Out of Control

by Toni J Strawn

  “Do you have a vibrator?” I asked, glancing at the twin set of bedside tables. With all the other high-end equipment littered around her room, she was sure to have a good selection of top-notch gadgets.

  “No, I don’t.” She shook her head, a smile toying with her lips as though she knew exactly why I was asking.

  I blinked. “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t need one.”

  I snapped my mouth shut, chewing on her answer. She could be lying, but I didn’t think so. She didn’t strike me as the deceitful kind. Too many shockingly honest things came out of her mouth.

  I tilted my head. “Show me what you do, then.”

  Her smile faded, her brow pulling tight with concentration as she splayed her pussy lips and dragged one finger through the wetness. The tip glistened with juices, which she spread on her clit before drawing her finger back down and plunging it inside herself.

  Her back arched as she jerked her finger in and out of her sex and up to her clit, obviously enjoying herself. Her fingers slipped through the folds, up and around the erect little nub, her muscles cinching tight each time she flicked past it. My cock twitched and jerked, eager to be deep inside her. I rested my hand on my thighs, a hair’s breadth from gripping my cock and joining in, jacking my jism all over that tight little pussy.

  Fuck. I stepped forward, close to giving in. Which was, of course, when she stopped.

  “Now what?” she asked. She wiped her finger off on her tits, her nipples springing to attention, stiff and streaked with her cream. “Do you want to taste?” She jiggled her breasts, ensuring my attention was riveted on them.

  “Yes,” I hissed. Another step forward.

  She put up her hand. “Take your shirt off first.”

  I paused. “That’s changing the rules.” I needed to keep the upper hand, or this slip of a woman would have me on my knees.

  “There aren’t any rules.” She gathered her breasts together, sliding her thumbs over turgid nipples. “Just needs.”

  My mouth went dry. I ran my hand down the smooth arch of her calf to her ankle. “In that case, what the fuck are we playing around for?”

  Before she could come up with a smart-ass answer I didn’t want to hear, I ripped off my shirt and leaned over the bed, pulling her forward so I could reach her breasts. Her scent hit me first, the musky sweetness of her desire topped with a hint of vanilla and oranges. I drove her down onto the bed as I lurched on top of her, wrapping my lips around the erect bud of her nipple. Mmm. She tasted exactly as she smelled.

  I licked every drop of her cream from each breast, loving the feel of her writhing beneath me. Her hips flexed up and down as she sought friction, her wet pussy suctioning against my thigh as she ground into me. Okay, I might have helped a little, but fuck, with her beautiful tits in my mouth and her getting off on riding my thigh, there was no way I wasn’t driving her as close to the edge as I could.

  Ow. She pulled my head up by the roots of my hair, dragging me up until her lips found mine. Her breath was hot and heavy, the heat of her body searing my skin as she rode me. The muscles in her thighs tightened and she drove her hips down, grinding into my flesh. A low, keening hum vibrated all the way through her, exploding into a sigh of pleasure as she came. I could feel her clit pulsing, and she wriggled against me, thighs clamping tight. She moaned into my mouth and the sound wrapped itself around my balls, tugging hard. I barely stopped myself from coming. I rested my head in the curve of her neck, panting right along with her.

  “You didn’t come,” she said when she had caught her breath. She tapped my cheek, seemingly disappointed.

  She struggled from my arms, pushing me over so I was on my back. She clambered on top of me, her breasts close to my face, plump and tempting. But before I could make the most of the situation, she dropped back on her heels, her hand forming a fist around my cock. Her head dropped down and she slipped wet lips over the length as she swallowed me whole.

  “Fuck. Lila.” Pleasure rode me hard, my ass lifting off the bed before I landed with a soft whoomph.

  I raised my head to look down my body. She hadn’t moved. She gazed back at me, her mouth filled with my cock, her eyes begging me to fuck her.

  Who the hell was this woman?

  Someone I couldn’t resist, I conceded as I gripped her hair and slid my cock out of her mouth, then pushed it back in again on a slow glide. She tightened her fist around the base, creating a suction that had my eyes watering. And still she looked at me. Patient. Waiting.

  I loosened my grip in her hair a little and she tightened her fingers on my ass in response, urging me on, wanting more. I let my head fall back on the pillow, unable to meet her gaze without shooting my load into her mouth.

  She took care of that anyway. I couldn’t hold back any longer, her sweet lips, tongue dipping into the crease just under the head before sinking down to take me all the way to the back of her throat. I lifted my hips, driving in and out, my dick so tight I thought it might explode. Pleasure arced from the base of my spine to my ass, reaching around and squeezing my balls until I let loose, cock jerking, hot come spurting into her mouth.

  While I struggled to get my brain functioning again, she crawled back up my body, wiping her thumb across the corner of her lips, making sure she got every drop. Pleased with herself.

  She let out a squeal when I grabbed her and tossed her onto her back.

  “Hey, I think it’s my turn,” she said, grinning.

  “There aren’t any rules,” I reminded her. “Only pleasure.”

  Chapter Four

  LILA

  “Where are the condoms?” Blake growled in my ear.

  Condoms? Yes. Safety first.

  “In the drawer.” I waved my hand toward the bedside table.

  He stood, and I sucked in a breath as his full frontal view was revealed. His muscles popped in a ripple of dips and ridges, flowing from his chest, down, down, down to taper at his waist. His stomach was a flawless six-pack, perfectly divided by a trail of fine hair that trickled between twin slabs of muscle ending in the fierce jut of his cock. I bit my lip as he rolled the condom down his length in a precise, controlled way. How could he be so hard, so fast?

  God, he was hot. Hotter still was the fact he watched me the entire time, as if he enjoyed knowing he was the center of my complete, undivided attention. The heat of his gaze enveloped me, sweeping through my body, brushing against all my erogenous zones and amping up my desire until all I could think of was having him. Taking what I wanted. Being taken.

  He stretched out on the bed beside me and I couldn’t keep my hands off him, running my palms over his stomach and chest, trickling my fingers down his sides. I tried to roll over so I was on top, but he wasn’t having it. He flipped me on my back again. We wrestled for a moment, vying for top position, until he played dirty, nuzzling under my chin, layering my neck with open-mouthed kisses. I let out a moan, craning my head to the side to give him better access. It was only when he lifted his head that I realized he had me pinned down, but by then I didn’t care. He nibbled up the line of my throat to the shell of my ear and across my cheek until his lips pressed against my mouth.

  I invited him in, returning his kiss until our breath mingled, heavy with pleasurable sighs, our tongues dancing against each other. Heat rose in a flush that swept from my chest, flicking across my nipples, down to the depths of my belly. I moaned, half enjoyment, half frustration, and I arched my back, needing more. He slipped his knee between my thighs and I finally had the feel of skin against skin I had been yearning for.

  He flexed his hips forward, and his cock slipped through the wetness of my sex, notching into the entrance. We both froze, and he looked down at me, his eyes soft, hazy, inquiring.

  “You still with me?” he asked.

  Was I?

  I tapped pause on my libido as I considered his question. Tonight was supposed to be all about having fun. Finding a hot man at a bar and fucking him was fun, right? So w
hy did this feel like it meant something more? Like I was stepping over a precipice I might not be able to climb back from? I tilted my head, probing his features, a face that already seemed so familiar.

  Perhaps it was because he knew Mia, therefore he wasn’t a complete stranger. Or maybe because he was truly a man, not some awkward boy fumbling in the dark. Either way, there was no turning back for me now. I needed this.

  “Yeah. I’m with you.” I smiled lazily, enjoying the wave of heat that came with letting go.

  “Thank fuck for that.” He blew out a breath. He still hadn’t moved. “I don’t know if I could’ve stopped.”

  But I knew he would have, which made the moment he pushed inside me all the sweeter. His cock got partway in before becoming wedged. He grunted, a sound of pure satisfaction, dropping his head against my shoulder.

  “So fucking sweet,” he whispered, his arms shaking with the effort of holding himself back.

  “Not sweet. Horny.” I wriggled beneath him, flexing my fingers into the flesh of his ass, urging him to continue. I didn’t want him to keep anything from me.

  I felt his groan reverberate through me, the sound a background to the thundering beat of my heart. He pulled back his hips, his cock retreating then plunging forward until he was all the way in. Not quite. He retreated again, drove inside me that last half inch until he was fully seated, the root of his cock spreading me wide. I was filled to the brim, and I barely had time to catch a breath before he started moving, drawing his cock out, then slamming into me again. This time I was ready for him, and I shoved my hips upward, meeting his thrust. His thighs slapped against mine, a satisfying sound.

  “God, you feel so fucking good.” He leaned down to kiss me, shoving his tongue inside me and claiming me all over again.

  I returned his kiss, grasping his shoulders, trying to find a way to ground myself before I flew away on the pure pleasure of sensation. Each time I thought I’d found purchase, he would drive inside me again, stealing my breath, my thoughts, becoming my only reality.

  He drew back on his knees, pulling me with him so I cascaded from his body, sprawling against the sheets, laid bare for him to see. He kept my gaze tightly in his, not allowing mine to stray. Not that I wanted it to.

  “Play with yourself. Find that juicy, pink clit,” he ordered.

  I followed his instructions, my fingers sliding through wetness until I found the erect little bundle of nerves. That first touch was like a shot of electricity, and I jerked against him, my shoulders lifting off the bed. I was buzzing all over, nerve endings screaming with the overwhelming sense of having him above me, filling me, urging me on.

  “Fuck. Yes. That’s it.” His gaze locked with mine, sparks of fire leaping between us as his expression became one of determination.

  I looked down the line of my body to where his cock joined with me, my fingers dancing over my clit faster and faster. He tightened his grip on my hips, holding nothing back. Lifting up on the balls of his feet, he slammed his hips forward, his cock a piston, sweet pleasure rippling through me every time he hit the back of my sex. Every muscle in my body felt as though it was being twisted, higher and higher. I squeezed my eyes shut as I rubbed at my clit, lost in the spiraling sensations. I felt I might burst from the inside out, and I opened my mouth, letting out a low moan that started deep in the pit of my belly.

  “Open your eyes, Lila. Look at me,” he demanded roughly.

  I dragged my eyes open and met his fevered gaze. He rocked against me, out of sync with our previous rhythm, close to losing it. I pressed down hard on my clit, my whole body shaking as he rammed his cock into me again. And again. On the third time, everything inside of me let go, and I flew apart, exploding into everything and nothing, my clit twitching beneath slippery fingers.

  I came back to myself as he let out a garbled shout. He stopped moving, his cock wedged in my sex, jerking inside me as he came.

  His chest heaved up and down, my own labored breath perfectly synced to its rise and fall. A slow smile spread across his face as he looked down at me, eyes half lidded with satisfaction, his dimples finally making an appearance. I felt vulnerable under his gaze, as if joining with him had stripped away something of myself. A wave of uncertainty hit me, and I sank back into the bed, his cock withdrawing as I retreated. I twisted away until I found a space at the opposite end of the sheets.

  I thought he would get up and leave, but instead he followed me, pulling me close, inviting me to lay my head against his chest. I let out a sigh and curled into him, enjoying the thud-thud-thud of his pulse beneath my cheek. He stroked my arm in long, slow sweeps, saying nothing, perhaps enjoying the silence as much as I was. For the first time in a long while, I felt peaceful. Relaxed. Maybe because I’d just had the sass pounded right out of me.

  Whatever the reason, the next thing I knew, the bed beneath me shifted as he moved. I must have fallen asleep because the blankets had been pulled over me at some stage. I was warm and cozy and, thankfully, it was still dark in the room. I glanced around, located him as he walked to the door—or his ass, anyway.

  “Where are you going?” I mumbled. Not that I cared, as long as he intended to crawl back in beside me. I could get used to using his pecs as a pillow.

  “Mia just got home,” he said, cracking open the door.

  That woke me up. I shot upright. “You can’t go out there!” I dove out of bed, putting my palm flat against the door to stop him from opening it any farther. I tried not to glance down or take note that once again his cock seemed to be fully awake and alert. I looked up instead and caught his gaze.

  “Why not?” he asked.

  “Well, apart from the fact you’ve got no clothes on, I’d rather she didn’t know I slept with you.” Green light or not, a naked Blake confronting Mia at the door was not how I wanted to break the news that I’d brought him home to bed.

  He looked down at me, his expression softening. “There’s nothing wrong with what we did.”

  The earnestness of his expression got to me, and I giggled.

  “No. It was bad, bad, bad.”

  A smile surfaced, his dimples deepening. “So bad,” he murmured, lowering his head to capture my lips with his. I returned the kiss that should have been cheeky and sweet, except his lips parted, and I ended up leaning into him, his cock prodding my stomach as I devoured his mouth.

  It took everything in me to push away, but I did, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

  “Maybe you’d better go,” I said shakily. I was conscious of Mia on the other side of the door somewhere in the apartment. I’d barely moved in and already I’d screwed around with my roomie’s family. Not good form.

  Thankfully, he didn’t argue. He moved away to get dressed, and I pressed my ear to the wood paneling. Mia went into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard water running.

  “Wait a minute. She’s in the bathroom,” I informed Blake.

  “I can pop in and say hello,” he teased.

  “No, you can’t.” I pressed my back against the door, barring the way. “I don’t want Mia knowing you’re here. Leave me some dignity.”

  He regarded me a moment. “You actually care what she thinks?” He seemed surprised.

  I blinked. “Yes. Don’t you?”

  He shrugged. “Not especially. We’re all adults here.”

  I tugged at the ends of my hair, an old habit I couldn’t seem to break. “Or…you could wait until morning. Mia has work tomorrow.” And I liked the thought of him staying. If this was my one and only night with him—and it definitely was—then I was up for a bit more fun in the a.m., when the apartment was empty again.

  “What about you? Don’t you have a job to go to?” he asked.

  “No, I don’t work.”

  He drew back, a crease forming between his brows. “What do you do, then?”

  “Seduce men in bars and bring them home. I screw them. Kill them, then raid their pockets for pennies,” I dead-panned, then smiled at the l
ook on his face. I chuckled, accepting the night was well and truly over. “Get dressed. I’ll go and check on Mia, then give you the all clear.”

  After donning a robe, I slipped out the door, closing it firmly behind me, then moved down the hallway. The bathroom door was open. Mia’s was shut.

  I went back to my bedroom. I had fallen in love with the place as soon as I’d set foot in it. It was large and roomy, wooden floors broken up with thick, colorful rugs, and a skylight window that was partially cracked open, letting in the light of the moon and stars.

  Blake was a nice accessory to the place. He was dressed, the gorgeous bod I’d barely sampled all wrapped back up in pretty packaging. He saw me, and his forehead fanned into furrows.

  “Seriously, who exactly are you?”

  “It’s a bit late to be asking that now.” He didn’t return my smile. I bit back a sigh. “Fun’s over. Mia’s gone to bed. You’re good to go.”

  I didn’t give him time to probe for more information. I’d spoken the truth when I’d said the fun was over. Now I was tired. And a little morose. I didn’t want to see Blake again. Okay, that was an out-and-out lie, but I knew I couldn’t let a man like Blake get close. Look how quickly the evening had spun out of control. Out of my control, anyway. I had allowed myself to get lost in the fun and fantasy of being with an amazing lover, but from what little I had seen of Blake, the guy was a force of nature. Just like my ex, Austin, Blake could suck me in and I would end up losing myself all over again. He had to go. Now. Before I changed my mind and offered to accompany him home and finish the night at his place.

  No. No. No.

  I pressed my lips tight and led him down the hall, tugging on his arm when he paused at Mia’s door. When we got to the foyer, I spun around and landed a kiss, hoping to keep his mind on me. My ploy worked better than I thought, and it was me who had to untangle my tongue from his after a few minutes, shaking my head to clear it. The dude could kiss.

  “Maybe I’ll see you around,” I said, shoving him toward the door.