Ain't Your Bitch(25)

Sarah had no idea what was going on. She'd been alone for years, ignored by nearly everyone except her co-workers. They'd learned not to ask her to come out with them, too, realized a long time ago that she wasn't that sort of girl. She was the kind who went straight home after the library closed, except for the rare occasions that she had a book club or went to the movies.

Now two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen were both kissing her, making her feel things that before she'd only thought existed in stories. Whatever was going on, she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted it to stop.

She pushed him away, tried to clear her mind. All she could think, all she knew, was that that afternoon she'd never have believed that vampires existed, not if both of these men had insisted upon it to her face.

Now she was completely certain that she'd just sent a man to his death to face one. More than that, she wanted to go after him, to save him if she could. It had been a long time, nearly twenty minutes now, but if she was lucky then she could almost make it.

James seemed to sense what she was thinking, his arms tightening around her before she could begin to squirm, quashing any rebellion before it began. The weight of what had happened hit her again, square in the chest. What the fuck was going on? How could she stop it? How could anyone?

She relaxed in Jason's arms. What was the point? What was the point of any of it? She was nobody, and one of the most powerful men in the country wanted her dead. Within twenty minutes he'd had a SWAT team coming to take her in. What was going to stop him? What could stop a man like that?

The feeling of Jason's hand behind her head, holding it up, the feeling of his eyes on her made her return to the world, made her look up at him. He seemed worried.

"Everything's going to be alright."

He didn't sound like he meant it. Sarah wondered blankly for a moment if he wasn't even more worried than she was. Then his lips descended on hers once again and the fire of arousal lit in her belly again. If he was going to keep kissing her like that, he might have to deal with the consequences.

She brought her arms up around him. He felt like a buoy, the only thing keeping her afloat in the rough night she'd been having. His body was strong, was there, but more than that—it was real. She could hold it, and whatever happened from that moment on…

From the way that Sarah was laid across his lap she could feel him hardening against her as he ran his soft fingers through her hair. He broke the kiss for a moment, just long enough to hungrily capture the soft skin of her neck between his lips, teasing out a soft moan.

His lips traced the line of her collarbone, then the line of the top of her skirt, skimming across her full breasts and to the space between them, each kiss leaving a warmth that spread out across her skin, spreading the feeling of pleasure until her entire body buzzed from the electric stimulation.

Then he stopped, his lips pulling away from her, and Sarah let out a soft groan of disappointment at his mouth's absence.

"I shouldn't," he breathed. Something in his voice sounded strange, erotic and yet distant. "I don't know if I can guarantee… It wouldn't be fair to you."

"You've already done so much," she said, tracing the hard lines of his body through his shirt. "Please. Let me do something. I need to pay you back somehow."

She slid from his lap and put her hands between his knees. His face showed signs of doubt that Sarah felt in her own heart, doubts she hoped didn't show as clearly on her own face. If she was going to make this happen, if she was going to try to show him that she had control of herself, then there was no room for doubt.

His knees spread with her gentle pressure. She let her hands drift up his thighs, her fingers gently moving across the hardness in his jeans, then moving off again. It had been a long time. Too long. She was too inexperienced, too unsure of herself. She barely remembered what a cock felt like in her hand.

What if he didn't like it? She tried to ignore her doubts and started to unfasten the button that held his jeans together. Her hands shook softly, but if Jason noticed then he didn't show any sign.

She was doing this as payment, she reminded herself. They had saved her life. Twice. Now all she had to do was perform a little… "service" for them, and then things would be even.

When she put it that way, thinking of it as something that she had to do mechanically, a job she had to do, it was easier. She grabbed the zipper and pulled down softly, his hardness pressing out against the confines of his jeans before finally being released.

She wasted no time in pulling down the waist of his boxers and freeing his member to the open air.

It was bigger than she'd imagined it to be, bigger than the only lover she'd had before. Now that it was out and in front of her the courage that she'd managed to build up for herself seemed to be fading quickly. Could she even fit that inside her mouth? Would she be able to fit it inside?

As she reached out to touch it a thousand doubts came into her mind at once. Would he think that she wasn't good enough? Would he not like it when she tried to do it for him? What if he wasn't attracted to her?

Her fingers touched his shaft and it twitched. Sarah looked up to gauge his reaction. His eyes were closed, and he leaned back. He seemed to be struggling to keep control of himself. What could he be thinking?

Sarah wrapped her fingers around it, gave it an experimental tug. Jason's face lost the mask of composure for a moment and he inhaled sharply. She moved her hand again and he sucked in a breath. Was she doing this to him? Such a powerful, attractive man, brought to his knees by her?

She kept her eyes on his face as she ducked her head in, kissing the tip. His skin tasted salty on her lips. His body jerked when he felt her mouth on him, but she ignored her doubts. Her lips had to stretch just a little to accommodate his size, perhaps too generous, but she pushed past her discomfort.

This wasn't about her, this was about him, and making him feel good. Making him feel like it was worthwhile. She looked up again to gauge his reaction. The way that his hands searched for anything to get ahold of, the way that his expression was forced into that same neutral mask, all said that she was doing something right.

Sarah started moving slowly. As she began to move back on she enjoyed the way that his hips jerked ever so slightly, trying to meet her movements, an uncontrollable thrust to try to get deeper. It filled her throat and for a moment she was afraid that she was going to choke—and then he relented, pulling back until he was nearly out of her mouth completely.

She ran her tongue along its length, enjoying the movements of his hips as she pleased him. She couldn't resist asking, "does that feel good?"

His ragged breathing was her only reply, so she took it in her hand, giving it another experimental tug before she took it back into her mouth. She enjoyed the way that he moved, the way that she felt as if she was the center of his world as she sucked his cock. If this was how all women felt doing this, why would they ever want to stop?

"You can stop," he groaned above her. "I'm going to—"

Sarah didn't stop. Her tongue moved in time with the bobbing of her head, sucking hard, until she felt him jerk once, twice, harder than before. She knew what was happening only a half-second before he came, the salty, bitter taste filling her mouth. She swallowed.

She leaned back until she was sitting on the ground. She'd calmed down, now, she realized. Something about the way that Jason had seemed to enjoy what she'd done for him so much had set her back onto her feet. Now that she was looking around, there was something strange about this place.

It had seemed abandoned, at first. Yet, now that she was looking, most of the trash had been moved off to one side, the floors cleaned. Was this where Jason and Isaiah had been staying when they were in the city? The mattresses, laying in the opposite corner, seemed to confirm.

She looked back up at James, who seemed to finally be regaining his composure. "I think we're even, now," she said.

He smiled, a feral grin that showed off his teeth. Halfway a smile, but halfway a threat, she realized. It set her on edge. He was inhumanly attractive. She'd known that the moment she saw him. Those powerfully blue eyes seemed to see right through her.

"No." His shoulders seemed to set, like he was an animal ready to pounce on her. "We're anything but even."

He took a step, then waited for her to do something. He took another. They were close, now. Close enough for her to feel the heat of his body, remember the taste of his cock in her mouth. Enough to remember the way that his lips had felt on her. She could feel a gentle tingle spreading through her belly, through her entire body.

She was pulled out of the aroused dream by the feeling of her phone, vibrating in her pocket. She'd thought that she had left it at her apartment, but apparently it had been in her pants the entire time. The number wasn't one she immediately recognized, but she answered before Jason could stop her.

He made a motion to grab for the phone but she swayed out of his reach, putting the handset to her ear.

"Hello?"

The other side of the line sounded busy. Dozens of voices in the background, like a party or a busy office.

"Is this Miss Lincoln?"

"Who is this?"

"Miss Sarah Lincoln?"

"Speaking; who is this?"

"Hi, I'm sorry, we just had to confirm your identity. We got your number from your mother's phone, I'm afraid there's been an accident."