Out Bad (20 page)

They wouldn’t be looking for him.  Not at first
anyway.  They would look for the ways to hurt him the most and it wouldn’t
take someone following him long to figure out he cared about Gwen.  More
than cared. 

He watched as she finished her food and crumpled up the
empty wrappers before tossing them into the wastebasket by the table.  She
kicked off her shoes and walked across the room, twisting her long hair into a
knot at the back of her head as she went.  Grabbing the remote off the
long chest below the television, she backed up and sat on the upholstered bench
at the end of the king size bed.

She shivered as the air conditioner kicked back on, blowing
a cool breeze across the room, the chill bringing her nipples to tight peaks under
her gauzy floral dress. 

He immediately went hard, the zipper of his fly digging into
him uncomfortably leaving him wanting nothing more than to adjust, but he
resisted hoping the discomfort would discourage his body’s reaction to
her. 

She shivered again, her buds growing impossibly
tighter.  He could almost feel them beneath is tongue, relaxing first as
he pulled them into the heat of his mouth then puckering again under the gentle
scraping of his teeth.

Jumping up, he grabbed his bag, trying to keep his back to
her so she didn’t see his undeniable excitement.  “I’m
gonna
take a shower.” 

He headed to the bathroom.  He needed to do something
or it was going to be a very long night.

It was going to be a very long night. 

Joe walked out of the bathroom, the droplets from his hair
soaking the shoulders of his t-shirt. He should have tried to dry it a little
more, but he felt like the time he was taking was about to become suspicious so
he hurried to dry off and dress, forgetting about his hair.

From the looks of the current situation, he probably should
have spent a little more time in the shower.  Gwen was propped up on the
bed, covers pushed back, in a teeny, tiny t-shirt that probably wouldn’t cover
her
ass
if she stood up. 

Please God don’t let her stand up.

“Feel better?”  She smiled and he thought he caught a
glimpse of satisfaction in her eyes.

“Not really.”  A few minutes ago he thought he felt
much better, now he was surprised at his own virility. 

He held his bag against his chest as he tried to decide what
in the hell he was going to do.

He looked at the couch.  The small loveseat would be
miserable to sleep on, but sleeping next to Gwen in that shirt would be
agonizing.

“Joe, this isn’t your fault.  Heath is a great
cop.  He’s going to figure all this out and everything is going to be
fine.”  She patted the bed beside her, no clue that her assumptions about
the cause of his distress were way off. 

“Come relax and watch TV with me.”

He had two options right now.  Option one, go sit on
the bed beside Gwen and spend an evening of slow torture while he tried to keep
his hands, and his obnoxious pecker, away from her.  Option two, leave the
hotel and take his chances on not getting killed. 

Definitely option two. The odds were better.

“Please.” 

Gwen got off the bed.  He fought to keep his eyes on
her face.  Nothing good would come of him looking anywhere else. 
“Just try to relax.” 

She stopped in front of him, the bag he clung to keeping her
from being able to get too close.  “Think of it like a mini
vacation.” 

She ran her hands up his arms, his skin jumping at the
softness of her touch.  She meant to be soothing, but all she was doing
was stoking the fire burning inside him.

She grabbed the bag.  “Put your bag down.”  She
tugged at it, trying to pull it from his grip.  “Unless you’re thinking of
running away.”  She gave him a wink as she yanked the bag, managing to
pull it free, and tossed it on top of hers.

“Much better.”  She stepped forward as she wrapped her arms
around his neck. 

He cringed inwardly as her breath caught as their bodies
met.  The cotton shorts he packed left nowhere to hide. 

Her lips parted and her pupils dilated as she pushed up
against him more firmly, her  belly rubbing against the underside of his
dick, his shorts doing very little to protect him from the sensation.

“Sweetheart.”  His voice broke as he tried to think of
a way to get her back in the bed and far away from him. 

He tried to step back, but only had a few inches before his
back was up against the wall.  Literally. 

She moved with him, keeping her body pressed firmly against
his, the wall at his back leaving him no way to ease the pressure of her
rubbing against him.  “Gwen.  I think you need to go back to
bed.” 

And maybe put on some pants.

 “I agree.”  She pulled hard on his neck bringing
her mouth to his as she continued that slow sway of her belly against the
underside of his straining cock. 

She broke their kiss before running her lips up the side of
his neck, biting gently as she went.  “But I want you to come with me.”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”  He couldn't even
manage to take her out for a proper date.  All the time they’d spent
together had been chaos.  He wanted to give her what she deserved.  Dinner,
flowers, romance.  This wasn’t how he imagined it would be.

She put her hand between them, running her hand slowly up
and down the length of his shaft through his shorts, pausing to let the pad of
her thumb tease the tip. 

“It doesn’t seem like you think that’s a bad idea.” 
She continued her slow torment, watching him intently as she did.  “Maybe
I could convince you to change your mind?”  She tucked the fingers of her
other hand into the elastic waistband of his pants and started to slide in.

He should stop her.  He should sleep on the couch and
leave her the bed.  He shouldn't sleep with Gwen until...

Until...

Fuck it. 

He grabbed her wrists and laced her arms around his neck
before wrapping his arms tightly around her and pulling her hard against
him.  He covered her mouth  with his as he let his hands run down her
body, stopping to palm the fullness of her bottom.  He pulled her up
against him as he ground against her. 

She pushed her upper body away from him and tugged her shirt
over her head before pressing back against him, her bare breasts making him
wish he'd skipped the shirt after his shower.

Her tongue ran along his lips as she pulled one of his hands
free and cupped it around her breast, covering his hand with hers.  “Touch
me.”

It was one thing to know you're dealing with a woman who's
used to being in control.  Gwen was the boss.  She ran the
show.  He expected her to be the same way in the bedroom.  He was
prepared.  He thought. 

Having a woman who not only wanted you touching her, but
wasn’t scared to tell you so was probably the sexiest thing he'd ever
experienced, and that was going to be a terrible thing.

He'd never wanted to impress a woman more.  Make a
woman feel better.  Leave her panting, breathless and soaking wet, moaning
his name.  That all seemed like it was going to happen, but he might not
be on the side of the equation he thought he would.

“Please.”  She squeezed her hand where it remained over
his.  The feel of her soft flesh under his palm made him grow harder than
he thought possible.  He needed to turn this around at least a little bit
or he was going to end up looking like a lame lay.

He released her backside, bringing his other hand to her
free breast and gently rolled her pale peach nipples between his thumb and finger
as he pushed against her, forcing her to take a step back. 

Her legs hit the side of the bed and she fell back, her hair
loose around her head.  He hesitated.

This was it.  There would be no going back for him if
he didn't stop now.  Maybe not even then.

"Joe?"  Gwen's voice was hesitant.

"Yes sweetheart."

"What's wrong?" 

He looked down at the most beautiful woman he'd ever
known.  "Nothing."

"Then why did you stop touching me?" 

He ran the tips of his fingers over her ribcage, letting
them slowly trail the swell of her breast before circling her nipple. 
"I was enjoying the view.  I apologize."

She gave him a sly smile.  "Don't let it happen
again."

She didn't have to worry about that.  He bent to nuzzle
between the softness of her breasts, breathing in.  Even her faintly
floral perfume couldn't cover up the sweet smell that was only hers. 

He licked the valley between her perfectly plump
mounds.  As good as she smelled, she tasted better.  He sucked at the
creamy white flesh, pulling it into his mouth before letting go, leaving it
pink and flushed.

Gwen wrapped her fingers in his hair and tried
unsuccessfully to use her grip to direct his mouth to a tightly puckered
nipple.  Pulling her with him he scooted further onto the mattress until
he could feel the length of her body under him.  He braced his knees on
either side of her thighs.

“Joe.”

She was breathless.  He could check that one off his
list.  Now it was time to see if he could make her moan.  He slid one
hand under her head gripping her hair as he kissed her hard, letting his tongue
invade her mouth as the other hand gently kneaded her breast, plucking at the
nipple.  A soft moan escaped her mouth only to be lost in his.  Not
good enough.

His lips left hers and moved to her breast, immediately
sucking her nipple deep into his mouth, rolling his tongue across it, relishing
the feel of the tight little bead.  Her moans became louder as he flicked
across it teasing it with his teeth, letting them scrape gently across the
puckered nub.

Gwen was writhing beneath him, trying to work her legs
free.  He tightened his knees beside her knowing having her legs wrapped
around him would be his undoing. 

Gwen tugged at his shirt, pulling it until it bunched across
his chest, stopped from going any further by his arms.  He lifted up,
reaching one hand behind his head to grab the fabric and pull it up over his
head, tossing it to the floor.  He moved back down to her, but her hand
firmly in the middle of his chest stopped him, keeping him upright.

Her eyes never left his as she tugged down the waistband of
his shorts, reaching in to pull his throbbing dick free.  He looked down
at her hand, wrapped firmly around him.  He could feel his pulse throbbing
against her cool palm. 

He leaned into her grip, his shaft sliding further into her
hand.  He watched as he pulled back, his darker skin against the creamy
softness of hers.  He pushed back, sliding through her grip, the sensitive
tip of his cock bumping against her smooth belly.

“Son of a bitch.”  He pulled free, instantly missing
the feel of her, any part of her squeezing him tightly, but if he kept going,
he was going to come into her hand and onto her belly. 

He laid his body onto hers, letting his mouth roam down her
neck and across her shoulders.  Suddenly, catching him by surprise, she
flipped them over, giving him no time to react or try to maintain his position.

She smiled as she sat atop him, her legs straddling
him.  She laced her fingers into his as she leaned forward, pressing their
joined hands into the pillows behind his head.  She kissed his lips, his
jaw, his neck as she trailed her breasts back and forth across his bare
chest.  She sat up straight, releasing his hands to splay her palms across
his chest.  Slowly, resting part of her weight against his chest, she
began to move her hips forward and back, dragging her pink panties up and down
him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.  She was the most
beautiful thing he’d ever seen and all he could think about was making sure she
was his. 

Every other worry, everything else that was happening around
them, none of it mattered.  What mattered was that she would be his, and
he wanted to make her his now. 

He flipped her back under him, tugging her panties down her
long legs.

Unhindered, he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh,
cupping her.  She was swollen, the heat from her body warming his
hand.  He stroked his fingers along the seam, moving easily into her
soaked folds.  He slid one finger deep inside, her body clenching around
it as she whispered his name.

“I want you inside me.”

He wanted to give Gwen everything. He wanted this to be
perfect.  He wanted to show her he would take care of her in every way,
but if he waited much longer, he would be giving her very little over a very
short time.

Shoving his pants down his legs, he pressed kisses up her
neck to her mouth, covering her mouth with his as he leaned into her, grabbing
his dick to guide it in.  He froze.

Wait.

Oh God.

He didn’t have any condoms.  They were neatly tucked
into his bedside table waiting for the end of their perfectly planned evening.

No, no, no, no, no.  He dropped his throbbing cock and
collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her hair as he gulped in air,
trying to get his need under control.

He felt Gwen chuckle underneath him.  “You all right?”

He raised up.  He had to tell her tonight was not going
to be their night.  Tomorrow probably wouldn’t be either.  Actually,
until they could get out of this hotel, they were out of luck.  Talk about
delayed gratification.

She
slid
her hand behind the
pillow under her head, pulling out a square foil packet.  “Would you like
this?” 

If he had any doubts about whether or not he would love this
woman, they would have all been gone when he saw that beautiful purple pack.

He reached to take it from her hand.  “I would.” 

She yanked it back, out of his reach.  “I have
conditions.”

“Conditions?”

“
Mmmhmm
.”  She smiled as she
reached between them to stroke his cock.  “I want to be on top.”

“No way.”  He loved that she was a strong woman. 
He loved that she wasn’t scared to tell him what she wanted.  He loved
that she liked to be in charge, and any other time, he would probably have gone
along, but not this time.  Not the first time.  “Not
gonna
happen.”

“I guess it’ll be a long night then.”  She wrapped her
hand around the rubber before sliding it back under her pillow.

He had to laugh.  He slid his fingers against her,
finding the swollen nub of flesh he knew would be her undoing.  Making
slow circles with his finger, he teased her until he could feel her body
tensing under his touch.  She gasped when he stopped, her body sagging as
he left her needing release.

“You sure you don’t want to give me that condom?” 

She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut as he ran his
hand up her body to trace circles around one nipple then crossed to the
other.  He dipped his head to nibble at the tip, her frustrated gasps only
egging him on. 

He slid his hand back down, this time sliding his finger
back inside, curving gently until he found the most elusive of spots. 
Gwen’s body arched off the bed as he stroked against it while using his thumb
to rub against her clit.  She clawed at the sheets as she rolled her head
from side to side.  Just when he could feel her climax building he
stopped.

He leaned down, tugging her earlobe between his teeth before
running open mouth kisses down her neck.  He leaned into her ear. 
“Please.”