Free Jesse by Kathi S. Barton

elevator before the door
opened again. She slipped in the doors as they were still opening and then
pressed the button until the doors closed again. She didn’t look to see who had
come out and since no one spoke, she had no idea who had. She didn’t even slow
down as she went past the security desk and tossed them the badge they’d handed
her on the way through.

Chapter 8
     
    Sondra wanted to go home. She’d been
stuck in this same cheap, crappy hotel room for over a week and she wanted out.
Pacing the small room took less time than it did when she walked across her
bedroom floor to her closet, which was probably bigger. She glared at the man
lying on the bed drinking a nasty-smelling beer. Clint Hampton was as handsome
as he was a bastard.
    “The least you could do is drink
something that doesn’t smell like your feet. I swear you are out to make this
more difficult than it needs to be.” She slapped at his foot when he raised it
up at her. “And put something on. I’m sick of seeing you half-naked all the
time.”
    “You didn’t seem to have a problem with
me being naked twenty minutes ago.” She flushed at his bold statement. “In
fact, if you want, I can take off a bit more of my clothes and we can have
another go at it.”
    “I fucking hate you,” she told him. She
watched him stroke his cock, which hardened beneath his hand. Her body
responded to his; her nipples peaked and her pussy moistened. “Stop that. You
know that we don’t have time for that.”
    “Take off your clothes. Right now,
Sondra, or I’ll do it for you.” His voice when he spoke to her like that made
her need spike. She didn’t move, waited to see if he’d follow through.
    When Clint stood up he walked toward
her, stalked if she was truthful about it. When he was less than a foot from
her he slapped her. Her head jerked around and she whimpered. This time, when
he commanded her to strip, she did so without hesitation. He was going to hurt
her again and she couldn’t wait.
    When she was standing before him naked
he grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her to him. He was grinning,
sadistic and mean. She could see his teeth and knew what they could do to her
when he decided to bite her, what they made her feel. Before he could follow
through on anything a phone began to tweet at them. Clint tossed her away from
him and went for the ringing phone while she picked herself up off the floor.
    “Yeah,” he said as he watched her. Motioning
her with his crooking finger, he laid back on the bed and pointed to his cock. “Yeah,
we got in last night. There was a mix up at the airport and our plane was
delayed coming out of Kennedy.”
    His wife, her sister. Dawn Hampton had
no idea what sort of fun her husband liked to play during sex and she didn’t
even suspect that he did it with her sister. Sondra went to the bed and knelt
between his legs. At his nod, she unbuckled his belt and then undid his pants. His
cock lay there hard as stone and uncovered by anything as mundane as boxers. As
he continued to speak to her sister, she took him into her mouth.
    His cock tasted of her from earlier. When
he twisted her hair again in a tight grip, she looked up at him. His need
showed in his face and she could see the cords of his neck straining as he
lifted his head to watch her. Moving his cock slowly to her mouth, he begged
her to make him come now. Come now. She accepted the challenge and went to
work.
    Everything else faded around her. She
could hear him speaking, but not the words. Cupping his balls in her hand and
squeezing them tight he surged into her waiting mouth. Before very many minutes
passed, she heard the phone close.
    “Ride me. Get the fuck up here and ride
me. But you’d better not come, bitch, or I’ll make you pay.”
    Aching in a way that was delicious to
her, she did as he said. They’d been playing this game enough she knew how to
get herself off without him ever knowing.
    Taking him inside of her, she rode