Amy's Redemption Page 2

  RJ smiled knowingly, before boasting, “And that was just a kiss, Amy.” Whispering for her ears only, he added, “Imagine how befuddled I can get you after I’ve brought you to climax two or three times.”

  “I wish,” she muttered before thinking.

  “What was that?”

  Moving away from him, her insecurity got the better of her. “Let’s finish this and then we’ll see who’s brought low by the other.”

  Chapter Two

  “Quit griping. You’re the one who insisted on driving my car instead of letting me meet you there.” Amy glared at RJ from the passenger side of her car.

  “The whole night, Amy. A bet’s a bet and I’m holding you to it.”

  Amy glared at the handsome stranger now driving her car. One shot, one lousy, lucky shot had made RJ the beneficiary of their wager and left her wondering why she had been so rash as to agree to the stupid thing in the first place. Of course, one look at that rugged profile framed by thick, wavy, collar length hair would have caused any normal, red blooded woman to cave. Add the rippling muscles, laid back drawl and intense looks that promised a girl heaven in three minutes or less and most women would have skipped the game and screamed, ‘Take me, I’m yours!’ without a qualm. The thing was, she wasn’t most women. For someone who had turned the occasional trick and stripped to make ends meet, she was vastly inexperienced to handle a man like RJ.

  “I’m not reneging,” she answered as he drove them to the Carleton while complaining about all the things wrong with her fifteen year old car. “I said I’d meet you there. I take it your friends are used to you taking off with women and leaving them to return your vehicle?”

  RJ tossed her a knowing grin. “Jealous, sweetheart?”

  Am snorted. “Not hardly.”

  “The first thing I’m going to do is paddle your ass. Someone needs to teach you some manners.”

  Amy felt her face flush and her pussy swell with need at the mention of a spanking again. She didn’t know if he was serious or what to think of her reaction to the idea. She was good at blowjobs, but they didn’t turn her on. Her experience with intercourse had been quick fucks with older men who came and went so fast she barely knew they’d been between her legs and a brief affair with the grandson of her previous landlady, who, at the age of twenty two, was sweet but still more concerned with getting himself off than her. She refused to think about the six months she spent with Jedediah.

  “I take it this is a fetish of yours?” she asked as if it didn’t matter to her whether he followed through with his threat or not.

  “Not a fetish. I like control, and it gives me that, as well as pleasure.”

  She was definitely out of her league with this man, she thought as he pulled in front of the Carleton. She’d give him his control and his pleasure, but she was good at running and she had every intention of doing so well before morning.

  “I can give you that RJ, but only tonight and only because I don’t go back on my word,” she warned him before he could get out.

  RJ hesitated slightly before nodding. “Tonight only.”

  RJ tossed the keys to the valet before taking Amy’s elbow and escorting her into the hotel. He knew a lot of women from the ranching community and rodeo circuit. Finding a willing bedmate when he came to town wasn’t difficult and most of them knew he was good for a few nights of nice dinners and good, hard sex, but that was it. He was thirty-six, content with his single lifestyle and had no aspirations to change it anytime soon, which made him wonder why he had been so reluctant to agree with her time limitation. If he hadn’t gotten her out of his system tonight, he would simply find one of his previous bedmates at the auction tomorrow.

  “Good evening, Max. This is a friend of mine, Amy. Could we have some champagne and fresh strawberries sent up please?”

  “Right away, Sir,” the front desk clerk smiled at them. “Have a nice night.”

  Grabbing her hand, RJ pulled her to the elevator, anxious to get her naked now that they had finally arrived.

  “I said I’d stay and screw you,” Amy said dryly as the elevator doors slid shut. “You don’t have to wine and dine me.” She was uncomfortable with the hand holding and the possessive way he refused to let go when she tried to pull away. His hand was large and calloused and engulfed her smaller one, his heat and strength making her feel special and safe, two things she had learned the hard way never to associate with a man.

  Punching the top floor, he scowled down at her. “You don’t like champagne and strawberries?” He got the distinct impression she was expecting, and wanting, a wham bam thank you ma’am fuck. If so, she was in for a rude, but pleasant awakening.

  “I prefer a cold beer, chips and spicy salsa.”

  “I’ll remember that if we have occasion to get together again.”

  He saw the instant denial in those expressive eyes and before she could comment, he kissed her, hard. Her hand tightened around his as she leaned into him, her soft lips parting instantly for his tongue. She may be unsure of him, but she wanted him nonetheless. They were both breathing heavily when the elevator doors slid open and he wasted no time dragging her out and ushering her inside his suite. RJ kept his mouth fused to hers as he skillfully maneuvered her towards the king size bed.

  Amy almost smiled in bitter triumph against RJ’s mouth when one hand moved from her ass to the snap on her jeans. Just like every other man, he was out for a quick release that involved his pleasure first and foremost.

  RJ shoved her jeans down, baring her from the waist down before releasing her mouth. Her wet, puffy lips curled in another sassy smirk as his hands cupped her naked buttocks and squeezed. As he kneaded her soft, firm globes, he bent and nipped her earlobe, hard. “What do you find amusing?”

  “Men,” she answered succinctly. “You’re all alike.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, you are so wrong.”

  Before Amy knew what he was doing, RJ sat down on the bed and with one hard yank, had her draped face down across his lap. Her hands reached out automatically to brace herself, head down to the floor. Sputtering between indignation and laughter, she gasped, “You were serious!”

  “Babe, there’s one thing you better learn real quick. I’m always serious when I say something.” RJ’s hand landed hard and fast on her right buttock and the sight of that soft, firm flesh turning red made him wish he had loosened his own jeans before starting this. Her ass was even more enticing than it had appeared in her jeans and the way she was wiggling around on his lap tempted him almost beyond endurance. “Lie still and behave. You just might enjoy this.” He smacked her again on the other cheek, smiling at her squeak of surprise.

  Amy’s amused indignation turned swiftly to heated lust as the fiery burn he was raising on her ass ignited her senses. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she could get so turned on by being spanked, but the vulnerability of her bare assed position along with the pleasure/pain she was unexpectedly experiencing worked together to quickly bring her to a feverish pitch. With each smack her pussy dampened more, her juices becoming so copious they coated her inner thighs. She tried to close her legs against her embarrassing reaction, but a hard swat to her upper thigh stopped her.

  “Keep those pretty legs parted for me Amy,” RJ ordered, smacking her other thigh. Her ass was a delightful pink, the cheeks hot to touch and by her unconscious gyrations against his thigh, he knew she was as turned on as he was.

  Amy whimpered in mortification and need, trying miserably to fight her response to this humiliation. Where was her backbone? Where was her hard earned resolve to never let a man get the upper hand with her again, her determination to stay clear both physically and emotionally from any involvement? Her buttocks felt swollen, ached with fiery heat and she couldn’t prevent from rubbing herself against his muscled thigh, her pussy contracting as she eagerly sought each swat with a lift of her hips only to rub her bare mound against his rough denim after receiving it.

  Her body covered in a lig
ht coat of sweat, her eyes watery with tears she refused to shed, she moaned, struggled with her uncomfortable desire until she could no longer hold back. Crying out, she rubbed hard against his thigh as she let the orgasm rip through her, her shocked pleasure so intense she didn’t care about the lewd display she was making of herself. RJ didn’t let up on his ministrations as she rode out the most intense climax she had ever experienced, each painful swat pushing her higher and higher.

  It took her several moments to come down as her body shuddered with small aftershocks before she realized he was softly rubbing her sore, abused cheeks, his breathing as heavy as hers. Amy had been having sex since she was sixteen and this was the first time she had climaxed without using her own hand or applying a dildo herself. She was embarrassed and confused and angry with herself for allowing him to have the upper hand. Needing to regain control of both herself and him, she slid off his lap to kneel between his legs. Without looking at him, her hands went to his belt where she clumsily released the buckle before his hand covered hers.

  RJ helped her lower his zipper, which proved to be difficult to do over his erection. Between the two of them, they managed to release his engorged cock and Amy’s eyes widened in shock as it fell into her hands. His cock was proportioned in size with the rest of him, extra large. She stared in awe as she failed to encircle his girth with her hand. Almost reverently, she used both hands to feel him, slowly learning his shaft from root to seeping tip, her thumb spreading that tell tale moisture around the mushroom shaped head before taking another slow glide down.

  “Lean back,” she instructed hoarsely without looking at him.

  RJ complied, unable to argue even if he wanted to. The girl had very talented hands and when she cupped his balls he couldn’t prevent the groan that rumbled deeply as he thrust into her hands. Her undivided attention was riveted on his cock, her rapt expression and engrossed exploration was so fucking exciting he damn near lost his wad without further ado. For a man who prided himself on his strict control over others as well as himself, that was a bitter acknowledgement tempered only by the pleasure of having a woman so refreshingly unabashed.

  Amy smiled, her equilibrium returning rapidly as she explored his large sacs, enjoying their soft weight in her palms and the way his thighs tightened in response. Her buttocks felt warm and achy, her nipples were beaded into hard points and her pussy was once again swelling with moisture. Never before had a cock fascinated her so, nor had she ever received such pleasure for herself with the feel of one in her hands. As she bent forward to run her tongue lightly around the head, catching that seeping moisture and taking it into her mouth, she groaned inwardly as she reluctantly admitted to another false misconception. He was still in control and she was afraid that this night was going to prove to be her biggest folly.

  Amy opened her mouth and took just the head of his cock in, suckling him like a lollipop. She ran her tongue over the top, once again tasting his pre-come before stroking the sensitive underside. She released him with a plop, her lips and tongue moving down his shaft before daring to peek up at his face. His green eyes stared heatedly down at her bent head, his face flushed with pleasure and his lips smiling softly.

  “No,” he commanded when she looked away from him, his intensity unnerving. “Watch me watch you. I’ve never had anyone suck me with such pleasure.”

  Any other time, place or person and Amy would have adamantly denied she was getting any pleasure from a blowjob, but she couldn’t here, with this man. As she took him fully into her mouth, she admitted only to herself that she was indeed enjoying sucking his cock, getting immense pleasure from feeling his hardness filling her mouth and his pre-come coating her tongue. Using lips, mouth and tongue she moved slowly up and down his shaft, her eyes never leaving his. When she released his cock to nuzzle his balls and then suckle first one then the other, she drew enormous pleasure from hearing him curse, watching him swallow heavily as his eyes followed her mouth and tongue.

  His balls were hairless which made savoring them slowly with her tongue and mouth more pleasurable, enticing her to linger with them as she stroked his cock just as leisurely. When his sacs tightened up, signaling his release, she moved her mouth back up, once again taking his cock deep, swallowing as much of his length as she could and still only managing to get half of him in. Using one hand to cup his sacs, she gripped his base with the other and proceeded to suck him hard, hallowing her cheeks as she moved up, her tongue circling and her pumping hand working in tandem. She worked his cock and balls like a fine tuned instrument, playing him over and over, until that beautiful crescendo reached its peak. His balls tightened and his cock jumped, signaling his release.

  Gripping her hair, RJ tried to pull her off of him, but she refused to turn him loose. She wanted him in her mouth, shooting his come down her throat. Then this would be over. He would be through with her and she could leave and forget how this man brought her to her knees, literally, and then forget all about him

  “Dammit, Amy. Move back or I’m going to…..aww, fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he came with long violent spurts of pleasure. Lifting his hips, he fucked her mouth hard, unable to control himself, the pleasure too intense. Though he used her mouth roughly, he wasn’t so far gone with lust that he wasn’t careful not to hurt her.

  First she had come lying over his lap which he presumed was her first spanking; then she surprised him further by initiating and then he enjoyed the best blowjob he had ever had. His body was still shuddering with pleasure and his dick was still hard, his orgasm only taking the edge off his desire for this slip of a girl. Pulling away from him, she sat back on her heels a puzzled look on her face.

  “You came.” Her tone was both accusatory and puzzled as she looked from his still hard cock to his face.

  Raising a brow, he had to refrain from laughing out loud. Somehow he didn’t think she’d appreciate him finding amusement at her naiveté. “And?”

  Gesturing to his penis, she questioned irritably, “Why are you still hard?”

  “I’m still horny.” With the storm he saw brewing in those violet eyes he thought it best to keep his answers simple.

  “But…I thought we’d be done,” she practically wailed, her plans for a short night to meet her obligation being quickly dashed.

  As enlightenment dawned, RJ did chuckle out loud. “You thought when I said all night, I meant only until I came once? You’ve either been fucking boys or old men, sweetheart. But, tonight, you’re with me and we’re a long way from done.”

  A knock at the door drew both their attention. Remembering the order for Champaign and strawberries, Amy jumped up and dove under the covers. “You’re not helping matters,” she accused him when he chuckled at her haste, adding to her irritation.

  RJ hitched up his jeans but left them open. Hell, he was still too hard and too horny to try zipping himself in. The young waiter caught a quick glimpse of his exposed cock before managing to avoid looking down again as he wheeled in a small cart, blushed bright red, grabbed his tip and made a hasty exit.

  Amy couldn’t help but grin at the poor kid’s reaction. “That was just mean,” she accused an unrepentant RJ.

  “That was just necessary. If I’d tried to zip, that could’ve ended our fun tonight. And I know how that would have disappointed you.”

  Amy shrugged as if she didn’t care one way or another whether or not they proceeded. “You got your pleasure, what’s the big deal?”

  “And you got yours, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have more.” Her red, startled look told him she didn’t think he knew she had come like a firecracker while lying bare assed over his lap. “Get up and strip then we’ll take a breather and you can tell me all about yourself.”

  Amy rose and started removing her clothes the rest of the way while she watched him do the same. “I agreed to fuck you, RJ, not give you my life’s story.”

  “You hiding deep dark secrets, Amy?” he asked as he tossed his clothes
over a large armchair before taking in her complete nudity.

  You wouldn’t believe what I’m hiding, she thought as she let his question slide. His bare body was magnificent and she was disconcerted to yearn so strongly to be held against all those hard muscles and cushioned with that strength. As RJ approached her slowly, the light of appreciation in his eyes took her off guard. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Like what?” He reached out and cupped her right breast, which fit perfectly in his hand.

  “I don’t know. Like…” Amy was having difficulty forming words. His palm and fingers were large and calloused and felt wonderful against her breast and when he lightly twisted her nipple she couldn’t prevent a moan from escaping or from swaying closer to him.

  “Like I find you very sexy and can’t wait to fuck you?”

  “Yeah, like that.” Her voice came out breathless as he cupped her other breast and now held both in his hot hands.

  “Because I can’t. Why does that surprise you?” he asked when her eyes widened.

  Looking down at herself, she acknowledged ruefully, “I’m short, small and plain. I do have eyes, you know.”

  “You’re petite, your breasts the perfect size for my hands and I love a bare pussy, but that little arrow of hair you have is damn arousing.”

  Amy had had the Brazilian cut ever since her stripping days. She too enjoyed having her cunt bare, but had always thought the little arrow above her mound sexy and it still left her completely hairless below. A glance down showed her his cock was seeping again. Wanting the attention off of her, she took him in her hand and started to kneel.

  “No,” RJ instructed, grabbing her elbow and stepping back. “Get comfortable and I’ll bring our snack over.”

  It was going to be a long night, Amy thought with both anticipation and dread as she settled against the headboard and drew the sheet across her lap. She was beginning to regret ever stopping at that bar.