Primal Elements (6 page)

She dipped her head down to kiss along his chest and slowly dropped to her knees.

Back and forth she rubbed her lips over his abs, the light dusting of hair tickling her nose. His entire body began to vibrate as her mouth grew closer to his groin.

“I though you wanted me to take you against the wall?” he said in a low raspy voice.

“Oh, I do. But there is something I’ve always wanted to try first.”

Her fingers shook as she reached up and began to undo his belt buckle. The silver finish caught the reflection of the setting sun, sending a beam of light bouncing off his body. After a few fumbles, she managed to loosen the buckle and pop the button holding his pants together.

Jenna inhaled deeply, letting the rich scent of his arousal wash over her. Slowly she freed his cock and was surprised at the size. The last man she’d slept with wasn’t interested in letting her explore. He was also a fraction the size of Ben.
Praise the gods!

Looking up she was rewarded with the sight of one of the most powerful men on Mars, standing completely under her control, tense and waiting to see what she was going to do next. His gaze was fixed on her mouth and his breath was coming out in short pants.

Jenna tucked her feet under her bottom to give her a better angle. From there she was able to lean in, and without touching anywhere else on his body, run the tip of her tongue over the tip of his cock. His skin was warm and held the light taste of sweat. The scent of his arousal pushed her on. Again and again she licked around his head, each contact causing his shaft to twitch in response. Purely on impulse, she dipped her head lower and licked a long stroke up the length of his cock.

A moan escaped Ben and his hands flew to either side of Jenna’s head. When she didn’t move at his light tug he grew impatient. In a flash he reached down, picked her up and carried her to the window. Standing her up, he pressed her against the warm glass, kissing her mouth and cheek.

The thin straps of her dress fell from her shoulders and exposed Jenna’s breasts.

Ben didn’t hesitate and dropped his mouth to her nipple, sucking it fully into his mouth. He pulled back enough to lightly graze her fully pebbled peak with his teeth, 33

causing Jenna’s legs weaken. Ben pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her from collapsing. The pleasure from the intimate contact against her pussy brought her to the brink of orgasm.

“Ben,” she gasped. “I’m so…close.”

Before she realized what he was doing, Ben was on his knees in front of her. With a gentleness that amazed her, he pushed her dress up and her black lace panties off. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder to give him access to her soaking cunt.

“My turn.”

The sharp intake of air chilled her sensitive skin for a moment before his tongue found her swollen clit. He licked around the nub, teasing her with the promise of release. Jenna closed her eyes as she arched her back against the window. At last, his lips encircled her, wrenching a cry from her. When he slipped first one, then two fingers into her wet cunt and began to stroke, her body trembled.

The tempo increased and she couldn’t hold on any longer. Jenna cried out as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her. But he didn’t stop and pull away as other men had in the past. Ben continued licking, pushing her to the edge and over. A second orgasm pounded her body. It was too much. Her skin was covered with sweat, her muscles quivering under his touch. Finally, she had to force his face away to find relief from the pleasure.

“Ben, oh gods, Ben.”

He stood, keeping his arm hooked under her leg. His cock now had clear access to her. The swollen tip brushed against her and instantly another wave of desire trembled through her.

“Unless you say something, I’m going to take you right now. I can’t hold out much longer, so if you’ve changed your mind—”

She didn’t let him finish. She could taste her own juices on his lips as she kissed him hard. Her fingers found his cock and guided him to her. Ben captured her wrist with his hand and moved it from between their bodies to hold it above her head. With unfailing accuracy he pushed forward into her pussy, stretching her muscles and filling her completely.

Jenna wrapped her raised leg around his hip, trying desperately to pull him closer.

Deeper.
She couldn’t. Ben held her open, giving him complete access to her body. He dipped his head and licked the hard bud her nipple had become. The sensation shot straight to her clit.
Holy shit, I’m going to come again!
She dug the nails of her free hand into his shoulder.

“Harder! Fuck me harder.”

Licking his thumb, he reached between them to rub her. The brief contact was all she needed. Jenna clung to Ben, screaming at the arrival of her third orgasm. Like before, Ben didn’t relent. Quickening his pace, he thrust deep into her hard and fast.

Her pussy muscles clenched around his cock and proved to be his undoing. Ben threw his head back and cried out, thrusting two, three more times against her as she came.

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Both completely spent, they slipped together into a heap on the floor.

Neither of them moved for a long time. Jenna opened her eyes slightly and dozed in the setting sun. The reflection of the sun off the red Mars soil turned everything in the room a deep crimson. It would be dark within the hour. Soon she’d head home and reality would return.

A loud noise coming from her stomach broke the silence. Jenna sat up enough to cover her tummy with a hand.

“I see you’ve regained your appetite,” Ben spoke against her hair.

“I’m famished.”

Unexpected feelings of awkwardness struck her. She tried to sit up and cover up her breast.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m sitting on your legs and I know I’m not the lightest person—”

Ben shifted his position and looked her in the eyes. Jenna blushed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m…sorry. I can’t believe we did this. That I did this with you. We haven’t seen each other in seven years.”

Running his finger down her cheek, Ben smiled. “I’m not as bad as you thought?

That’s good then. I think by the time we’re done tonight you’ll realize I’m not the monster you seem to think I am. I plan on taking all night to change your opinion of me.”

Her response was stuck in her throat. What the hell can you say to a proposal like that?

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Jenna appeared mesmerized by the explosion of bubbles from the champagne as Ben filled her glass. He caught himself smiling again at her reaction to things he took for granted. For once in his life, he was happy he’d listened to someone’s advice. Matt had been right about this dating service. And any reservations he’d had about meeting Jenna again were gone. It was simply a matter of her realizing he wasn’t the jerk she thought he was. Now he only had to make sure he didn’t slip into any old habits that would reinforce that negative impression.

“Can I get you anything else?” he said, keeping his tone even. The last thing he wanted to do was add to her apparent inner turmoil.

Jenna looked up and smiled, “Are you kidding? There’s enough food here to feed me for a week. I don’t think I could eat anything else. Not unless I want to skip dessert.”

“Matt loves cooking almost as much as driving his car.”

“Well, if he’s still single I have a friend who I think would hit it off with him,” Jenna paused and sat back in her chair. “What’s wrong?”

Shit.
“Nothing at all. Why?”

“When I asked if he was single you cringed.”

Try to deny it?
This was Jenna after all. A quick glance at the concern on her face and he figured she wouldn’t buy a lie anyway. Instead he made a mental note to keep better control over his emotions.

“I don’t know if you knew this, but Matt and I grew up together. Some of my past girlfriends tried to get me to be more like him.” He watched for a reaction, but when she didn’t move he added, “There’s a pattern.”

For a moment he thought she was going to laugh off the observation as other women had in the past. But Jenna silently sat there, wide-eyed and looking more than a little confused. Not used to this reaction, Ben picked up his fork and speared the meaty inside of a mussel.

“I know you’re full, but you should try some. It took us a long time to simulate an artificial environment for these little fellows to grow.”

He relaxed again when she gave her head a shake, picked up her fork and mimicked his technique. She got it as far as her lips before she stopped and looked at him with a rather serious expression.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a voice little above a whisper.

“You don’t like shellfish?” He knew damn well what she was apologizing for, but couldn’t resist teasing her.

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A smile played on her lips for a brief second before she opened them to eat the morsel.

“Oh my.”

Ben was unexpectedly pleased with her reaction. “I’m glad you like it.”

“And I’m sorry that I…bothered you with my comment,” she said and followed the comment with a sip of her champagne.

She gently sat her glass down and patted the table lightly with her hand before she pushed away and made her way towards him. Her dress was back into place after their unexpected lovemaking and a light swishing sound filled the room as she made her way towards him. He enjoyed watching her. Hell, he would be content to do nothing but watch her move around the apartment for hours. Shifting in his seat, he tried to accommodate his growing cock. Who was he kidding, he wouldn’t last hours. Minutes maybe.

This was different from when they’d met seven years ago. Back then she was one more thing he’d wanted to control. One more person who stood in his way to the top. If it hadn’t been for the attempt made on his life he would still be that man. And Jenna wouldn’t be sauntering over to him right now.

Once she reached his side, she leaned over and placed a kiss on his temple. He could hear the pounding of her heart and caught the scent of her arousal.
Good, at least
I’m not the only one affected.
Gently, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and tugged.

“Yes, Mr. Hawthorn?”

“Have a seat, Miss Robins.”

Without protest, Jenna slipped onto his lap. Her hands found their way to his chest, an area she seemed to have particular affection for. They looked for five minutes for the lost button she’d sent flying to no avail. Right now, he was thrilled with the fact she had free access.

Jenna chewed her bottom lip for a moment, before she leaned in and placed a light kiss on his lips.

“Thanks for supper. This has been a wonderful evening.”

That didn’t sound quite right. “Getting ready to leave?”

Jenna suddenly found a spot on his chest
very
interesting. “Well, it’s getting late.

I’m sure you have things to get ready for.”

Ben took a second before he answered. He reached into his pants pocket and slowly pulled out a silk black scarf. Without a word, he draped it around her neck and then lightly tugged. Jenna’s gaze moved from his chest to the scarf and he heard her gasp.

“I did my planning earlier today,” he said in a voice as tight as his grip on the scarf.

From the moment he’d read her fantasy, he’d been unable to think of anything else.

The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to be the one to fulfill her sexual desires. The pain in the ass professor was turning into a major pain in his groin. Even if the relationship wouldn’t go beyond tonight, he wanted to make sure Jenna never 37

forgot him.

When she finally looked up, he could see that her face was flushed but she was clearly excited.

“I’m a bit nervous,” she whispered.

A sudden wave of protectiveness rose in him. Ben sat forward just enough to pull her hard against him for a kiss. Jenna’s shock melted into liquid heat like before. His body reacted to her like no other before. His very skin tingled wherever her touch caressed, winding his internal sexual drive into a frenzy. He pulled back and stared at her, the sounds of their panting in sync.

He looked at her hard, willing her to understand that tonight was special.

“You know I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

Jenna’s gaze flicked to the scarf for only a moment before meeting his again. “You did trash my project—”

“Can you drop that? I’m talking about you and me living out one of your fantasies.

Not a project that you couldn’t find a shred of evidence to support,” he managed to say in a calm voice, concealing his turbulent emotional state.

“I don’t know you, Ben. You’re asking me to let you tie me to a chair so you can have your way with me. I know the hard-ass business tycoon. I’m still getting to know the man. Sure, I’m attracted to you, but this is about more than that. I need to trust you.”

By the end of her speech Jenna’s face was flushed, her breathing was deep and steady. Anger flashed for the briefest of moments before he got it under control.
She’s
right of course.
What little of him she knew came from a business deal gone wrong, the media and his bio that the university received three weeks ago. She couldn’t trust someone she didn’t know. Hell, he wouldn’t either.

Ben reached up and wrapped a tendril of her hair around his fingers. Slowly rubbing his finger over the soft strands gave him renewed calm.

“What can I do to prove that you can trust me?”

He closed his eyes, providing a barrier in case she said “nothing”.

It was her turn now to caress him. Her fingers touched his cheek, lightly traced a path across it to his ear, only to return to his one flaw.

“How did you get this scar?”

He bit his tongue when his rehearsed answer almost popped out. The metallic taste of blood brought him back to his senses. She couldn’t know the truth, but Jenna was bright enough to spot a lie. He’d have to walk a very delicate line. He opened his eyes and looked right into hers.

“Someone who I trusted for a very long time gave that to me. The promise of greed and power can have a tremendous hold over some people. He thought that killing me was the way he’d get his.”

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she didn’t look away.

“Thanks,” she said in a shaky voice.

Jenna then leaned in and kissed him again. Something changed between them. The overwhelming sexual need to strip her naked, while still there, wasn’t the most important thing. He simply wanted to get closer to her. Jenna ran her tongue over his lips, nipping the lower with her teeth as she squirmed against him in the chair. The silk scarf tickled his overly sensitive nipple when she leaned forward. Her dress rode up over her thighs, giving him access to her clit. His erection strained to burst through his pants, wanting him to touch her, give them both release.

“Jenna. I need to know what you want me to do.”

“Make love to me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Enough for tonight.”

A groan escaped him. She was killing him and she didn’t have a clue. “I need to know, do you want me to make your fantasy come true?” He panted as she licked his neck.

Her back muscles tensed for a second before she looked up. “Yes.”

His heart pounded so hard it made him feel dizzy. “You’re sure?”

Jenna yanked the scarf from around her neck and draped it over his. “If you don’t move fast, you’ll be the one tied to a chair.”

Ben slid his hands under her ass and stood up. She yelped and clutched at his shoulders.

“Maybe another time, since you don’t know where the rest of the scarves are. For now, I believe this is your seat, Miss Robins.”

As gently as he could Ben dropped to his knees in front of the padded leather chair he’d had placed next to the fireplace. She hadn’t reclaimed her panties from their earlier lovemaking session, giving him a glorious view of her pussy. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury his face there.

Jenna must have detected the subject of his thoughts and blushed. “Ben? I think there might be a small tactical error here. There’s nothing to fasten the scarves to.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

Feeling a little bit smug, Ben reached forward and easily located the straps he’d secured there that afternoon.

“I told you, I did my planning earlier.”

Not quite able to sit still, Jenna wriggled in the seat. She crossed her arms over her chest and flexed her toes against his thigh.

“Now having your arms there isn’t going to help us out. How about if I take this one,” he lightly tugged her left arm free, “and set it here.”

Her hand twitched but she didn’t pull away and allowed him to place it on the cool 39

leather armrest.

“And your other arm can go here.”

With the same care, he placed her right arm on the other armrest. He gave her a minute to get used to the idea of what was going to happen next. Slowly, he pulled the silk scarf out and over to her wrist. One look into her eyes told him she was ready.

“I’m going to do this now. If you want me to stop, say the word and I will.”

“Apples.”

What the—?
“What about them?”

“A safe word. If I say apples, untie me. Okay?”

Ben really didn’t know the first thing about this, safe words and all, but it made sense. Of course Jenna would have planned things out in her mind. The fact she’d fantasized about it this much made his cock twitch.

“Deal,” he said as he ran his thumb over her hand.

He fumbled the soft scarf, trying to get it into a loose knot around her delicate wrist.

Shit.
He held his breath and concentrated, pushing past the slight tremble of his fingers.

Breathe and relax, she’s going to love this.
The second scarf cooperated more and before he knew it, Jenna was tied and ready.

“Are you okay? Those aren’t too tight, are they?”

Jenna tugged against each of the restraints, her hands able to come an inch off the armrest.

“So far, so good,” she said as she chewed her bottom lip.

Ben sat back and took in the view. Man, she was beautiful. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, her skin held a light flush. Her hair was still bound on top of her head in a way that made her look more like a professor than anything else.

“First, let’s make you look the part of the captured temptress.”

Jenna looked puzzled but said nothing. Nor did she try to pull away when he pulled free the clip that held the most beautiful hair he’d ever seen. It only took him a second to rearrange her hair so it fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts. Years ago he’d tried to ignore the desire he’d felt for her when they’d worked together. But every time she was near he’d had the overwhelming urge to yank that clip from her hair just to see if she’d look at beautiful as he’d dreamed. She was more than he’d ever imagined.

“Stunning.” Ben captured a strand of her hair and curled it around his finger.

Jenna smiled at him, seemingly innocent. “Whose fantasy is this again?”

“Oh, this is all yours, sweetheart. I am simply trying to make this the best possible experience for you,” he said as he reached forward and caressed her cheek.

He watched as she sucked on her bottom lip, the image reignited his cock. She didn’t have a clue how sexy she really was. Discreetly, he pushed down on his shaft in the hopes that the pain would keep him from coming in his pants. Being dry for a while 40