Excerpt from
Rock Hard
by Olivia Cunning
© 2011
A few people stood gazing out of the tower at the bright lights of the strip below, but most waited at the elevator to leave the closing attraction. Sed pulled Jessica to a deserted corner and shielded her body from the thinning crowd with his body.
“You know I can’t control myself around you,” he said.
She was counting on it.
His hands moved under her skirt, massaging the globes of her bare ass. He lowered his head to kiss her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it deep. He pulled her closer, grinding her pelvic bone against his—crushing his cock between their bodies. His fingertips ran down the crack of her ass until he found the puckered flesh he sought and dipped the tip of his ring finger inside her. She jerked and tugged her mouth away from his.
“I want to swallow you,” she whispered. “We need to find a room immediately.”
He glanced over his shoulder and looked around. There was no one there but the two of them. His hands moved to her hips and eased her down. She peeked around his body to ensure herself that no one was nearby and then crouched down in front of him. A cool breeze fluttered under her skirt and drew her attention to the hot ache between her thighs. Why was it always like this with him? He made her so wet and needy. Another reason to hate him.
And want him.
Sed’s hands gripped the wire cage surrounding the observation deck as she freed his cock from his pants and drew him deep into her throat.
His head fell back, his hat tumbling to the ground as he groaned in that primeval way that made her pussy clench. She clutched the leather encasing his muscular thighs as she sucked him, drawing her head back and then taking him deep into her throat again. She bobbed her head faster, sucked harder, knowing he needed release.
“Ah, Jessica. Ah, yeah. That’s perfect. Everything you do to me. Perfect.”
“Excuse me, sir. The observation deck is closed now,” a hesitant voice said behind them.
Jessica paused, her heart racing in her chest. Public engagements always excited her, but getting caught? Not so much.
Sed glanced at the female attendant over his shoulder. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you forget I’m up here for twenty minutes.”
“Oh. My. God,” she said, her pitch and volume increasing with each word. “Sed Lionheart. I’m your biggest fan!”
Jessica released his cock from her mouth and stood up. Sed let go of the wire fencing to wrap an arm around her, drawing her against his chest and poking her in the belly with his erection.
“We’re kind of busy,” Jessica told the star struck, young woman.
Her gaze moved from Sed’s face to Jessica’s. “I thought you were alone,” she murmured. Her eyes widened in sudden realization. “Oh. You can’t do that here. The deck is closed. You have to go down now.”
“I was going down,” Jessica told her.
Sed tossed his head back and laughed, his arm tightening around Jessica’s body. Jessica’s hand slipped between their bodies and wrapped it around his cock. He jerked, his breath catching in his throat. Poor guy was about to explode. Her hand shifted to his balls, finding them hot and full. He shuddered.
“Sweetie, I’ll autograph something for you if you just disappear for about twenty minutes,” Sed said hoarsely.
“I saw your concert tonight,” the girl said, her gaze stuck to Sed like superglue. “How’s your throat?”
“Still a little sore, but it will get better. So, Eiffel Tower Girl, do we have a deal? Leave us alone for a few?”
“Yeah, I’ll pretend like I didn’t see you for twenty minutes or so, but I want your shirt.”
“You’ve got it.”
“And a thousand dollars.”
“Fine.”
“Like, right now.”
Sed shrugged off his long leather coat, allowing it to fall to the ground, and pulled his shirt over his head. He threw it at her. The young woman caught it, cradled it against her chest and lowered her face into the fabric to inhale his scent. She sighed, her eyelids fluttering in bliss.
Jessica’s nostrils flared.
“I’ll pay you later,” Sed promised. “Go away now.”
The attendant nodded and disappeared around the corner.
“I really hate your fans sometimes.” Jessica noticed they were entirely alone now. All the other tourists had left.
“If someone else had caught us, we’d have to leave.”
“Good point.”
He untied the string at the back of her neck and pushed down her bodice to expose her breasts. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we left the bus.”
He lowered his head and sucked her breast into his mouth, his tongue working against her rigid nipple. Her free hand moved to the soft, short hair on the back of his head, while her other hand slowly stroked the length of his cock.
He released her aching breast from his mouth. “Grab hold of the fence behind you.”
The fence? What did he have in mind? She lifted her hands over her head and held onto the thick, chain-link wire fencing with both hands. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Hold on tight.” He gripped her hips and lifted her feet off the ground. He stretched her body out in front of him, settling his hips between her legs.
“Can you hold on like that?” he asked.
“For a little while.”
“Let me know when your arms get tired.”
He surged forward, filling her with one deep thrust.
Her back arched involuntarily. “Ah, God, Sed.”
He supported most of her weight with one hand under her lower back, the other under her hips. She wrapped her legs around his hips and gripped the fencing tightly as he thrust into her.
“Lean back,” he whispered.
She walked her hands down the fence several rungs. When she opened her eyes, the Las Vegas strip came into view upside down. Below, she saw headlights of countless cars, an ambulance flashing red and blue lights in the distance, and the spectacular casinos, lit in all their glory. Despite the view, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. He felt too good to think of anything but his thick cock filling her, receding, filling her again. In this glorious, yet acrobatic, position, he rubbed against her G-spot with each penetrating thrust. Her arms began to tremble with fatigue, but she didn’t want him to stop just yet. She was so close.
“Sed,” she called. “Fuck me hard. I wanna come. I wanna…”
He thrust into her harder, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded against her.
“Oh. Oh. Oh, yes,” her vocalizations grew louder and more needy with each thrust. Her excitement and pleasure built and built and built.
Her entire body convulsed as she came. He almost dropped her and had to strengthen his hold as she screamed into the night. She shuddered violently as ripples of pleasure spread from her pulsating core, down her thighs, and up her belly and back. He refused to relent. Kept pounding into her—harder, harder, oh God, yes, harder—until another orgasm shook her and another. She knew she was chanting his name at the top of her lungs, but couldn’t stop. As her fourth orgasm pulsated through her, he thrust deep and held still, waiting for her to regain her bearings. When her body relaxed, Sed squatted and lowered her feet to the ground.
“You okay?”
She released the fencing with one hand and rubbed her face. She laughed, somewhat maniacally. “You could say that. Wow, that was…”
“…amazing.” He pulled out with a wince. “Can you stand? I don’t think I can hold you that way much longer. I’m getting tired. I guess I need to work out more.”
Most guys couldn’t hold her like that for fifteen seconds much less fifteen minutes. She used the fencing to pull herself to her feet. He stood before her and cupped her face, kissing her tenderly. He stroked the bare skin of her upper arms. “Turn around.”
She never minded him bossing her around at times like these. She trusted his sexual inventiveness far more than her own.
She turned to face the Vegas strip. He moved behind her and pushed her skirt up around her waist. Gripping her hips, he entered her again, this time from behind. He had to bend his knees to penetrate her, because even in three-inch heels, she wasn’t tall enough to accommodate his height. He caressed her buttocks and belly as he thrust into her slowly and rhythmically. As he had yet to come, she knew he had to be dying, yet he still considered her pleasure first, building her back to the pinnacle methodically.
It was time for her to regain control.
She bent forward slightly, changing the point of friction between their bodies.
He groaned. She rotated her hips, and bent further still, squeezing his cock tightly within her body.
“Jessica, that feels…”
“…amazing.”
“Yeah.” His breathing became sporadic as his thrusts quickened.
That’s better. Lose yourself. She bent further, her hair brushing the ground in front of her now. Squeezed harder. Relaxed. Squeezed. “Uhn. Uhn.” He punctuated each thrust with groans and gasps.
Come hard, Sed. She clenched her vaginal muscles even tighter to increase his stimulation. Think of nothing but me. She slowly straightened her back, changing their point of friction again. When she stood completely upright, she slowly bent forward again.
His strokes became rapid and shallow, his breathing chaotic, his groans low and primal. His hands gripped her hipbones, trying to hold her still as he continued to pound into her. Faster. Faster. Harder. Oh, yes. He thrust deep and then paused.
“Hold still, hold still,” he pleaded. He took several deep breaths and then began to move more slowly. Deeper. Gyrating to increase her pleasure.
She grinned. There was nothing better than a lover who held back for as long as possible. She put her hands on her knees and rotated her hips to the left and then to the right, grinding him inside her. And there was nothing more fun than trying to make him come.
“Jess. Jess.”
She rotated her hips to the left again. With a primal growl, he grabbed her hair and pulled her upright. He lunged forward and pressed her body against the fence, thrusting into her vigorously, repeating incoherent words into her ear.
He grabbed the fence with both hands. Metal rattled loudly as he strained against her and shuddered violently as he let go inside her at last.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he shouted. “Oh God, Jess. Jess…”
There was nothing sexier than when this man, who was always in command, completely lost control.
His body sagged against hers, crushing her into the fencing. She allowed him to catch his breath for several minutes before she complained.
“Sed, I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry, sorry,” he panted. “I don’t think I can pull out yet. Give me a minute.” His lips brushed against her hair at the side of her head. He leaned away from her slightly, giving her just enough room to take a decent breath, but kept himself buried inside her.
“You have to leave now,” the Eiffel Tower attendant said from behind them.
Sed sighed and pulled away with a stuttering gasp. He tucked his slackening cock into his pants while Jessica straightened her skirt and pulled her top up to cover her breasts. She tied the strings behind her neck. Sed retrieved his leather coat from the ground and slid into it.
His naked chest and stomach, which showed between the sides of his duster, drew Jessica’s appreciative attention. Yummy.
Sed located his hat and crammed it onto his head. Walking unsteadily, he dug his wallet out of his pocket and fished out multiple hundred-dollar bills. He handed them to the young woman.
“Thanks for your discretion,” he said. “Worth every penny.”
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