The Laughing Assassin [Assassin's Diary] (Siren Publishing Classic) (17 page)

No sooner than Jaden grunted from the scratch of his sharp incisors did her hips jerk several times in succession. He matched the needy bucks with his own, and she gripped the fat stalk of his cock. Her hand rolled north then south, and on the ascent she rubbed the mushroom cap of his head over her slit. He prodded her legs to wrap around him, and when she was completely open, he thrust forward. At first she clenched, fist-tight, and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to touch bottom without hurting her.

But as he pressed on, the journey to fulfillment was made easier as she gave herself to him wetly and her body arched upward to greet his. The joint opposition of force made her tight snatch give way entirely to his cock and to their lusts. Jaden bit her lip, and even with the full flesh gagging her, musical cries pealed into an orchestra sustained by the very air they breathed.

His sole audible contribution to the song of sex was a muttered mass of groans as their bodies forged closer together. Once she was close to peak, her moans were a sleek inhale of air that squeaked within her throat as her snatch filled. He was so intent on satisfying the wet walls of her pussy that he couldn’t analyze how she felt until he was there.

“It’s so good, Jonah!” she cried out, but he was too lost within her to respond.

He agreed, but hearing the pleasure she took from him so easily made the words a bitter pill to swallow. The banquet of coitus was stunning in the sense that he wanted the fuck to last forever, even though he wanted to come so badly that he needed it all to be over. He had to plumb satisfaction from her rippling cunt, but before he did, he had to make sure that she gorged on his cock as well.

In that moment there was no other way for their first fleshly mating to end.

Jonah took a deep breath he didn’t realize he’d withheld. He couldn’t stop taking her, even when he wanted to take a moment to settle down before he ruined his only condom. Even when he was nearly at explosion, his body continued dipping within her compulsively. Jaden arched her back, and he aided in bringing her closer to him with a single arm wrapped beneath her spine. She clenched him, one hand at his shoulder and the other at his hip.

She looked worried, and he wondered if she was afraid to let go with him. That had no place between them, not now, not ever. “I can take it, Jaden. You can’t hurt me.”

The words seemed to release something within her, a floodgate that she kept dammed up. But she had no need of that with him. Jaden clutched on to him for dear life, even as she convulsed and gyrated wildly. It was as if she wanted to be where she was, even as she wanted to run from him, too. He could feel the tattoo of her nails embedded in his skin, and he could imagine the half moons would stipple along his flesh for days.

The minute pain added a bite to their fuck and made his cock even harder than he could have ever imagined. The rod of erection felt as if he would split wide open from the added pressure barraging him from all sides. She was completely and utterly tight around him, the wet tissues of her cunt carrying the grip of an anaconda, and that alone was enough to make him mad. His blood pressure rose dangerously, and he was sure that he would have a stroke when he came.

Jaden was close to coming. He could feel the orgasm burrowed beneath her skin waiting for the perfect moment to burst outward. She was supernova hot and delicately built but strong enough to take him on even in a full-on rut. There was little that he could do but give in to what their thrashing bodies demanded, and he did so with ease.

She was so enthralled with their mutual lusts that she threw herself at him with each thrust and rebounded only to come back full circuit again. This was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one mass of desire and potent lust. One thing he knew was he was so gone on her, nothing mattered but this. Nothing could come close to how right this felt.

There was a certain spice in the knowledge that the hands that grappled his body were capable of justified homicide. She was so delicate that the sight of her so open to his covetous desires made him want to never stop fucking her.

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Jaden was a mass of emotions. At first the sex was too much, then, on the other hand was not enough. She was unable to take a breath without the pervasive scent of Jonah mingled with the hint of native flora just beyond the window. The two opposing aromas merged together into a heady incense she drowned in. He was everything, and she was insubstantial beneath him. Her mind was now thoroughly owned by her senses’ maiden voyage into the vulgarities of sexual sensation. His body covered her completely, his hands possessed her entirely, and she was only able to react to him.

Her hips were catapulted from his with every movement, and she loved it. The force of their bodies was cataclysmic, and she was unsure why she couldn’t breathe. She was inhaling, but she couldn’t find a single oxygenated molecule to keep her brain functioning. He was everything in these moments, her only tether to reality, her only hold on sanity, and only he was able to keep her mind and body together. She was too saturated from satisfaction to do anything more than be present for the pillage. The feel of him inside her was amazing, and now she knew what it truly took to make a woman scream.

It took a man willing to work for it.

No matter how hard she bit her lips, she couldn’t hide her pleasure. He was there the entire ride and watched her descent into base pleasance with a smirk born of the devil. The best part of the entire mating act was the fact that he was her equal in all ways. He was just as strong as she was and he could take the blows that their mutual choices in life would unleash on them. He was powerful enough to match her and even surpass her in some areas. It had been many years since any man was capable of beating her mixed fighting styles.

The lust between them was a fight in its self. Their bodies made war with each other, even as their hearts kicked the same rapid cadence. She never imagined the ways she could moan and groan for more erotic torment. Jaden never imagined she would be an animal in heat, with her lusts exposed nakedly before another person.

Jaden gasped, and she felt light-headed. Jonah dipped his mouth back to hers and fed her a breath of air. She took the oxygen gratefully and snaked her tongue to meet his, their dry mouths meshed as one. She could feel the orgasm about to hit her over the head. It was immense, and she didn’t know if she could deal with the entire onslaught of endorphins rushing her from all angles.

The feel of him inside of her was amazing and sublime as he filled every inch of her deliciously. Every movement he made was echoed somewhere deep within her. She angled upward in the hopes of reducing his devastation, but she was too close to keep him away. He was too omnipresent for her to keep the impending implosion at bay. Why was she so enthralled? What was he doing to her?

She knew what he did even if she couldn’t explain it or completely understand it. Jaden’s body was one tight mass of need, and she tried to run from the forces that overwhelmed her. She jerked backward, forward, even sideways, attempting to evade the plunge of thick cock that invaded her. But he took her anyway in hot passes of his shaft that sent her skyrocketing to nirvana.

“Oh yeah, Jaden. Take it.” She took it like a champ, even though the thrusts were angry and frantically paced as he plumbed the depths of her flesh like a madman.

“Ohhhh—” That was the only thing she was able to utter, as she had no language left in her to speak her pleasures aloud.

She clenched around him, every muscle clasped on him, and her pussy gushed wetly, the inner muscles contracting over his assaulting cock. She held onto him with every fiber of her being and let him take her body to peak. Jaden tried to keep the burgeoning scream inside her throat at bay, but nothing could stop her from vocally expressing the desire that rolled over her flesh. It burned her from the inside out, sating every carnal urge that brought her to this point. Even when every nerve stopped singing, he kept on, and she could feel the tension begin again. But then she realized it wasn’t beginning as the next climax was just a jump off from the first one, then the last one, or just another one.

Jonah owned her pleasure, and the ownership of her was in no way greedy or selfish. He just gave and gave, more than she thought possible, yet she accepted more of him. There was nothing of lovemaking in the harsh thrusts of pelvis, even as there was something tender in the rough motions. As if he wanted something more from her, for her, than a simple orgasm could depict. He could have that, too, and anything else he asked her for.

Hell, at this rate he didn’t even have to ask.

But on the heels of her third consecutive climax, he had to be beyond holding back. She knew he couldn’t keep the mad pace up any longer as the motions slowed to a gentle rock and grind that she mimicked. The movements seemed to nurse her pussy even as she was sure that it was supposed to work the just the opposite way. Jonah buried his face into her neck and grunted his pleasure along with her name. The condom expanded and knocked against her clenched walls. That was all it took to spur on another climactic aftershock that she couldn’t hold back from.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she had at some point, and when she woke, the sky was now a plethora of beautiful color that heralded the sunset. In the last ten years Jaden couldn’t recall such a sound sleep or remember waking up and feeling as good as she did now. The only thing missing was her lover, and even the fact that she looked for him was enough to banish the joy of afterglow. Damn it, she thought, why does it have to feel this way?

Why do I feel so weak and needy when it comes to him?

Then she had to get back to herself with the reminder that she was a deadly force to be reckoned with. And not a sniveling shell of woman. But no sooner than she gave the chastisement and looked up, he was there in the flesh.

Why does he look so good?
The man was akin to a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Americone Dream on the hottest day of summer.

“Sorry, baby, I didn’t want you to wake without me.”

“It’s fine.” She shrugged off the sense of well-being that overcame her at the sound of his voice and the sight of him. Jonah had shrugged on a pair of fresh board shorts during his absence. She would bet money there was no underwear beneath the fabric to hold his erection from seeking her cunt if either of them desired a second round.

She knew she sounded waspish, but she couldn’t keep the sardonic tone to herself. Her bad attitudes tended to be like colds. She shared them. One thick brow raised, but he didn’t say a word. Instead he let the expression speak for itself. It was as if he asked her what was wrong, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of explaining herself or her mood.

Although, wisely, he didn’t press the issue.

But what he did was even more devastating than mere words could be. Jonah strolled over to her and clutched her close. It had been too many years since the warmth of a male had enveloped her, and she detested the fact that she finally knew what it was to feel safe with another person. Especially as it was Jonah, a man stronger than her, able to take anything she could dish out with her bare hands. If she was the law-abiding type, she would be registered with the state as the lethal weapon she was. She fought the closeness of the bond she felt with him, but her resistance felt futile, as if their relationship was already forged and there was nothing she could do about it.

His embrace told her he understood what she felt, but that he was already done pondering over the uniqueness of their connection. The silence spoke volumes and almost whispered that he accepted her, no matter what that entailed. That was even scarier than everything else she worried about.

Radio Killer

Jonah woke to a feeling of contentment like he’d never known before as a grown man. His eyes were closed, but he could feel Jaden’s pattern of deep breathing and hear the gentle splash of rain as the beads splashed against the window. No woman had ever put him to bed like a big-ass kid. But Jaden did so with little effort, and only after one climax nonetheless.

He had high hopes that their lengthy absence would go unnoticed or at least unremarked, but he knew that someone had to run interference today. Otherwise, one of the team would have already woken him with some issue regarding the compound. But he would take the radio silence as long as it lasted.

He rolled from bed gently and let Jaden sleep. He knew she rarely felt safe enough to enjoy a full night’s sleep or even enough to feel well rested. For some reason, he wished she would feel safe with him. Safe enough to be herself and not Commando Barbie complete with kung-fu grip. But he knew that would take time and trust that he hadn’t earned yet. She had already earned hers. He knew her better than she did herself. He discarded the sodden condom hanging from his soft cock and used the bathroom. When he came back, she was already beginning to stir, and something told him that she was going to angle for an argument when she came to.

Jonah was right. At first, Jaden stretched her well-used frame and smiled. Her eyes were closed, but her hands roved over the sheets as if she sought him. When she opened her lids, he stood just inside the doorway and waited to see who he was about to parlay with. Would she be the taciturn woman he was anticipating, or would she be the fiery lover he’d just sampled a handful of hours ago? Or another facet of Jaden he had yet to meet?

He apologized for leaving her alone, but that seemed to make her burgeoning attitude worse.