had to blink back.

Oh God, she loved him.

No, she had always loved him. From the moment her eyes had met his in Aruba, years before she was inducted into the Elite Ops, she had loved him.

No other man had touched her since that night. No other man had possessed so much as a dream or a fantasy in all those years.

She belonged to Jordan Malone, a man she knew didn’t want or need the heart she had given to him. A man who believed love was no more than an illusion.

“Sweet Tehya.” He brushed her hair aside as his lips pressed to the back of her neck in a lingering kiss before shifting from her.

She lost his possession of her. She lost the warmth of his body even though he moved no further than to lie beside her.

“What am I going to do with you?” he whispered, his voice so low she almost missed what he had said.

She certainly had a few ideas there.

Her head turned slowly as she forced her eyes to open.

“What did you say?” She had heard him, she just wanted to be certain he had said what she thought he had.

He stared back at her, his eyes such a brilliant sapphire blue she was instantly lost in them.

If she could just live here forever. Just like this.

His lips quirked slowly. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he said then.

Tehya frowned. She could have sworn she had heard something more, something akin to regret in his voice. And she was damned certain that was not what he had said.

He brushed her hair from her face, the heavy curls trailing around her as she laid her head on her arms and stared up at him. He reclined beside her, using the palm of his hand to hold his head up, a grin almost quirking his lips.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, though she knew better.

She would only be fine until the day he walked away from her once again. After that, God only knew if she could survive intact. Walking away, or watching him walk away, would be the second hardest thing she had ever done in her life. The first was walking away the first time.

His fingertip eased over the curve of her face.

“You burn me alive, Tehya,” he said, his voice low, as he stared back at her.

She remained silent, her heart leaping in her throat, hope digging sharp claws into her tender heart.

He breathed out slowly, heavily.

“You do the same to me, Jordan,” she whispered back, her need to hear more almost a physical hunger.

His gaze flickered and darkened.

“It starts tomorrow,” he said his expression growing, not exactly distant, but no longer as soft as it had been. “The senator’s first party to introduce his son-in-law to his backers will be held at the Stanton estate.”

Her throat tightened. She didn’t want to discuss this right now.

“I’d prefer to glow just a little longer,” she told him with false amusement. “Let’s talk about this later, okay?”

When her heart wasn’t breaking because the sweet nothings hadn’t lasted long enough after the most incredible orgasm of her life.

“Tehya, we don’t have time to wait.” His fingers tightened on her face as she moved to turn away from him. “I have to know now, can you handle facing the Taites? Can you endure an introduction and pretend you don’t know them? Can you bear to walk away from your family without…”

“They’re not my family.” She had no idea if they were even likeable. She couldn’t miss what she had never had.

It was that simple. She wasn’t going to argue the point.

“Tey, look at me.” The gentleness in his tone nearly broke the fragile shell of her defenses. “Why? What’s holding you back from taking what belongs to you? Your family, and your inheritance?”

Did he sincerely want to know? Why did he want to know? God, he wasn’t supposed to switch gears like this. He was supposed to maintain some kind of consistency, wasn’t he? There was nothing worse than someone who switched gears that easily.

“Look.” She breathed out wearily. “Right now, they’re none the wiser and neither am I. Any heirs my mother had are assumed dead. I’m assumed dead. If I return, they’ll always fear I’m there to claim my inheritance. They’ll never believe otherwise. They’ll never trust me. It’s a no-win situation, Jordan, and I’m tired of fighting. I just want to rest for a while, nothing more. And returning to, or should I say, trying to enter, the bosom of my family, isn’t something I’ve put on my agenda this year.”

She was tired of fighting, she was tired of being alone, and she was tired of the shadows that refused to allow her any peace.

She was simply exhausted, and once this was over, she wanted to hide and heal the wounds gathering in her heart.

Staring back at him, she realized she wanted only to rest in his arms.

“Come here, baby.” His arms tightened around her, drawing her to him. “I’ll be there with you,” he promised. “Lean on me if you have to. But when this is over, it’s a discussion we’ll have again. This decision isn’t set in stone.”

Unfortunately, it was. She had set it in stone long ago, and she intended to keep it there.