by BETH KERY
He grunted in satisfaction, and her gaze darted to him in the reflection. He was watching his hand move just as avidly as she was. Her clit sizzled. “I have something you’ll like,” he said near her ear.
Then his hand was gone. She whimpered softly at the deprivation, feeling just as undone and aroused as she appeared in the mirror. Her cheeks were vividly pink and her nipples had grown erect. Her breasts heaved up and down as she tried to recover from the jarring absence of his rubbing finger. He was digging in his leather toiletry bag. He removed a cylindrical case and tipped out a bluish-purple metallic tube, about the size of a cigar but a little thicker. Next he took out a small bottle of clear liquid, his actions precise and rapid.
“Is that a vibrator?” she asked, stunned, watching him closely as he hastily ripped off the plastic seal on the cap and flipped up the tiny nozzle.
He made a gruff sound of affirmation as he again curled his large body around her hip. She realized the position let him embrace her in a sense while leaving the front of her body exposed to the mirror . . . to the image of him making love to her.
“Do you use one?” he asked gently. At the same time he brushed a few tendrils of hair away from her breasts, fully exposing her. He picked up the bottle of lubricant.
She cleared her throat uncomfortably. Again, he was asking her to be honest about things most human beings just never said out loud. Gia had found dating since she moved to Hollywood challenging for several reasons, the most crucial of which she just hadn’t had time to devote to a relationship. Her little vibrator had become a necessity.
“Yes. Not like that, though,” she admitted, nodding at the blue metallic tube he held in his palm. “Mine is a bullet vibrator.”
“So it’s okay if I use this on you?”
She nodded. He placed his lips briefly on the pulse fluttering at her throat, his pressing, warm lips making her heart leap. Desire swelled in her. She started to reach for him.
“Keep your hands at your sides.”
She made a muffled sound of combined arousal and frustration, but followed his demand.
“You really do blow me away, Gia.”
He squirted some of the clear liquid from the bottle onto the crevice of her labia. Her eyes sprang wide in surprise and interest at his action. Her outer sex glistened. “I know you’re very wet already, but I want to make sure I’m not abrading the skin too much, since you just shaved,” he said, his matter-of-fact explanation and hoarse, deep voice in her ear causing her nipples to tighten even further. She licked her lower lip in mounting anticipation as he turned the power on the vibrator. It was nearly silent, but she could hear the slight buzz. He swept one hand along the side of her body that was farthest from him, caressing her at the same moment that he pressed the purple metallic vibrator between her labia.
“Oh God” leapt out of her throat. She quaked in his hold. Her own arousal and the squirt of lubricant from the bottle had made her very wet. The vibrator buzzed energetically on her clit. But it was the vision of Seth sliding the tube up and down between the sensitive lips that left her wide-eyed and spellbound.
“Feel good?” he asked, his stroking hand cupping her breast and massaging it.
“It feels . . . amazing,” she managed breathlessly.
“Is the pleasure a little sharper, now that you’re all clean and naked?” he murmured in her ear.
“Yes,” she grated out between clenched teeth, because it was definitely true. She winced in excitement when he lightly pinched at her nipple with thumb and forefinger. He continued to move the vibrator up and down in the valley of her sex lips, the vision lewd and beautiful and compelling.
“I like watching your face while you watch me touch you,” he said thickly, nipping at her earlobe. She trembled in his hold. He shifted his hips and stepped closer.
“Seth,” she muttered in mounting excitement. The weight of his cock thumped against her right buttock. He pressed closer, letting her feel the full extent of his arousal. He held up her breast and squeezed it gently. She felt his heavy erection jump against her skin.
“See what you’re doing to me?” His eyes looked liquid and hot as he held her stare in the mirror. “It’s going to feel so good inside your little pussy once you come for me.”
The vibrator was ruthless, but so was Seth’s deft skill at using it. “I’m going to come,” she said shakily after a while.
“In a moment,” he said, kissing her ear. She realized he had used a soothing tone with her because he’d slid the lubricated vibrator out of the cleft of her labia. She watched in a rising agony of pleasure as he dragged the vibrating missile over her belly and heaving ribs. Gia knew what he was about to do, reading the hot intent in his hungry gaze as he watched in the mirror. Knowing made the anticipation cut at her.
He lifted her breast and used the tip of the vibrator to stimulate her nipple. She moaned at the erotic sensation and potent image. His cock lurched against her ass. She was so aroused, she dipped her knees and pressed closer to him, stimulating him with a subtle up-and-down motion.
“Hold still,” he told her tensely, his jaw rigid.
She gasped and went still, choking back a cry.
He resumed circling the tip of the lubricated vibrator around the crown of her breast. Arousal spiked through her, causing her clit to pinch in pain. She clamped her thighs shut to alleviate the friction. “That’s right,” Seth said near her ear, moving his hand in a gentle massaging motion as he stimulated the nipple. “That’s what I remember most about you. How sensitive you are.” He kissed her ear. “How sweet.”
She moaned in anguish.
“Do you want to come now?” he rasped.
“Yes. Please.”
He removed the tormenting vibrator from her nipple and picked up the bottle of lubricant again. She gave a plaintive whimper as she watched him squirt a small amount of the clear, silky oil directly on her labia again. Her naked outer sex glistened in the mirror. Every muscle in her body grew tight, and she held her breath as she watched him lift the metallic vibrator to her pussy. He began to slide the buzzing missile up and down in the juicy cleft of her labia directly onto her burning clit.
“Shhh, that’s right,” she heard him say, as if from a distance as she broke in orgasm. His arm surrounded her from the back, his hand bracing her at her waist as she shook in release. As pleasure pulsed through her, she was aware of the arousing sensation of his heavy cock pressing tight to her hip and buttock, the full, vibrant sensation taunting her even in the midst of breaking bliss.
He withdrew the vibrator when her cries softened and she sagged against his weight.
“Can you walk out to the bedroom?” he asked.
She blinked dazedly and focused on him in the mirror. She understood why he’d asked. Her reflection looked sex-flushed and thoroughly dazed. It had been one hell of an orgasm.
“Of course,” she said.
She thought she saw his hard mouth curl into a small smile before he took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. She sat down at the edge of the bed at his urging. He remained standing. Her mouth dropped open, and she went still when he stepped closer, parting her thighs with his body. His cock tented the loose cotton pants he wore. It filled her vision. Moaning softly in desire, she cupped him through the fabric, gripping him and sliding her fist up and down the thick shaft. He groaned harshly. Her excited actions pulled the waistband down closer to the root. She impatiently jerked the pants forward over his long, suspended cock and shoved the waistband down to his hair-sprinkled thighs.
“Ah,” she muttered in supreme satisfaction as she held the warm, heavy shaft from below and brushed her cheek and sensitive lips against the swollen crown. His low growl from above her sounded ominous and thrilling. She’d taken him into her mouth only once briefly on that night they’d been together years ago, but the experience remained scored in her memory. Gi
a wasn’t inexperienced when it came to sex, but she wasn’t exactly worldly either. She’d had a few lovers, but not a lot. She’d only had one serious boyfriend when Seth and she had fooled around that night years ago. Her scorecard hadn’t filled up by much since then—her career had occupied almost all her time—but still, she had enough experience to know that Seth’s cock was uncommonly beautiful.
She let her hunger for him guide her, immediately sucking the flushed, mushroom-shaped cap into her mouth. She glanced up his considerable length to his face as she moved her hand up and down the shaft and bathed the delicious head with her tongue. Every muscle in his lean, strong body looked rigid and strained. Still holding his magnetic stare, she held up his cock and wet the pulsing shaft with her tongue. His expression looked like it might break, it grew so tense. His arousal was palpable, so she was confused when he backed away slightly, taking her treat from her greedy hands and laving tongue.
“Open your thighs wider,” he demanded.
“What?”
He held up the glistening vibrator. She’d been so focused on touching him she hadn’t realized he carried it still. Her lungs locked, she did what he asked, parting her thighs. The sound of the vibrator’s light buzzing penetrated her awareness as he lowered it to her slit. He pushed it into her pussy. She moaned loudly. When he’d inserted it several inches, and the little vibrator was buzzing her energetically, he grabbed her left hand and placed it where his had been.
“Make yourself feel good while you suck me.”
It sounded like an inspired plan to her. She pushed the vibrator in and out of her pussy, sinking into a cocoon of pleasure and sexual hunger as she lifted Seth’s damp cock and took it between her rigid lips. He made a rough sound and cupped the back of her head as she sucked him deeper.
He was a mouthful, but she was too aroused to consider whether or not she was skillful at her task. She lost herself to pleasure. Her fist moved along his lower shaft in synchrony with her plunging lips. His cock grew rosy and engorged beneath her eager ministrations. Given his gruff, taut moans of pleasure and the way his fingers tightened in her hair, she would have to guess he was pleased.
Very.
His arousal was hers. It swelled into an orgy of uninhibited need. She grew shameless in her desire to please him and pleasure herself. Her head bobbed faster over his cock, her hand moving between her legs at the same pace. She was the conduit of their mutual pleasure, the link that joined them. Her pleasure felt so fused with Seth’s in those taut moments that she relished the moment when his hold on her grew more forceful and he began thrusting more demandingly between her lips. She cupped his balls like she’d seen him do while they were in the SUV, begging him to let go, spurring him to the finish line. He gave a blistering curse.
“I’m going to come, Gia,” he growled, and she heard the dark warning in his tone. He was giving her a chance to come off him if she chose. But she didn’t choose. Sensing glory within her reach, she sank him deep and pulled the vibrator out of her slippery sheath. Reacting on pure instinct, she pressed the buzzing missile against her clit.
She screamed onto Seth’s cock as she began to climax. She heard Seth swear. His cock swelled in her mouth, making her eyes spring wide.
The next few seconds were a haze of pounding pleasure. She shook in orgasm as he held her head steady and thrust in her mouth shallowly but forcefully, coming on her tongue. She couldn’t keep up with him. His semen spilled from her lips, but he kept erupting. It felt overwhelming and frantic as she strained to keep pace while her own climax held her captive in its clutches.
Later, she thought of how messy and unrestrained it all was as they both abandoned themselves to the moment.
She wasn’t regretting a second of it though. As for Seth, well . . . she doubted he was regretting a single thing.
* * *
A minute later, he held her in his arms as she lay with her cheek on his chest. Both of them still panted softly, undone by the storm that had shook their bodies simultaneously. She stroked the side of his ribs, and he moved his fingers in her hair, massaging her skull languorously. She heard his strong heart thumping into her ear. It began to slow its frantic pace.
“That was . . .” She faded off breathlessly. “There’re no words for what that was,” she said sincerely, after doing a mental search for apt descriptors and coming up short. His low chuckle felt delicious in her ear.
“You’re incredible,” he said, stroking the back of her shoulder. “I think I blacked out for a second there . . . short-circuited.”
She grinned and lifted her head from his chest. He wore a small smile. It faded as he traced her jawline. “You’re very beautiful. And generous. Thank you,” he murmured. Something in his tone made her heart pause and then surge faster. He traced her lower lip with his thumb and she let her mouth fall open slightly, granting him full right to touch her in any way he liked. “Are you glad you shaved?” he asked, his sexy, amused expression returning.
“You better believe it. Not to mention happy as hell you brought that vibrator.”
She suddenly went still as a thought struck her.
“What?” he asked, his dark brows slanting as he stared at her face. He’d noticed the change in her.
“That kind of vibrator isn’t for you, is it?” she asked slowly. His stroking thumb on her lip stilled. “It’s for a woman. Why did you bring something like that if you didn’t want us to be together? Did you bring it for someone else?”
“Of course not,” he said, scowling.
“Then why did you bring it, Seth?” she demanded.
He closed his eyes briefly and exhaled. Her curiosity amped up. Was that vague guilt she saw on his handsome face? He clearly had been swept away by lust and hadn’t thought out his actions very well in regard to revealing the vibrator and a bottle of lubrication in his bag. She wasn’t blaming him for that.
Still, she wanted an explanation.
He exhaled and met her stare. “I brought a lot of things I knew I probably wouldn’t use. It was . . . wishful thinking.” He noticed her bemused looked. “I told you earlier that I would tell myself not to go to your movies. Sometimes my self-discipline worked. Sometimes it didn’t,” he added with a hard look. “I wasn’t sure what it would be like, being with you again. I knew I still found you attractive, but face it: Hours alone with someone in a car can amplify an attraction just as easily as dampen it. I might find you less attractive than I had two years ago, or you could be as turned off by me. Memory and imagination are rarely as good as reality.” His glance lowered over her face slowly. “I was certain I could resist you, but at the same time . . . I hoped I couldn’t,” he said slowly, as if he admitted the truth for the first time to himself.
Gia swallowed thickly. “I understand. It’s okay,” she said shakily.
He blinked and focused on her face, obviously surprised that she wasn’t yelling at him.
“It is? After I told you I thought we should try and resist it?”
She thought of what she’d packed in the secret locked compartment of her suitcase, her cheeks heating. She examined his wide chest, avoiding his gaze. Seth had told her point-blank not to pack anything girly or feminine, an order that she’d willfully rebelled against, telling herself she would never put the items to use anyway. She was as guilty as he was.
“I kind of experienced similar flashes of hope and combined with absolute denial. I was convinced I was being ridiculous and adolescent, and yet . . . I kept thinking . . . wishing,” she admitted softly. “That night we were together years ago was incredible enough to inspire a weird combination of expectations when it came to you. It’s funny, the things we can hide from ourselves, isn’t it?”
Something entered his expression she couldn’t quite identify. He touched her cheek, his caress tender and cherishing for such a big, virile man. “The truth is, part of me knew I was a goner from the
second I saw you again. Even when I allowed myself to imagine giving in to this thing I have for you, it was never like this. Never this strong. Even more crazy than the night we were first together.”
She nodded.
“Thanks,” he said with a pointed glance.
“For what?”
“For understanding that it’s complicated. And for not getting pissed.”
“Seth,” she whispered softly, again at a loss for words. She was as illogical and confused as he was by the power of their attraction for each other.
“Come here,” he said quietly, palming the back of her head. She went to him, their mouths fusing in a kiss that was both rife with sensual promise and tender at once. At some point, she broke it and kissed his cheeks and neck hungrily. When she lifted her head, she saw him watching her with a warm, heavy-lidded stare.
“You’re exhausted, aren’t you?” she whispered regretfully, thinking of his long, uninterrupted hours driving. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “And hungry, I can imagine. It’s almost eight o’clock, and all you’ve had all day is breakfast,” she said, realizing belatedly there was no sunlight peeking around the curtained windows. Night was falling. “I’ll go out to the kitchen and whip something up for you,” she said, starting to scurry off the bed.
“I brought some supplies, but Jennifer said we’re free to use whatever is in the freezer. I figure we can go shopping before we leave and replace anything we use.” He started to follow her off the bed.
“Uh-uh,” she warned, giving him a hard glance from where she sat at the edge of the bed. “Stay put. I’ll go get it and bring it to you. I owe you, for doing all that driving.”
