Spectre

by Shiloh Walker

  Her cheeks were red and as I stared at her, she went to look away.

  “Don’t do that,” I said.

  “Do what?” she said sourly.

  “Look away. You’re aroused. I want to see it.”

  She narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth but before she could speak, I cut her off. “Get undressed.”

  Her lips parted. “Wh...” She stopped and cleared her throat. “What?”

  “Get undressed. If I’m going to fuck you, I want you naked.”

  Her eyes darted downward to the cotton workout pants I’d pulled on after my shower. “Are you going to get undressed, too?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  She nodded, a quick, jerky motion that lacked the brazen quality she’d showed seconds earlier when demanding I fuck her. Still watching her, I shoved the pants down and kicked them away.

  My cock, already painfully hard, bobbed and pulsed as she stared, her tongue coming out to wet her lips. She blinked slowly, as if coming out of a daze. “You’re...um...you’re really big.”

  I’d been told that before. “I don’t make a habit of going around comparing my cock to others, so I’ll take your word for it. Get undressed, Tia. Now. Or we’re not doing this.”

  Her eyes slanted up to meet mine, a flicker of that snarling she-dragon from moments earlier rising again. “I’m starting to think you’re not as in control as you think, Casper.”

  She was entirely too correct. Control and I had parted ways when she’d started staring at my chest, then looked lower and realized I’d been aroused, that my cock was hard, that I hurt...for her. It would be easier all around if she backed away. I could deal with sexual frustration. I only rarely indulged, making arrangements at a brothel in Europe where the women kept themselves clean and prided themselves on their jobs as professional sex workers. Everything was very cool, controlled and neat.

  Nothing with Tia was. And I’d lost even the ability to care about what a fucking disaster that was.

  She gripped the hem of her T-shirt, stripping it off. Her soft, wildly curling mass of hair settled back around her shoulders as she tossed the shirt down on top of my pants.

  Her breasts were big and full, nipples already tight. They both had a faint tilt to them, pointing slightly outward and I was fascinated by that. She shifted, her arms, moving restlessly and I said, still studying her lovely tits, “Don’t cover yourself. You’ve spent several minutes staring at my cock. I’m going to enjoy staring at your tits before I taste them.”

  And those lovely tits rose and fell on a shaky sigh. Finally, I dragged my eyes upward to meet hers. “I’m also going to stare at your cunt and taste you there. Does that pose a problem or do you still want me to fuck you?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it, Tia. I want you to be clear about this.”

  “I want you to fuck me.” Her voice was whisper soft, but the words were steady and she stared me straight in the eye.

  “Could I spank you again? Hold you down?”

  Her mouth opened, a strangled laugh escaping. “Do you always have an inquisition before you fuck somebody, Casper?”

  “I pay for sex. The basics are already pre-arranged.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “I only use one place, where all the workers are tested monthly and condom use is required for any sort of penetration.” I cocked my head as I studied her. “You haven’t even mentioned protection.”

  “When you say you pay for sex, does that mean you’ve only ever had sex with prostitutes?” she asked, skipping the protection question entirely.

  “Sex workers,” I said. “Does that pose a problem?”

  “I think you want there to be a problem.” She licked her lips, then, letting her eyes glide over me, she gave my cock another lengthy perusal. “I’m going to the bedroom. If you’re done playing games, come join me. And...yes, we’re using protection. I assume a man who pays for sex keeps condoms handy.”

  I didn’t, at least not here. Usually. It wasn’t like anybody else had ever been to my cabin with me.

  But some insane impulse had overtaken me at the gas station where that prick had been giving Tia a devil’s glare and I’d pointed to a box of them behind the counter. The Magnums. He’d switched his sneer to me as the bathroom door opened and I’d watched Tia circle around the shop as he rang them up. I’d pocketed them before she reached the counter, telling myself I’d throw them out.

  I hadn’t.

  On my way to the bedroom, I retrieved the box and found her curled up in the bed, the covers up to her chin.

  I went to her, tossing the box of condoms onto the nightstand before crawling across the bed. I grasped the covers, half-expecting her to hold onto them in a ridiculous tug of war.

  But she didn’t so much as touch them as I dragged them down.

  She shivered as I bared her body, then stretched out next to her. I stared into her eyes as I slid the flat of my hand down her arm, her hip, then up to cup her breast. A disquieting sensation spread through me as I palmed her, pinching the nipple lightly. Goose bumps broke over her flesh and she shivered.

  “Are you cold?”

  “Cold?”

  The word sounded strangled and I looked up to see her with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She must have felt me watching because her lids flew open and she glared at me. “No, I’m not...I’m not cold! What happened to the pissed-off asshole downstairs who had me bent over a table?”

  “I’m still an asshole.” With sudden insight, I said, “Intimacy scares you.”

  “I...” She blinked, then threw my hand off, rolling onto her back. “Intimacy doesn’t scare me. I’m not the one who goes to pros—wait, I’m sorry, sex workers, to get my rocks off.” She scooted closer to the other side of the bed and sat up.

  I was right behind her and moved in, bracketing her waist with my hands before sliding them up. She stiffened, then groaned, wiggling her butt against me. “I’ve never concerned myself with intimacy because deeper emotions aren’t something I feel, Tia. Sex is a release for me. That’s all this is for you as well—a release. Too much adrenaline in your system for too long, too much fear and anger. You want an outlet. But it bothers you that I’m not...” I dipped my head and nudged her hair aside, biting her where neck curved into shoulder. Her spine arched, thrusting her tits into my hands then she sagged back against me. “Bending you over a table and fucking you. It bothers you that I decided to take my time and enjoy this sexy body.”

  She said nothing so I slid one hand down between her plump thighs. Hooking my ankles around hers, I spread her legs open, exposing her. “I told you I wanted to look at you. Taste you.” Circling her clit, I rested my chin on her shoulder, looking down her body over the slopes of her breasts, the slight pouch of her tummy to where my fingers penetrated. “Look, Tia...watch while I touch you like this. Watch and tell me it doesn’t make you even hotter than you already are.”

  She’d already been watching, but at my words, she shuddered and spasmed, tightening around me. I kept pumping and twisting until I had her hovering on the edge, then I wrapped an arm around her belly and hauled us back onto the bed, rolling until I had her pinned under me. Pulling back, I urged her onto her knees and spread her open, baring the slickly wet folds of her cunt.

  “Your pussy is perfect,” I muttered as I went lower and pressed my face against her.

  She jolted and cried out. With my left hand, I tightened my grip, then I spanked her right cheek. “Hush, now.”

  She didn’t. But I didn’t really want her to. I craved the raw, rough sounds of pleasure falling from her lips. My cock practically howled in jealous rage, wanting to be where my mouth was, where my fingers had been. But her taste was rich, spicy and she moved against me with feverish intensity, her body vibrating. I wanted her hovering right on the edge, until she was lost in need, so I didn’t hurt her.

  I was big, too big for some women’s comfort and the control I needed was shaky, too shaky. I couldn’t even b
egin to gather the threads of it. The more ready she was...

  A high, keening sound slid from her and she went rigid. I rose over her, watching as her spine flexed, then bowed up.

  She swore in frustration and went to shove back against me. I spanked her again. She whipped her head around to glare at me.

  “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

  “You’re teasing me.”

  With a shrug, I slid from the bed and walked around it to get the box of condoms. She sank back onto her heels, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy, staring at me as I opened the box. I tore off one of the condoms. From the corner of my eye, I saw her moving and glanced over. She took the condom from me and swallowed, hard. “I want you in my mouth.”

  The box crumpled in my hand at those words, then fell, mangled, to the floor.

  Her eyes lit with smug female satisfaction and she looked incredibly beautiful in that moment. If my breath hadn’t already been stolen by her previous words, then the expression on her face would have done it.

  She caught my arms and nudged me around and I was stupefied enough to let her. She backed me up to the bed and I sat down. We stared at each other as she went to her knees in front of me.

  I closed my eyes.

  “Don’t do that,” she said, her words lightly mocking. “You’re aroused, Spectre. I want to see it.”

  I went to snap at her—Call me Casper. I bit it back just in time, because how fucking stupid was that? Demanding she call me the name she’d plucked out of the air, most likely to annoy me.

  I did look at her, though.

  I watched as she wrapped her hand around the base of my penis, watched as she licked her lips, then darted a look up at me.

  “I’ve never done this,” she whispered.

  “You don’t have to do it.” Please don’t stop.

  “I want to.” She moved forward, then paused again. “How do I...”

  “I can’t help you, Tia. I’ve never done this, either.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “I told you that I don’t bother with intimacy. Sex is nothing more than a release and I don’t need particular methods to obtain it.”

  Her fingers tightened slightly while curiosity and questions burned in her eyes. “I guess we’ll figure it out then.” She leaned forward and I grunted as her mouth, hot and wet, wrapped around the head of my cock. Her lips stretched to accommodate me and she jerked back after a moment, eyes watering, but she didn’t stop. I wrapped my fist around my dick, marking her limit, shuddering as she slid back, then up. The reddened flesh of my penis grew wet and she fell into an easy rhythm that had my balls drawing tight, while sensation shot down my spine in prickling waves.

  She moved faster. Pushing my fingers into her curls, I tried to slow her down. I didn’t want to come yet and if she kept it up, I was going to. Nothing had ever felt like this—having Tia suck my cock while hungry little noises fell from her lips. She wouldn’t slow. Swearing, I pulled her off but when I tried to stand, she pushed me back down and dragged her hand up over my wet cock.

  “Move, Tia,” I said harshly, catching her wrist.

  “Why?” She squeezed.

  My cock pulsed and I groaned, gritting my teeth.

  She picked up speed. Swearing, I closed my hand over hers, and squeezed harder, tightening her grip. She swayed backward, watching. I looked down at the same time. One more rough stroke and I came, thick jets of white exploding out. It splattered on her chest and she shuddered, a faint smile curling her lips. She pumped until nothing else came out, then she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

  I was already aching for more.

  She went to stand and I helped her, breathing hard, as if I’d just run ten miles uphill. “Do you want to clean up?”

  Instead of answering, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to mine.

  “I’ll take that as a no.” Grabbing her around the waist, I pivoted and spun, planting her ass on the edge of the bed. The stark black condom packet stood out against the simple white duvet and I grabbed it, tearing it open.

  Tia lay on her back, watching me, eyes roaming over me before locking on my hands as I dealt with the condom.

  Snapping the bottom edge into place, I hooked my left elbow under her right knee. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

  Her eyes widened. Her mouth fell open, but she said nothing as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit before tucking it into her entrance. She yielded slowly, shuddering breaths escaping her.

  I kept my eyes on her, watching for any sign I was hurting her but all I could see was her swollen mouth, her flushed cheeks, her gray eyes going so dark they almost looked black.

  I started to withdraw and she whimpered.

  Muscles quivering, I bent lower.

  She made a tentative movement, clenching around me and I stiffened, the sensation electric. My cock liked it, too. Too much. It jerked inside her cunt and her eyes widened, a cry spilling out of her. “Please...”

  I sank deeper inside, clutching the shreds of my control. “Please what...?”

  “More.” She reached up and caught my neck, pulling me down and pressing her mouth to mine.

  Her breasts went flat under my weight and the slick fluid of my semen, still drying on her, had our bellies and chests sliding together. Her pussy gave another one of those milking clenches. I let go of her knee, fisting my hand in the sheet to ground myself but that was a mistake because as soon as she had her leg free, she wrapped both of them around me and pulled me deeper. Mindless, starving for her, I let her, feasting on the honey of her lips as I withdrew, then thrust back inside.

  Body going rigid, she jerked her head back and wailed, squeezing my hips harder, lifting hers to meet me and grinding against me. “More...more...”

  Control crumpled, withered into dust.

  I lunged, filling her.

  Tia’s mouth opened in a soundless cry, her eyes wide and locked on my face. And she started to come, spasming around me, milking me, her cunt getting so tight it was work just to withdraw...and sweet, sweet torture to fuck my way back inside her.

  But damn if I wouldn’t submit to it. I rode her through the orgasm and she clung to me, demanding everything, even the dead remains of the control I tried to gather. The slick wet heat from her pussy bathed my balls and they drew tight against me, warning me of another climax.

  Tia was nearing her third. Untwining her legs from my hips, I lifted her and took a few steps, putting her back to the window. I’d constructed the home to be safe, while still allowing me to enjoy the wild beauty of Colorado’s Rocky Mountains. But this was the best view, and the best reason yet for the bullet-proof glass that now supported us.

  The sight of her lovely face, flushed with passion, mouth open and eyes wide, imprinted itself on my mind.

  Remember...

  I had a visceral need to freeze this moment in time, a snapshot—not just how she looked, but everything. From the sounds rising from her throat, to the silken glove of her pussy clenching around me, the scent of sweat rising from our bodies.

  Remember...

  She gasped at the cool chill, arching into me. Her weight drove her down completely on my cock and she wiggled, flexed, moaned around me. Catching both her legs behind the knee, I lifted up, pinning her against the thick pane of glass, staring into her foggy eyes before letting my gaze drop down to where I had her impaled on my cock.

  She did the same, moaning, the sound turning into a keening noise as I retreated, then rising to a sharp cry as I filled her again. She gripped my shoulders, nails biting into my skin, yet one more sweet sensation, a brand I didn’t want to ever fade. But it would. She would. She’d disappear from my life and soon, I’d have only this...memory.

  The idea infuriated me and I moved quicker, faster, shoving us both into climax.

  Chapter 16

  Tia

  He carried me into the bathroom, putting forth proof that those sleek muscles of his weren’t just for show. As he c
ollected towels, I looked around, absently gathering up my hair.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I need something for my hair.”

  “Something...as in shampoo?”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m half-black. I only wash my hair about twice a week. Black people don’t have the same kind of hair as white people.” Then I glanced at his scalp where the faintest hint of blond stubble showed. “At least when those white people let their hair grow.”

  He smoothed a hand over the left side of my hair and I could feel a flush burning my cheeks. I had no idea how crazy my hair must look after falling asleep without wrapping it or anything. The flush deepened as he leaned in and nuzzled the thick curls, murmuring, “I love your hair. Thick and soft...and it smells nice. I’m guessing you don’t want it wet then. Wait here.”

  I was about to tell him I wasn’t too worried about my hair getting damp, but he’d already walked away and when I turned to look at him, I got caught up in watching the flexing muscles of his ass and legs.

  Wow.

  My artist’s brain immediately went to work, capturing every detail, because damn if I didn’t plan to draw him. I jerked my eyes upward to get an eyeful of his back, but he’d already turned out of sight. Damn. Oh, well. I’d look later. Besides, that ass had been worth every second I’d spent staring. He was physical perfection. Squeezing my eyes closed, I made a mental snapshot to pull up when I had my charcoals and a sketchpad. Black and white. I’d draw him in black and white. It was the only medium that could capture the stark perfection of his body.

  Already picturing how I’d start, I opened my eyes and it was in time to see him re-enter the bathroom and now I had another mental snapshot to capture, only I worried if my brain might shut down from overload.

  He was all long, sinewy muscle and pure, masculine perfection. Wide shoulders gave way to a deep chest before tapering to a narrow waist and hips, like an artist’s dream—and I should know. His thighs were solidly built and I shivered, thinking of how it had felt to have him driving into me, the contained power I’d felt inside him. Damn it, even his calves and feet were perfect.