Justice

Chapter Four

Justice opened his mouth and licked the underside of one of her breasts. Jessie gripped his shoulders and lightly raked her nails across his skin. His hands tightened their hold at her waist and he urged her back until she lay flat on her back across his mattress. He bent forward as he tugged her lower until her bottom rested on the edge and his mouth opened over her right breast. His tongue tasted her, teased and played with the tip.

Heat spread through Jessie at the strange texture of his tongue. That was another New Species difference. It was wet, hot and felt a little rough but in the best way. His sharp canines raked her skin, sending a jolt of passion throughout her body.

“That’s a talent,” she moaned.

He chuckled and released her breast. “I’m just starting.”

His hands slid from her hips to the inside of her thighs, spreading them wider apart and pulled her closer to his hips. He snugly fit in the cradle of her legs. His hot, hard cock nudged against her pussy, slid across her clit and Jessie moaned again. She knew she was already wet and prepared to have him inside her. She arched her hips up, rubbed against his shaft and gained more pleasure. He purred in response.

“Easy,” he whispered.

Easy? The man knew how to set her on fire. He sucked on her left breast until she wanted to beg him to fuck her but he seemed intent on inflicting torture. He began to lick and kiss his way down her ribs, her belly and the hollow of her hip as he backed away until his cock didn’t press against her any longer. She dug her nails into his shoulders, tried to drag him back up but he refused to take the hint.

It sank in that he planned to go down on her when his lips trailed lower and his hands shoved her thighs wider apart to make room for his face. Her breathing increased in anticipation. It had been a really long time since a guy had gone down on her, not that he’d been good at it but she had hope with Justice. She released him when he moved farther down her body, unable to touch him any longer.

The sharp bite of his teeth nipping her inner thigh made her groan. It didn’t hurt so much as heighten her need for him to keep going. She locked her hips in place, tried not to move, to encourage him to keep going but when his mouth left her skin, it didn’t return. Her eyes opened—she hadn’t realized she’d closed them until that second—and lifted her head to peer down.

Hot breath teased her exposed pussy. He was that close, just inches away from the spot that wanted his attention most. He softly growled at her, his eyes narrowed as their gazes met and held. It was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen.

“Your natural color?” He grinned, glanced down and then back up.

She cleared her throat. “I didn’t think dying that would be a good idea. I also don’t like it totally shaved.”

He chuckled. “The heart shape is sexy and your lighter red hair is very attractive. I don’t know how you perfectly get that pattern but I appreciate seeing it. Do you want to learn another talent of mine?”

She nodded eagerly. “Definitely.”

“Close your eyes and relax, Jessie.”

She let her head drop to the bed and smiled, closing her eyes. “Using my own words against me. I like it.”

He was way off the mark if he meant to relax her though. Her body tensed as she waited to see what he’d do next. Her fingernails dug into the comforter when his tongue lightly traced her clit. He purred, a deep rumble of sound and his tongue came back to press tighter against the bundle of nerves. The sexy sounds continued and the vibrations it caused made Jessie cry out. Her hips jerked but his hands gripped her tightly, shoved her ass down against the bed and he nuzzled his mouth against her spread pussy. Raw ecstasy hit her as his raspy-textured tongue moved rapidly up and down, sliding against the most sensitive area of her body at that moment.

She thrashed on the bed, clawed at the bedding and panted. Justice showed no mercy despite it being too intense. Her body seemed to turn to stone and every muscle bunched and as he purred louder, snarled, the vibrations grew stronger.

The climax struck her so powerfully she would have sworn she saw the flipside of her head when her eyes rolled back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe and barely registered the loud noises coming out of her. It only stopped when Justice tore his mouth away. She lay there for seconds, trying to relearn how to breathe again before she was able to open her eyes and peer at him.

His eyes were so blue they stunned her. His mouth seemed fuller, more kissable and he snarled at her before lifting up. She didn’t feel fear or threatened in the least, despite his harsh expression. He dropped his upper body over hers, braced most of his weight on his forearms and his lips hovered so close they breathed the same air.

Jessie arched her spine until her breasts pressed against his chest and her arms wrapped around his neck to hug him and allow her fingernails to reach his back. She lightly dragged the tips along his shoulders. Justice arched against her, pressed her tighter into the bed and totally pinned her under him.

The size and strength of him turned her on more. Justice not only had an amazingly talented mouth, his body was perfection and staring into his exotic eyes made her hurt for him again. It stunned her, considering he’d just made her come and she should be sated but the ache to be filled by him remained. Her swollen clit throbbed after the loving attention it had just received and she wanted more. All of him, the way he’d said he’d give her.

Jessie turned her head a little and lifted it, her mouth targeting his neck. Her lips parted and she tasted the skin exposed to her as she brushed his hair back. She’d never been with a man with long hair and she loved the feel of it as her fingers brushed through it. It was silky and soft, wonderful and she trailed kisses down to the top of his shoulder.

“Take me,” she demanded.

Justice arched his body a little off hers and one arm moved until he gripped her ass with a big, strong hand. Jessie lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist and tried to use the strength in them to pull him closer.

The tip of his thick shaft probed the entrance of her pussy, pressed against her wet heat but he didn’t enter her. He paused, his body tense and time seemed to stand still.

Confused, Jessie stopped kissing him to drop her head to the mattress and stare into his eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped softly. “I’m afraid I will.”

“I’m tough. I can take you.”

His hand released her ass and he pulled away enough that he wasn’t pressed against her. His fingers traced the line of her wet pussy and spread it before his finger penetrated. He growled deeply, his chest rumbling as his finger sank deeper. Jessie moaned, arching her hips into his hand at how good it felt, having him finger-fuck her.

“You’re so hot and tight,” he snarled, his voice a bit scary again but she refused to be afraid. His finger slid in and out of her, slowly torturing her. “You’re too small for me.”

“Roll over onto your back on the bed. I’ll be on top.” She lifted her head and nipped his shoulder gently.

He stilled his finger, no longer tormenting her vaginal walls and she could almost sense something change in the room. Jessie released his skin, dropped her head back and discovered him watching her with an angry glare. It stunned her.

“What’s wrong? Did I bite too hard?”

“You want me to submit to you?”

“No. I want you to lie on your back if you’re afraid you’ll hurt me. I’ll be on top, can control you entering me and you won’t have to worry about going too fast.”

He really looked angry, his features hard and it alarmed her enough that her body tensed in response while some of her passion cooled.

“What’s wrong?”

He lifted his body away from hers, put space between their chests and backed his hips away. “We don’t do that. It is submitting.”

“Me riding you is submitting? Haven’t you ever had a woman be on top before during sex?”

He shook his head. “Your men do this? They allow their women to dominate and control them? They submit to you?”

Astonishment sliced through her when it dawned on her that he was totally serious.

He’d never allowed a woman to be on top. It was about dominance with them and it seemed to anger him that she’d asked to change positions. New Species were known to be aggressive and a bit controlling but she’d never considered the sexual side of it before. It all slammed home that he was honestly insulted by her offer to ride him.

“We should get dressed.” All emotion left his face, a mask of control schooled his features and he straightened his arms to totally remove himself from the bed.

“Justice? Wait,” Jessie demanded, her hands gripping his shoulders to keep him over her. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I didn’t realize it was taboo.”

He hesitated and something softened in his gaze. “Our cultures are different but I didn’t realize how much so until this moment. I’m not offended. I was but not anymore.

Having a female dominate a male during sex is a regular occurrence with your males?”

“Yeah. Will you at least try it for a little bit? You can flip me over right away if you don’t enjoy it. Please? I really want you, Justice.”

His gaze softened more. “I want to you too.” He hesitated, indecision clear but then he blew out a deep breath. “We can attempt it.”

“Thank you. I’m pretty sure you’re really going to like it.”

He hesitated. “You don’t want to tie me down?”

She shook her head. “I wouldn’t do that. I’m familiar with your history, remember?

I’d never ask to restrain you in any way. Can we try this? Please?”

He bit his lower lip, uncertainty a cute expression on him. “A test then.”

She released him and scooted upward on the bed until she wasn’t under him any longer. She sat, inched to the side of the mattress and gave him a smile. “Lie down on your back. Please?”

He remained on all fours on the bed. He was beautiful to Jessie as her gaze soaked in his body. Justice was a breathing work of art with everything sculptured perfectly, his muscles flexed as he rolled over and stretched his tall, big body the length of the mattress. The uncertain look on his face was priceless and absolutely adorable to her.

Her attention focused on his thick, full cock and it reaffirmed her conviction that he was perfection.

Jessie pushed forward on her knees next to his stomach to peer into his eyes.

“Relax, Justice. I promise this is going to feel good.”

He bit his lip again, an obvious sign of uncertainty. “Do you want me to close my eyes?”

“No. I think you’ll enjoy watching what I want to do to you.”

She swept her hair over one shoulder and leaned over his chest. Her gaze held his to make sure he wasn’t alarmed. Tension was there but not anger. She paused right over his nipple before breaking eye contact. He had dusky nipples, they were beaded slightly from cold or desire and the temptation was too much to resist. She sealed her lips over the closest peak, sucked and rubbed the tip of her tongue over him. A deep growl tingled against her lips from the vibrations it caused, tickling slightly but that didn’t make her stop.

His hand brushed her thigh closest to him as she used her mouth to play with his body, her hands flattening on his chest and belly, loving the sensation of firm, smooth skin that she explored. The palm on his belly lowered until she brushed his rigid cock and she gently wrapped her fingers around the wide base of it. Damn, he’s big.

She pushed that fact away, released his nipple with a rake of her teeth and lunged for the other one. His cock twitched in her hold, seemed to swell more, if that were possible and she knew he was enjoying the things she did. It motivated her to release him again and trace wet tongue kisses over his ribs to his tight abs.

He had ridges of firm muscle and she took the time to nibble on them, the taste of his skin wonderful and slightly salty. She moaned when he growled at her, knew it was a good thing and his cock seemed to strain against her palm. She moved lower, kissing her way down his belly.

Jessie paused when she studied the crown of his cock. She wasn’t shocked that Species were circumcised since scientists created and raised them but it did stun her that it was noticeably mushroomed at the tip. Her vaginal walls clenched. I bet that’s going to feel good inside me. Easy, she demanded, her need to straddle him growing stronger as her arousal level shot higher. I want this to be really good for him too after what he just did to me. It’s only fair, so slow down!

The thoughts calmed her need to climb on his lap. She licked her lips instead and turned her head to glance at his handsome face. The raw hunger that radiated from his beautiful eyes assured her he was totally onboard with anything she wanted to do. His fingers massaged her thigh, kneed it to the point of an almost frantic urge for her to stop tormenting him.

“You aren’t going to protest if I lick you here, are you?” She gently squeezed his shaft and ran her thumb pad along the underside of it, stroking the velvety softness of the skin stretched tightly over a hot, steely arousal.

He purred really loudly, his eyes narrowed to slits and his mouth parted to reveal his fangs, which dented his bottom lip as he bit down. He shook his head hastily, denying it would offend him.

She shifted her body a little to hold his gaze, opened her mouth and refused to look away as she stuck her tongue out and traced the rim of the crown. He closed his eyes, his head fell back and the sounds he made turned her on. The guy purred. It was sexy as hell that she could make him respond that way and she took him fully into her mouth, now concentrating on it.

“Jessie,” he growled.

She sucked and took more of him between her lips, testing his girth. Her teeth lightly grazed him but it couldn’t be avoided. She worked him deeper toward the back of her throat until she knew she’d hit her limit then slowly lifted up, swirling her tongue along the underside while keeping tight suction. He made animalistic noises that she loved to hear. No man had ever responded so strongly to her before. It was flattering and increased her pleasure at making him feel good.

His hand released her thigh and the sound of material ripping reached her ears. She turned her head to peer at him again, saw his head was still thrown back, his fangs sank deeper into his lip and his fingers clawed the bedding. Fluff from inside the comforter showed as more shredding happened. His nails tore the bedding apart.

Jessie eased up on giving him head and slowly released him from her mouth.

Justice groaned, his eyes opened and he stared at her with such an intense look it made her pause. He took a few ragged breaths and she knew he was okay but really turned on. She lifted up a thigh, swung it around and straddled his hips. She reached back and gripped his cock. One of her hands flattened on his chest to keep her balance as she guided him right to where she wanted him.

“Can you hold still for me until I adjust to your size? You’re really big.”

He gave a sharp nod and his hands caressed her hips. A fine sheen of sweat broke out across his tan and muscular body, making him look sexier, as if he’d been oiled down. Jessie was more than ready and aching to feel Justice inside her.

Jessie groaned as she felt her body resist his penetration but she put down more weight. His thick cock breached her and she threw her head back in pleasure as she slowly sank down on him. He filled her deeper, stretched her to the point of near pain but it felt so good. She kept letting her weight take her down as a few more inches entered her. One of his hands left her to reach up to grab at a pillow near his head.

She lifted up and sank down again, taking more of him inside her. It was sheer bliss and she hoped he felt the same. Her ass brushed the top of his thighs and she knew she’d nearly taken all of him. Her body had adjusted faster than she’d thought it would.

The sounds of his purrs motivated her to ride him faster. She wasn’t sure which one of them was tortured more by her slow movements. She lowered one more time until her ass rested on his hips, the feel of him completely connected to her was pure perfection and she paused to appreciate the feel.

Justice snarled and wood snapped. Her chin jerked up to see what had happened.

Justice released the headboard bar he’d broken. He’d grabbed the top piece of wood, his strength too much for the poor thing.

His eyes opened. He met her gaze and Jessie moved, setting a fast pace, riding him hard. She threw back her head, unable to keep eye contact with him anymore. She felt her climax building despite always needing more than just a man inside her to come-but not with Justice. She rode him frantically, burning to come as she ground her hips against him with every downward stroke. Her vaginal muscles clenched hard and pleasure tore through her when the climax hit. She cried out his name.

Justice rolled over, pinned her under his body and drove into her harder and faster.

It spiked her pleasure higher, made her keep coming until she was sure her heart might explode. He snarled one final deep time, a vicious sound and began pulsing inside her with the hot spread of his release.

Jessie panted, clung to him and enjoyed the sensation. Whatever slight pain she’d been feeling in the aftermath of slightly rough sex faded. She opened her eyes and met Justice’s. He held most of his chest weight off her with his elbows propped on the bed.

Her arms were around his neck, hands gripping his shoulder blades and she didn’t remember putting them there.

“Did I hurt you?” Concern narrowed his beautiful cat eyes.

“That was amazing.”

He smiled. “Yes. It was.”

Jessie pulled him closer and brushed her mouth over his. He groaned and forced her lips open to his exploring tongue. She was the one who finally broke the kiss. Their gazes met and held.

“Did my heat bother you?”

“I liked it. I was a little sore for a few seconds but now I’m not. You should bottle that as a miracle cure for soothing a woman after sex.” She laughed.

He grinned. “I liked submitting to you.”

She glanced up above their heads. “You broke the headboard.”

He lifted his chin to peer at the headboard and got a comical expression on his face.

Jessie couldn’t help but laugh. His gaze met hers.

“I don’t remember doing that.”

“Then I guess I shouldn’t mention the comforter.”

He frowned.

Jessie released his back with one hand, reached to the side and grabbed a handful of filling. She showed it to him. “You should cut your nails, honey. You shredded the bed but thank you for letting me go and grabbing it instead. My uninjured thigh really appreciates it.”

Justice gawked at the fluff, stunned. “I don’t remember doing that either.”

“I think you were too focused on me.”

“I definitely was that. You’re beautiful, Jessie. Did I tell you that?” He stared deeply into her eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen when I’m inside you and you are enjoying us being together.”

“That’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Jessie turned her head to glance at the nightstand clock. “Oh, shit.” Her gaze flew to Justice. “It’s nine thirty.”

“So?”

“Your press conference.”

Justice paled and softly cursed. “I forgot.”

She grinned. “I take that statement back. That is the best thing anyone has ever said to me. I made the king of workaholics forget about work.”

He laughed. “Stay the night with me. I’ll grab a shower, go to the gates to talk to the press and come back.”

Happiness filled her that he didn’t want to end their time together. “I would love to. Do you have any other work tonight?”

He shifted over her and withdrew his still-hard cock. Near regret showed on his features while separating from her body. He lifted up and moved down the bed to the end of it. “The only work I have after talking to the media is topping what we just did. I think I can manage to do that.” His gaze traveled her body. “You inspire me to want to get to the gates and back as quickly as possible. I’ll hurry through the press conference.”

Jessie sat up on the bed, drew her knees up and hugged them. “You never wrote a speech.”

He shrugged, turning toward the bathroom and Jessie stared at his ass. He definitely had the finest one she’d ever seen in her entire life, in or out of a pair of jeans.

“I’ll wing it.” He turned at the bathroom door. “Do you want to come with me to the conference? You need to shower with me if you do. My scent is all over you unless you don’t mind all the Species who get close to you knowing what we just did.” He chuckled. “I would be happy for you to keep my scent but I know human women can be touchy about revealing those things publicly.”

“I think I’ll stay here if you don’t mind. I’m not a big fan of three-ring circuses with cameras.”

He laughed. “Me neither.” He disappeared into the bathroom.

Jessie scooted out of bed and studied it. The comforter was history. She tore it from the mattress and bunched it in a pile. She turned, laughed and realized the sheets were damaged too. His nails had pierced the comforter, torn right through it down to the sheets. After removing those, she laughed again. He’d even tagged the mattress. The situation cracked her up and she began to laugh.

“What?”

Jessie had to catch her breath as she turned to him, saw he’d already showered and was impressed he’d managed to do that so fast. “You have connections in this hotel, right?”

“We own it.”

“You better make a call. You need all new bedding and maybe a new mattress.”

Justice’s attention shifted to the bed. He stared at the bare mattress and smiled.

“Oh.”

“I knew the comforter was history and then discovered the sheets were too.” She laughed. “But you took out the mattress. I guess we could flip it over.”

“I’ll take care of it when I return.” His eyes sparkled. “I’ll hurry back.”

“I can’t wait.”

He softly purred as he took in her naked body from head to toe. “Nor can I.”

“Hold that thought until you return.”

“I have to go but I’ll hurry.”

“Leave already so you can come back faster. I’ll shower while you’re gone.”

“Make yourself at home.”

She watched him unlock the bedroom door, exit and close it behind him. She glanced at the bed and started laughing again. She’d heard of breaking a bed during sex but he’d taken out the whole bed. If that wasn’t impressive sex, she wasn’t sure what would be.

She quickly showered, remembering his statement to make herself at home. She found one of his tank tops in the dresser and put it on, hungry again. She walked to the door to go in search of leftovers from their dinner but a ringing sound came from behind her. Her discarded pants on the floor rang again.

She rushed for her cell. She dug it out on the fourth ring and opened it, reading it was from Tim Oberto. She answered the call with dread. She hoped like hell someone hadn’t called him to report that she was spending time with his boss, Justice North. It was going to be pure hell if that were the case and he’d called to fire her.

“What’s up, Tim?”

“We got a lead on a possible Gift Female’s location. The warrant just came through.

I need you now.”

Adrenaline hit hard and fast. “When are we moving in?”

“As soon as you get here.”

“Uh…”

“I got your message that you were staying at Reservation and sent a chopper that way. It should be landing in ten minutes and your ass needs to be waiting for it at their heliport area.” He hung up.

Damn. She closed the phone and stared at the bare mattress. She loved her job but for once she wished she could refuse an assignment. Justice would come back to find her gone and she wouldn’t be spending the night with him. Of course he’d understand, one of his Gift Females might be rescued and she had no excuse to stay.

It still saddened her to leave. I’ll probably never see him again and I wanted to sleep in his arms. Her shoulders slumped but she pushed it back. She had to go. Ten minutes were ticking down.