Page 39 of Training Rain
Chapter 7
The rain had onlya minimal effect on her state of arousal. She’d never felt anything remotely similar to what she’d experienced in the gentleman’s club. It had been frightening to realize she would have not only fucked Jess in the middle of the club, she would have fucked the waitress, the dancer, the two men sitting at the next table. Her body had pulsed with need and it had taken every ounce of her strength to not lose control.
Yas whined when they entered, but after only a few seconds walked away. The dog had good intuition. From the corner of her eye she saw him curl up on the rug in Jess’s sparse living room.
Jess hadn’t even gotten the front door of his apartment closed before she pushed him against the wall, tearing at his clothes. Her pussy ached for release. Her desire had expanded to the point of pain. “I need you.”
He must have understood her problem or maybe it was the connection they still shared. His tongue swirled around hers while his fingers deftly popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. He had to push her back slightly to strip the sopping denim down her legs as she stepped out of her shoes, dropped her sodden jacket on the floor and pulled her shirt over her head.
She moaned as the air-conditioned air titillated her sensitive skin.
Jess turned her around and pulled her hips back several feet from the wall. She leaned forward, bracing her flat palms on the smooth surface, wishing he’d hurry. Dripping hair stuck to her cheek, but her focus was on the man behind her and the space between her legs. She heard the zip of metal teeth, the tear of foil and an instant later he slammed inside her.
“Yes.” Her hands and cheek rested against the hard surface of the wall while Jess pounded into her pussy. The rough, wet fabric of his jeans slapping her ass and thighs with every thrust added to her escalating desire.
His hands gripped her hips. One reached around and found her clit, rubbing the distended bud. Her body convulsed and she screamed as her pussy gripped his cock again and again. He stilled and leaned over holding her against his cold wet tee-shirt while wave after wave of pent-up orgasm washed over her.
Every inch of her body was alive with want. It would never be enough and the idea was terrifying.
“Shhh.” Jess slid out and lifted her. She quaked in his arms as he carried her through the apartment. “You’re all right.”
The clasp of her bra gave under one smooth move of his fingers. He placed her in the center of the mattress. The king-size bed dominated the relatively small room. He’d turned on the bedside lamp and she watched as he stripped out of his wet clothes. His broad shoulders tapered perfectly to slim hips and ripped abs. A light smattering of golden hair swirled around his pectorals and made a trail down to the place that interested her most at the moment.
Rain helped people. She’d spent the past few years ignoring her own needs and focusing on redeeming herself for her youthful transgressions. The fact that her desire currently usurped everything else washed her with guilt.
Still, she had no control. Her need was beyond mere sexual desire. If she didn’t find satiation, she didn’t know if she could survive. She cringed.
His skin was still damp when he stretched out alongside her and pushed her hair out of her face. Rain shook her head, willing away the burning desire to grab his hard cock and ram herself on top of it. Her muscles quaked and her breathing remained fragmented. “I’m sorry… This is… I can’t wait.”
She pushed him onto his back, straddled him and impaled herself on his shaft. Her pussy clamped around him. She wanted to go slow, but another orgasm built and she couldn’t control her body’s need to come. She was out of control, screaming and grunting, more animal than woman.
Jess gripped her hips and set a rhythm. When she steadied and slid up and down, taking him deep and rising again and again, he tugged on her nipple hard. The sharp pain added to her pleasure.
Rain rocked forward and back, changing the friction. She lowered her upper body and supported herself with her hands on either side of his head while Jess rocked his hips and continued to give her what she craved.
Those blue eyes stared up at her. “It’s okay,cher. Come for me. Take what you need.”
His words sent her over the edge again. He pulled her down, held her and kissed her as the orgasmic crescendo rose. Where she had been wet from the rain, now she was damp with perspiration. She collapsed on top of him, his cock still hard and tucked deep inside her.
“I’m sorry,” she said after a long silence.
He pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. “You don’t need to apologize. You should have told me you were ultra-sensitive.”
“I always shield myself. I usually block psi people when they are too close. It never occurred to me that the club could be a problem.”
Her wet hair stuck to her cheek. He carefully brushed it back and tucked it behind her ear. “I assume this has never happened to you before. Do you want to tell me about it?”
There was something in his voice. She couldn’t quite place it.
“If you’re asking me if I’ve ever been so driven by a sexual urge I would have fucked a stranger in a bar, no, that’s never happened to me before. It took everything I had not to publicly humiliate myself tonight. It scared the hell out of me. Even now, I want you again.”
“Not the stranger in the bar, just me?”
“Are you angry?”
“No. I should have protected you. I knew you were sensitive I just didn’t know to what extreme. You did great. It must have been torture to restrain yourself. The dancer has a strong effect on everyone. That’s how she commands her audience. I’ll bet she makes a fortune every time she takes the stage.” He rolled away from her and sat on the edge of the bed, removed the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket.
She put her hand out to touch his back but pulled away at the last moment. It had been a long time since she hated herself quite so much. “I don’t blame you for being disgusted.”
