Amy's Advantage (24 page)

He leaned closer to her, close enough to kiss her neck right
below her ear, making her shiver. “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered. His
fingers continued to drive in, twist and stroke, bringing her to the shimmering
edge of an orgasm.

Words were not an option at the moment, so she shook her
head no. He nipped her earlobe. “Good.” He intensified the rhythm and she could
hear the wet slap of his fingers going in and out of her pussy as colors
started to dance before her eyes.

Suddenly he pressed upward with both fingers, the pads
rubbing hard against that extremely sensitive spot. Just as suddenly, his thumb
pressed against her clit and he yanked his fingers out. She screamed and her
hips bucked and she felt a hot stream of liquid follow his fingers.

Never would she have believed orgasms could vary so widely.
Though her eyes opened as wide as they could go, she saw nothing but a bright
flash of blazing light that laced ecstasy through her blood. She shut them
tightly, but it was too late.

The blast of raw energy was just as dazzling against the
dark canvas of her closed eyes. Her body felt supersensitized and she could
hear the harshness of the breath she dragged in, forcing it down her throat and
into her lungs. In her new role as a freakin’ supernatural sex goddess, she’d
swear she could feel the individual threads woven together in the cotton of the
expensive sheets she lay on and would be able to identify the touch of Jordyn’s
hand from the weight, temperature and texture of his skin as it rested on her
thigh.

“You’re smiling.” Jordyn sounded amused.

“Am I?” she asked. Even with her eyes closed, the room spun
as if it were a drunken man on merry-go-round and her body continued to hum
while tendrils of sensation continued flickering under her skin. She was pretty
sure her bones had just been melted and were just now starting to unwillingly
reform.

“Yes, you are.” Jordyn’s hand moved from her thigh to rest,
fingers splayed, on her stomach. Which growled inelegantly and loudly.

Embarrassed, she opened her eyes quickly and found him
grinning down at her.

“Time for dinner,” he said.

She pushed up on her elbows, a wave of dizziness swizzling
through her brain for a moment. “Wow,” she said, blinking. “You really put the
whammy on me.”

“The whammy, huh?”

Carefully, she tried sitting up straighter. A cold wet spot
on the sheet stuck to her leg. “Jeez, you got the bed all wet too.”

He sat up as well. “That would be all you, honey.”

She frowned. “I don’t think I’ve ever had quite that
reaction before. Or made such a mess.”

“No worries,” he said as he leaned over to kiss her. His
cock brushed against her thigh, still hard and long with a full erection as it
bounced against her leg.

“Oh dear. We need to do something about that.” Her stomach
growled again as her hand wrapped around his shaft.

He lifted her hand away. “After dinner.”

“But—”

“No arguments. Get in the shower and then we’ll go
downstairs to eat.”

Her rumbling stomach drowned out any protest she might have
made. She scooted to the edge of the bed and tested the strength in her legs.
Her knees were a little wobbly, but not bad. Looking at him over her shoulder,
she asked, “Want to join me in the shower?”

“Not if you want to eat any time in the next three hours.”
Sitting up against the headboard, he reached for the TV remote. “Go on,” he
said as the TV flashed on. “I have plans for you, but you’re going to need food
to keep up your strength.”

With a smile of expectation, she dashed into the bathroom.
When she glanced over her shoulder, she caught him watching her ass and put an
extra wiggle in it before she closed the door. Leaning against the cool wood
for a minute, she looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled at the image of a
woman who’d been effectively ravished and whose body still glowed with the
aftereffects of amazing sex. And she still had two drawers of fun stuff he
hadn’t even seen.

A school-girl giddiness bubbled over into a giggle she hoped
was masked by the sound of the TV. The next sixty-plus hours sure as hell
looked promising.

After completing her shower in record time, she wrapped
herself in a towel to get her clothes from the other room. Jordyn was still on
the bed watching TV, though he’d put his pants back on.

“Do you want to take a shower before I do my hair and
makeup?”

His expression was impossible to read. “No,” he said.
“Finish in the bathroom and then I’ll take a shower. It won’t take me long.”

She gathered up what she needed, stopping at the dresser to
choose one of the bra and panty sets she’d gotten today. With her back to
Jordyn, she wasn’t sure if he were watching her or not. “Accidentally” she
dropped the lacy bra and when she bent down to pick it up, surreptitiously
glanced at him from under her lashes.

Without a doubt, she had his complete attention. He was
watching her with a raw hunger that sent everything feminine inside of her
fluttering as crazily as a butterfly convention on steroids. Grabbing the bra,
she held the rest of her clothes to her chest tightly, tossed a chunk of curls
over her shoulder and walked back to the bathroom as nonchalantly as she could,
wondering what the hell she’d asked for with this man.

Her questions still remained when she exited the bathroom,
fully dressed and the armor of completed hair and makeup in place. She came to
a sudden stop when she saw him standing in front of the dresser, both drawers
pulled out as he surveyed the contents. In one hand he held one of a variety of
flavored lubricants and in the other a pair of pink padded handcuffs.

The sight of the rather dainty restraints cradled in the
palm of his large, masculine hand gave her that melty sensation low in her
belly and made her mouth go dry. It didn’t help that he still only had on his
pants. There was just something so incredibly sexy about him standing there,
bare feet, bare chest, holding sex toys.

He looked up at her and the fire in his eyes razed through
her, making her want to pat her body down and check to make sure she was still
fully clothed. His expression made her think she’d only imagined getting
dressed and had actually walked out of the bathroom stark naked.

“These are yours?” he asked.

She nodded, lifting her chin and going for worldly wise. A
hard act to pull off since she felt the rising heat of a blush on her neck.
“Yes,” she said. “I got them today.”

His expression changed as a sudden frown leveled his brows
and tightened the planes on his face. “You left the room to go shopping? For
sex toys?”

The fluttering in her belly swirled toward lust as she
watched his fingers curl into a fist around the handcuffs. “No,” she said,
forcing herself to look away from the restraints. “According to Shelby, the
concierge you spoke to and who also helped me get some new clothes, sex toys
are not an uncommon request. They even have a list of items you can purchase
through a discreet shop that delivers 24/7.”

Jordyn glanced down at the items in his hands. “You
personally chose everything in these two drawers?”

Nerves jangled down her spine and she crossed her arms under
her breasts, her fingernails biting into her palms. “Yes, but if anything
offends you, we don’t have to try it.”

“Offends me?” His voice sounded strange, but his expression
gave no clue as to what he was feeling about discovering her stash.

The muscles across her shoulders tightened as she pressed
her arms closer to her body. “I just thought it might be fun to have options.”

“Options.” Again, no clue-giving inflection in his voice.

God, she’d give just about anything to know what the hell he
was thinking. His frown was still in place, but his gaze had switched to the
contents of the drawer. The bubbling up of nervous words was starting its
predictable rumbling. To keep them from spilling out, she clamped her lips
together. Jordyn set the lubricant back in the drawer and picked up a set of
anal beads.

“Look,” she blurted out, “we don’t have to use any of that.
I just was feeling adventurous. I’m not the kind of person who normally keeps
an entire collection of sex toys and have rarely actually used any, but I was
thinking what the hell, since I’m going to be jumping into another world, why
not try something new before I left? I mean, that is if you’re okay with it and
I know there are a lot there, but when Shelby showed me the list, they all just
looked so fun and sexy I might have gone overboard—”

“Amy.”

She stopped her rambling abruptly and dropped her arms to
her sides, which at some point had come unwrapped from around her waist to
gesture wildly about, accentuating random points. “What?”

After placing the items back in the drawer, he pushed both
the drawers closed and leaned against the dresser. For a long minute, Jordyn
stared at her, all emotion veiled in his eyes, and she began to wonder if she’d
grown a second nose. Finally he asked, “Have you ever used any of those types
of toys before?”

Her chin came up and she ignored the embarrassed flush
creeping up toward her ears again. “Of course.”

He raised his eyebrows at her. “Which ones?”

The heat of her blush rushed to the top of her head. She
licked her lips. “A vibrator.”

Abruptly he straightened and stalked into the bathroom
without sparing her a glance. “I’ll be out in ten,” he said.

Staring at the closed bathroom door, Amy chewed on her
bottom lip. The man was impossible. There’d been a point when they were making
love earlier that she thought he was really into it, but now, even after seeing
everything she’d bought, he’d closed up as if it were midnight on Main Street
in a small town.

By the time he got out of the shower and led the way out of
the room, she was really worked up. She’d gone from feeling apologetic about
being so forward with him—pretty much since they’d met—to angry that he might
ruin the last few days she had on this planet. Literally.

If Jordyn noticed any change in her demeanor, he didn’t
comment. In fact, other than asking her if she was ready, he hadn’t said a word
to her.

In silence, they both watched the bank of closed elevator
doors. Amy’s arms were back to being crossed under her breasts and she was
determined to play the silent game as long as he did. Each passing second that
he didn’t speak, she got angrier and angrier. When the elevator doors slid
open, she stepped into the middle and planted herself, forcing Jordyn to
maneuver around her as he pushed the button for the lobby.

Glaring at the descending numbers that glowed against the
dark panel, she felt the anger swirl to the top of her head and settle into
resentment. How
dare
the man ruin these last few,
precious
hours
she had left on Earth? And all over a handful of sex toys, for heaven’s sake.

“It’s
not
a big deal, you know,” she blurted out.

Her peripheral vision informed her that he had turned to
look at her, but she kept her glare straight ahead.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

That did it. Acting as if he didn’t know what was going on?
She rounded on him, her arms flung down to her sides, hands fisted. “The sex
toys,” she said, the
ding
of the elevator transforming into some cosmic
exclamation point. “Handcuffs are not that big of a deal. It’s not like I
bought a bunch of whips and ball crushers.”

Jordyn’s attention was no longer on her, but on the
elevator’s entrance. Amy turned her head to follow his gaze. They had stopped
at the third floor and the doors had opened to reveal a middle-aged man
standing with his wife and two boys, all frozen in place as Amy’s statement
greeted them. The woman’s smile had iced over her teeth and the older child’s
eyes were round as golf balls. When the younger one took a step toward the
elevator, his mother’s hand slapped down across his chest to pull him back
against her, the smile still petrified on her face.

The man cleared his throat. “We’ll…umm…take the next one.”

A thick silence enveloped the small group as they waited,
unmoving, for the doors to close. Amy could hear her heart thumping in her
chest as loud as a rock band’s drum solo as the doors finally slid back into
place and their descent continued.

Letting out a long breath, Amy muttered, “Well,
that
was
embarrassing.”

“Perhaps that conversation should wait until we’re back in
the room,” Jordyn said drily.

The elevator bell dinged as they arrived at the lobby.
Without answering or looking at Jordyn, she strode, head held high, to the
restaurant.

Chapter Fourteen

Dinner was a quiet affair in a quiet restaurant and gave
Jordyn time to collect his thoughts and rein in the fantasies inspired by her
recent purchases. The neat, folded little piles of lace and ribbon spurred no
end of erotic images of Amy in and out of the lingerie but when he opened the
second drawer and found an entire selection of sex toys, he was damn sure his
head had exploded. He’d been trying to pick up the pieces ever since.

When she mentioned she’d used a vibrator, the mental picture
that had formed of her laying on the bed, spread before him and making herself
climax with the toy left him with two options. Get out of the room or fuck Amy
immediately. And if he went with the latter, they’d end up eating breakfast
instead of dinner.

His shower was quick. It would have been quicker, but he
used the image of Amy and a vibrator to get rid of the hard-on and take the
teeth out of his lust enough to get through dinner. Teeth that had grown and
sharpened as he sat across from her at the small table during the last hour.

Amy had been upset with him since he came out of the shower,
but that was something he couldn’t help. He had to keep his focus on the
mission of getting her fed and ignored her attempts to draw him into any
conversation that would derail that goal. They just needed to eat and return to
the room as fast as possible.

However, Amy obviously hadn’t felt the same need. She’d
ordered a glass of wine when they were seated, had another with dinner and
another with dessert. With each glass, more of her irritation and tension fell
away and she became more talkative. Not long or loud enough to draw attention
to their table, but she’d definitely let go of whatever had upset her enough to
stop glaring at him.

He glanced at her now standing next to him, once again in
the elevator. She had a mellow, contented expression on her face and seemed to
have wound down some from the humorous, but very long-winded recounting of a
high school ski trip.

This was the first time he’d seen this side of her—relaxed
and carefree without any hint of shadows in her eyes as she talked and laughed.
A fierce desire to see her like this always pierced through him along with a
sudden antipathy toward any man she would, he was sure, find to share her
future with.

She bumped his arm with her shoulder. He looked down into
her upturned face, her beautiful green eyes bright and wide with wine and
mischief.

“So,” she said, “are we still going to have sex tonight?”

Whatever he’d been thinking or feeling in the previous
second was extinguished by a raw desire for this woman. When she was close, it
was never far from the shallows and she had a way of luring it to within
fighting distance of the surface almost instantaneously. He kept its head under
water with a force of will.

“Yes.”

She nodded once. “Good. I was afraid I had scared you off
earlier with all those…” she flopped her hand around in a circle and then stage
whispered, “
sex toys.”

The tightness that had started at the back of his neck moved
up to his scalp.

Her lips pressed together in a straight line as she squinted
up at him. When he didn’t respond, she said, “You’re not one for much
conversation when it comes to sex, are you?”

He was saved from having to answer by the musical tone
announcing their arrival on their floor. Ushering her out of the elevator, he
kept his hand at the small of her back down the hall. Thankfully, she made no
comment as they passed another couple going in the opposite direction and he
had her back inside the room, door locked, within seconds. After securing the
manual lock and tossing the key card on the counter, he turned to find Amy
staring at him, feet apart and hands on her hips.

He glanced around the room, looking for a reason for her
perturbed expression. Amy stepped past him and turned on the desk lamp,
illuminating the muted colors of the room in a golden warmth. “What’s wrong?”
he asked warily, having absolutely no idea what might be going through her
head.

“It is taking you an extraordinarily long time to kiss me,”
she said, rolling
extraordinarily
out beyond the required six syllables.
“You should have kissed me in the elevator. I like being kissed and you haven’t
kissed me all night. I don’t want to have sex with a man who won’t kiss me.”

He would have smiled at her slightly drunken petulance, but
the sudden harsh need to have her swept all levity away. “I wouldn’t have
stopped with a kiss,” he said, reaching for her.

“I’d have been okay with that,” she mumbled as he pulled her
against him.

His mouth closed over hers as he backed her against the
closest wall and kissed her with all the heat and fire that had been building
in him since the last time he’d been inside her. She wrapped her arms around
his neck and kissed him back with carnal abandon as he ran his hands down her
sides and around to squeeze her ass. Roughly, he brought her hips against him,
pressing her body hard into the ridge of his erection.

With a low moan, she pulled at his shirt and opened her
mouth wider. Their tongues swirled around each other and the taste of wine,
chocolate and Amy filled his mouth and stirred his craving further. He thrust in
and out of her mouth, not allowing her to gain the reins of the kiss, though
she struggled to do so, pushing her tongue into his mouth in another bid at
control. She arched against him and managed to get her hands under his shirt,
sliding her cool palms up the length of his back.

He closed his lips around her tongue and sucked. When she
responded with her nails, he nipped her bottom lip. Instantly her hands
flattened and she pulled away from the kiss and took a deep breath.

“Your kisses are making me dizzy.”

“It’s the wine,” he said against her neck, trailing a line
of kisses toward her collarbone.

With a sultry laugh, she shook her head. “I know how wine
makes me feel and this is way beyond that.”

Finding the rapid pulse at the base of her throat, he circled
it with his tongue and then locked his mouth around it, sucking the quickened
beat against his teeth. She gasped and he felt her nails again as she tensed
under him.

“Get inside me,” she ordered. “Right now.”

Abruptly, he straightened and whipped her sweater up and
over her head. The black lace bra he’d seen her handle earlier was doing its
job at creating a sexy promised land out of her breasts.

She reached for his belt, but he stopped her. “Not yet,” he
said. “I want to be able to pay attention to you this time.” Going down on one
knee, he helped her out of her shoes while she unfastened her zipper. By the
time he was setting aside the second shoe and sock, she was wriggling her pants
down over her hips.

Stepping out of the pile of clothes, she stood before him
left only in her bra and panties. Slapping her hands down on her bare thighs,
she said, “There.
Now
will you fuck me?”

A slow, hungry smile curved his mouth as he took his time
standing back up, his gaze moving over her, as tonight he didn’t try to fill
his mind with anything and everything that would distract him. She, like her
sisters, had inherited her mother’s light skin along with the green eyes and
auburn hair most often associated with the Mystics from their world.

Velvet ivory, her soft skin glowed against the dark lingerie
in the dimly lit room. The sides of her panties were nothing more than a pair
of thin, satin ribbons that swept up high over the curve of her hips. His pulse
kicked up as he eyed the lacy triangle that formed the front. The pattern in
the gossamer material
almost
hid her mons, teasing with only shadow and
suggestion of what he knew was there.

Following the elegant indention of her waist up to the
rounded fullness of her breasts, he watched Amy take a deep, shaky breath, stretching
the dainty lace to its limit. As with the panties, the bra was designed to hide
and reveal at the same time, the swirling pattern highlighting her nipples even
as it covered them.

“Well?” she asked, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind
her ear. A moment later it pulled free, twisting back into its natural spiral.
Gleams of red caught brief sparks of light shifting through her curls as she
placed her hands on her hips. “What are you waiting on?”

He reached out and pulled her toward him, one hand between
her shoulder blades and the other on her ass. Holding her against him as he
kissed her, he ran his hands over her in several possessive sweeps. By the time
he pulled his mouth away he knew her bra fastened in the front and that the
only part of her panties he hadn’t seen was the thin g-string at the back.

As he kissed her, he’d walked them into the bedroom area
until they were standing in front of the dresser. When he released her, she
turned to get in bed, but he caught her wrist and stopped her.

“Wait,” he said.

Her impatient frown was replaced by anticipation as he
opened the dresser drawer she’d put all the new toys in. When he took out the
blindfold, she smiled. “Who gets to wear that first?”

“You.” He placed it on her head, making sure it would stay
in place and completely covered her eyes. “Stand still,” he ordered when she
started to fidget while he rummaged through the other items, finding the ones
he wanted. When he was done, he rolled over the desk chair and steered her into
the seat.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Exploring options.” He kissed her neck and caught her
wrists, bringing them together behind the back of the chair where he bound them
with the padded pink cuffs he’d found earlier. When they snicked shut, Amy drew
in a quiet, but sudden breath and instinctively pulled on the restraints. They
didn’t give. Then, with his hands on her hips, he guided her forward until her
bottom was at the edge of the seat.

He stepped away, looking down at her. Her bottom lip was
between her teeth and her breasts were thrust out as she sat waiting for him.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed.

Amy’s chin jerked up. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Yes, she had. Amy licked her lips and considered what she
had gotten herself into. The buzz from the wine was making it hard to think
really clearly, but she was pretty sure she’d be a lot more nervous right now
if she didn’t have three glasses of it spinning through her body. She had to
admit, the edge in his voice kind of turned her on.

“What if I don’t?” she asked.

The chair dipped forward as Jordyn leaned on it. She felt
the heat of his skin next to her face, the breath of his words against her ear
as he said, “Then I’ll make you.”

Suddenly the three glasses of wine were no match for
Jordyn’s intimidation. There was something there in his voice that demanded
instant compliance. Not that she’d ever believe he’d hurt her, but his words
carried a weight that bore down with such an autocratic certainty that her legs
were moving before she’d completely processed the request.

“Good,” he said. The chair rocked backward as he released
it.

The brush of heat radiating from his body suddenly
disappeared and she felt the cool of the now empty space beside her. Chill
bumps raced up her arms and her nipples ached with the sudden tightening as
they pushed out against the lace of her bra.

An appreciative hum came from in front of her. “Very nice,”
Jordyn said.

Soft shuffling sounds came from the bed and then nothing.
The room was silent and she waited. And waited. She didn’t hear anything, not
even the stealthy pad of feet on carpet. Holy hell. Had he tied her up and
left? “Jordyn?” Her voice came out small and uncertain.

“Yes?”

Her shoulders slumped in relief. “You’re still here.”

“Of course.”

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at you.”

“Looking at me?”

“Yes.”

The intensity in his voice had her breath stuttering out as
the thought of what she must look like to him filled her imagination. Skimpy
black lace lingerie barely covered the pertinent parts and her hands were
handcuffed behind the back of the chair, pushing her breasts right out there.
And now she had spread her legs for him. She hadn’t paid much attention to the
panties and didn’t know if the crotch was see-through or not. If it was, Jordyn
was certainly getting a show.

Something cold landed on the nipple of her left breast and
made her jump. “What was that?”

Jordyn didn’t answer, but the same cold liquid landed on her
right nipple as well. The smell of strawberries floated up to her nose and she
realized he was dripping one of the fruit flavored lubricants onto her breasts.
She arched her back, hoping to tempt him to lick it off.

No such luck. Rather, he dribbled a line of it down the
center of her stomach, over her panties until it trickled through the material
and down over her clit. The cool liquid slid down through her heat and
instinctively she started to bring her legs together.

“Keep them spread.” Jordyn’s command was curt and effective.
Immediately she widened her legs and waited.

She heard the soft click of the lubricant bottle on the
dresser’s top and was just about to beg for his touch when both of her nipples
were squeezed between his fingers and thumbs.

A shock of sensation bolted through her. She gasped and sat
up straighter, but found she couldn’t go far as her arms were still handcuffed
behind the chair, restricting her movements. At the same time, her legs jerked
toward each other, but she discovered that Jordyn had stepped between them and
kept them separated by his own.

The rough material of his pants scraped her inner thighs,
but she pressed harder against them. He responded by twisting her nipples and
tugging them forward. Between the slippery friction of the wet material and the
insistent pressure he kept on her nipples, her desire continued to build as
streaks of electricity ran between her breasts and pussy. She knew she was
getting wet, and as she heated, her own scent began to mingle with the
artificial strawberry fragrance.