Her body slid along the soft, blue baize every time he thrust inside, her cheek squashed against the table. Pleasure pooled in her pussy, hot sensation bathing her skin. She wanted to push back, to arch her body into his, but his hands grasped her hips too tightly. She could feel herself clench him, tightening around his thick cock, and could hear his resulting groan.
“Don’t come yet.” His voice was harsh against her ear. He pulled her against him, dragging her up the baize, until her feet were almost grazing the ground. His fingers dug into her hips, pinning her against the table, then he dipped one hand down, pushing it against her clit.
His calloused finger moved in small, soft circles, his cock pounding inside her as he touched. She had more movement here, enough to arch her back, to push her ass until it connected with his pelvis.
She bucked against him, increasing the pressure of his body against hers. She could feel the pleasure building inside until it was almost painful. Like a hot geyser beneath the ground, she knew her release was going to be spectacular.
“Oh my God.” Her words were garbled as she tightened against him.
Murphy slowed his rhythm, enough to stop her from falling over the edge, enough to tease her until she thought she was going crazy. His cock dragged gently against her pussy, his movements slick and sure.
When Rachel tried to buck against him, chasing her own release, he curled his fingers against her ass, digging them into the soft flesh. He squeezed it, pushing his palm down hard, and she turned her head to see what he was doing.
“I want to spank your ass.” He squeezed again. Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes.
She turned her head a little more, enough to catch his eye. “Do it.”
He hit her hard, making the skin of her ass pink up. For a long, agonizing minute, he kept her clinging to the edge, mumbling desperately; her eyes squeezed shut as she tried not to come too soon, desperate to prolong her pleasure.
He gave a deep, rough thrust, and she squeezed him tight, the pulsing making everything feel good. He pulled back a little, muttering, “Give it to me. Come on, baby.”
She was on the edge and her whole body stilled, pausing a moment before tumbling over into release. Her chest shook, her moans were muffled by the baize beneath her head, and Murphy continued to fuck her hard, her spasms milking his cock. She soared high and far, biting her lip
to stop the shouts that wanted to escape, spasms wracking her body as her pleasure peaked.
“Like that, just like that.” He collapsed on top of her, his cock pulsing inside, quieting his groans with her skin. His weight pinned her to the table, and she couldn’t move. She didn’t have enough strength to even try. Her eyelids drooped, her legs like jelly hanging from the table.
“Are you okay?” His voice was a murmur as he knelt beside her. She nodded her head, unable to speak, having no energy to do anything at all. Her eyes were drooping when she felt his gentle hands scoop her up, lifting her naked body against his. He carried her upstairs with rhythmic movements, placing her on the soft mattress of her bed. She felt it dip as he climbed in beside her, holding her tightly against him.
“Sleep,” he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair gently with one hand, cupping her behind with the other to mold her against him. She felt her eyes close, her body on the edge of giving in to sweet oblivion. In spite of her need to plan, to work out how she was going to get out of this, her body was acquiescent in his arms.
Her last thought before succumbing to nothingness was she only had a few hours left until morning came.
Chapter Five
Before she opened her eyes, she could feel the warmth of Murphy’s chest against her cheek and smell the familiar fragrance of his body. His hand moved down to stroke her back, fingers feathering against her skin.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I was out for the count.” It took a few moments for her lids to become unglued.
Murphy rolled on to his back, pulling her toward him until she was curled against his side, her head resting on his chest. Even though it was a strange parody of a lovers’ embrace, she allowed herself to be held. Allowed herself to feel good for a while.
“Are you still planning to take me to David?” Just saying his name was enough to start the tremors again, and she felt Murphy’s arms tighten around her in response. She didn’t want to like his concern as much as she did.
Murphy cleared his throat, throwing his free arm across his eyes. It was like he was trying to block everything out.
“No.” A deep breath was followed by a loud exhale. “I just need to work out what to do.”
There was something behind his words that made her alert. “What do you mean?” She wasn’t sure she understood. There was a wariness in his demeanor that made her feel unnerved, like she was tiptoeing around jagged glass.
His other arm released her, both hands rising to his face, rubbing at his skin like it was itching badly. She waited through his silence, letting him think things through. It was a minute before he spoke. “I owe him a lot of money.” His voice was a monotone. “This was my way of repaying the debt.”
“You owe him?” Rachel frowned. “Why?”
Murphy laughed, and the short bark made her flinch. She pulled the covers closer around her body, blocking out the chilly air. “I got into a few debts. Gambling mostly.” He rubbed his eyes again. “I guess I thought I’d get back on a winning streak.”
“You lost to David?”