The Heart Won't Lie

by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  But the pressure felt real, and finally he looked. Keri, without a stitch on, knelt by the tub, one arm braced on the edge and the other hand lazily stroking his very happy johnson. She gazed at his growing erection with interest, as if conducting a scientific experiment.

  “Having fun?”

  Her glance shifted to his face, and her green eyes were lit with the passion he longed to see there. “You’re awake.”

  “Some parts more than others.”

  She kept toying with him. “The water’s getting cold. Cold water won’t help much. You need to change the water, or—”

  “Do something with what you’re building there?” He checked out the stiff evidence and figured he was more than ready to party.

  “I don’t want to put a strain on you. Sarah mentioned you were in bad shape.” But her fondling continued, and the flame danced in her eyes.

  “I’m in terrible shape. I need you to keep that up for a really long time.”

  “Michael, be serious. Are you hurting?”

  “Yeah. My nuts ache like you wouldn’t believe.”

  The corners of her mouth tipped up. “I could just keep doing this and relieve the pressure.”

  “To hell with that.” He sat up and discovered that the pain was still there, but not nearly as bad. The potential explosion threatening in the region of his groin, however, was a more urgent matter.

  Her forehead creased in a cute little frown. “Think you can make it to the bedroom?”

  “Probably not. Did you happen to bring a condom in with you?”

  “Well...yes.” She gestured toward the counter. “I left it over there.”

  “That’s my girl. Stand back. I’m getting out.” As he navigated out of the tub with some decent dexterity but a few moans and groans thrown in, he could tell she was trying not to laugh. “It’s okay,” he said. “You’re allowed to make fun of me. It was my own stupid fault.”

  She handed him a towel. “I think you’re brave. I admire a man who goes all out.”

  “You do?” He tossed the towel aside. “Then you’re going to love this.” He grabbed her and lifted her to the counter so abruptly that she squealed. That gratified him. He didn’t relish playing the role of the invalid.

  Dropping to his knees sent shooting pains through his body, but he ignored them. The reward for doing it would be worth whatever it cost him. “Prop your hands behind you.”

  “Michael, I don’t know if you should...” Her protest died away as he settled her knees over his shoulders, cupped her bottom and drew her gently to the edge of the vanity.

  Her sigh was deep and heartfelt. “Oh, Michael. Michael, that’s...good.” After that, words seemed to fail her as her moans of delight blended with the liquid sound of his tongue and his mouth as he feasted on her many treasures.

  She didn’t yell when she came, which was a good thing because he didn’t know how well sound carried in this house. But she arched against him and moaned his name low in her throat as the spasms rocked her.

  Heart pounding with triumph, he licked the juices heated by her passion. Her passion for him. She’d said his name. She knew who knelt between her thighs and sought her essence.

  When he stood, he clenched his jaw against a cry of pain. But his throbbing cock demanded satisfaction. He found the condom she’d left on the counter and put it on.

  She watched him, leaning back on her hands, her eyes heavy-lidded in the aftermath of her climax, her body limp, pliable. Lust pumped through him like molten lava, urging him to take her with abandon. Grasping her ankles, he lifted them to his shoulders.

  Her eyes widened.

  “Yes.” He gazed down at her, so open, so vulnerable. She wouldn’t be able to move. But he could. “Just like this.” And he shoved in deep, lifting her off the vanity.

  She gasped.

  He wanted to take her, but he didn’t want to hurt her. “Keri, did I—”

  “No!” She began to pant, softly, seductively. “No, it’s good. It’s good. Don’t stop.”

  That was all he needed to know. He grasped her bottom to keep her steady and began to thrust. Dear God. This was intense. He looked into her eyes, and saw his own raw hunger reflected there.

  He pumped faster, and she began to whimper. Faster yet, and she let out a high, keening cry. He no longer cared who could hear as he drove into her again and again. He felt her tighten around his cock. Then she came, breathing hard, and he rocketed forward, seeking, seeking, and finding...yes...yes. With a groan he sank forward, into her, as his cock pulsed in a glorious, liberating rhythm.

  He stayed braced against her for several long seconds as he slowly recovered from the rocket-ship ride of making love to Keri Fitzpatrick. As a guy with an imagination, he’d harbored quite a few sexual fantasies. He had a feeling she could make every single one of them come true.

  * * *

  DESPITE MICHAEL’S AMAZING performance in the bathroom, Keri was worried that he’d end up crippled by tomorrow if he didn’t slow down. When they finally made it into his big bed, she insisted on massaging him with liniment. He made some mild protest about feeling like a damned baby, but he stretched out on his stomach with a sigh of relief.

  By the light from the bedside lamp, she worked the cream into his muscles, which gave her the perfect excuse to admire his body. He might be a writer, but he had the physique of an athlete. His broad shoulders tapered to slim hips and a sculpted backside. His thighs and calves had the definition of a runner.

  “Where did you get all these muscles?” she asked as she worked on his back with her fingertips and the heels of both hands.

  “Gym membership. Didn’t prepare me for this, though.”

  “Horseback riding is its own thing.” She scooted down and began massaging his thighs.

  “No kidding.” He moaned softly.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Not really. It feels good, in an intense sort of way.” He inhaled slowly and exhaled even more slowly, as if breathing through the pain. “Do you ride?”

  “Yes, if I have time. When the boys are here, I’m usually busy with them and don’t ride much. Part of my job was teaching them to clean up after themselves.”

  “Did they learn?”

  “They got better at it.”

  “Maybe you need to teach me.”

  “Nah.” She used firm strokes on his calves. “You’re an honored guest.”

  “Everybody else works on the ranch. I feel like a spoiled rich guy.”

  “You’re not so bad.” She moved back up to his thigh muscles. She guessed those needed the most attention from the way he’d moaned earlier. “You hung up your towels and picked up your clothes.”

  “But I didn’t make my bed.”

  “No.” She smoothed her hand up over the swell of his butt. Nice buns. “But I liked doing that. It reminded me of all the fun we had.”

  “Maybe we should make the bed together, so we can both enjoy those memories.”

  “You know perfectly well that we’d never get it done.” Somehow her massage had turned into a caress. He really did have spectacular butt cheeks.

  “So were you turned on by making my bed?”

  “Maybe.” She was getting turned on now, that was for sure.

  “Did you stretch out on it and wish I could be there, buried deep inside you?”

  “It’s possible I did, just for a moment.”

  His voice roughened. “Did thinking about that make you wet and achy?”

  “Yes.” Giving in to temptation, she leaned down and kissed his firm butt. Not satisfied with that, she licked the spot, and kissed him again.

  “You do realize you’re driving me insane when you do that.”

  “I hope so.” She kissed the other side. “Because I real
ly want to make another memory in this bed right now.”

  “How convenient.” He rolled away from her and gestured toward his penis, which stood at rigid attention. “Apparently, so do I.”

  Things moved quickly after that. She soon found herself on her back looking into Michael’s beautiful eyes as he aligned his body with hers.

  “I’ll suit up in a minute,” he murmured. “Once I put that condom on I’m like one of Pavlov’s dogs. I have to go for it. But first I want to take some time to just look at you.” He rubbed his chest lightly over her breasts and lifted up so he could see his handiwork. “I like it when your nipples perk up and take notice.”

  “Me, too.” She took a quick breath. “I like it when you suck on them.”

  His gaze grew hot. “Is that a request?”

  “Well, as long as you’re looking, you might as well sample what I have to offer.”

  “What an excellent idea.” As he slid farther down, he made plenty of skin-to-skin contact. Braced above her, he focused on her breasts. “So perfect. I can’t decide which to taste first. Choose for me, Mistress Keri.”

  Heat surged through her as she cupped her right breast and lifted it toward him. “This one, if you please, kind sir.”

  “I would be most pleased.” Dipping his head, he kissed the very tip of her nipple. Then he swirled his tongue around it. And again, a fleeting caress.

  “More.” Her throaty plea came unbidden.

  “Ah, Keri.” Leaning down, he opened his mouth and closed it over her nipple. His cheeks hollowed as he drew her in.

  She felt the tug all the way to her womb. Using his tongue to increase the pressure, he began a rhythmic sucking motion, and her body clenched in response. She arched against him, wanting....

  As if in answer to her unspoken need, he shifted his weight to one arm and reached between her thighs. His touch was smooth, gliding in on a rush of moisture.

  Yes. She moaned as his fingers worked their magic. So good. So very...with a gasp of surprise, she came, the tremors rolling through her in quick succession as she gulped for air.

  He lifted his head from her breast and gazed into her eyes. His hand slowed to a gentle, easy rhythm, and he smiled. “Again, Keri. I want to watch this time.”

  Her body was his to command. She spontaneously tightened around his fingers and lifted her hips.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, deepening his caress. “You’re so beautiful like this, with your breasts all rosy and your eyes getting darker the closer you get.” His breathing roughened. “I could almost come, just looking at you.”

  His intensity turned his eyes to a deep gray. She was mesmerized by the heat in those eyes as he probed the very core of her sexual being.

  “But I won’t come.” He stroked her with deliberate intent. “I’d rather watch you. Now you’re closer yet. I can feel it right there.” He thrust his fingers deep again.

  She began to whimper.

  “Soon, Keri, soon. I can see the climax in your eyes. I can feel it in your body. Almost there. Now, Keri. Now!” He pumped faster.

  She erupted, lifting off the bed with a cry of surrender. Murmuring words of encouragement, he continued to pleasure her until she sank back, dragging in air and drained of every ounce of tension.

  She closed her eyes and savored the gift he’d given her. Then she opened them and gazed up at him. “That was...amazing.”

  “For me, too.”

  She took a shaky breath and reached to stroke his cheek. “But I’ll bet you’re about ready to die of frustration.”

  “Pretty much.” His voice sounded strained.

  “Then let’s do something about that. Lie back and let me take care of you for a change.”

  “I hope you’re not talking about liniment.”

  That made her smile. “No.” She brushed her fingertips over his chin, darkened with the beginnings of a beard. It made him look a little dangerous and a lot sexy. She ran her tongue over her lips. “I have a different therapy in mind.”

  11

  MICHAEL DIDN’T THINK there was a man alive who could resist a woman who offered to give him a tongue bath. She licked him from stem to stern, with her dark hair curtaining her face and tickling his skin. He hadn’t realized that his nipples were so sensitive, or the inside of his elbow, or the spaces between his toes.

  The experience was erotic as hell, probably even more so because she didn’t lay her tongue or a finger on his extremely erect cock. He just prayed he could hold himself together long enough for her to reach that pivotal point. She had to go there eventually.

  In the meantime, she made him moan, and gasp and sweat. If she kept avoiding the main event, she was going to make him beg. Maybe that was the idea.

  He struggled to catch his breath. “Keri?”

  “Mmm?” From her position down at his feet, she looked up the length of his body. She had to peer around his stiff rod to make eye contact.

  “Are you going to...”

  She smiled. “Yes, Michael, I am.”

  “When?”

  “I wanted to build the suspense so it would be super good.”

  He nearly choked. “If you build it any higher, I’ll be able to break bricks with my cock.”

  “Well, then.” She did a little maneuver that allowed her to settle her plump breasts on his shins. “I’ll move to the next phase.” She slid up his body with a maddening lack of haste, but at last she lay with her breasts cradled against his thighs and her warm breath against his shaft.

  His pulse rate skyrocketed. She adjusted her position, and one of her nipples grazed his balls. He almost came from that alone. Gritting his teeth, he fought back the orgasm that prowled like a tiger in a cage.

  She kissed the base of his cock. He wanted to see, but he was afraid the visual would do him in. Ah, hell. He was nearly a goner, anyway. Stuffing a pillow behind his head, he looked down to where she lay. From that position, she’d never be able to carry out the job he had in mind for that full mouth of hers.

  He started to make a suggestion, but before he could, she braced her forearms on the bed and began to glide upward. As she rose, she flattened her tongue against the ridged underside of his penis. He groaned and fisted his hands in the sheet. He wouldn’t come, he wouldn’t come, he wouldn’t come.

  He didn’t, but it was a close call. A drop of moisture trembled on the tip. When she reached that point, she licked it off, and he groaned again, a little louder this time.

  Meeting his gaze, she winked at him.

  “You’re a devil.” He sounded as if he’d swallowed barbed wire.

  “This is for your own good.” Then she finally, finally closed her mouth over his johnson. But she wasn’t finished with him yet. Circling the base with her thumb and forefinger, she created the equivalent of a cock ring.

  He’d had a vague idea of the concept, but she showed him exactly how it worked. She drove him into a frenzy with her tongue, her lips, even her teeth. When she knew he was about to come, she squeezed the base of his penis until his breathing slowed a little. And then she took him back up again—and again.

  He went a little nuts—laughing, moaning, writhing against the mattress—until the moment she let go and took him in all the way to the back of her throat with the strongest suction she’d used so far. His climax roared through him with the force of a tsunami. He came, and came and came.

  She took it all. As he gasped for air and stared at the ceiling, he heard her swallow. That, he thought, had to be the most intimate bedroom sound in the world. He was one lucky sonofabitch to be here with Keri listening to her swallow like that. At this moment, he wouldn’t trade places with any guy, anywhere, not even someone dominating the bestseller charts.

  * * *

  CUDDLING AFTER SPECTACULAR sex rated high on
Keri’s list, and fortunately, Michael also seemed to be a fan.

  “I don’t want to fall asleep, though.” He gathered her against him, spoon fashion.

  “You should sleep.” Snuggling into the warm curve of his body, she felt relaxed and cozy. She’d planned for falling asleep in his bed this time. Before her little ambush in the tub, she’d left her cell phone on his bedside table and had set the alarm. “You’ll have another big day tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, but I’m having a big night tonight.” He wrapped his arm around her and cupped her breast. “That’s more important to me than my big day tomorrow.”

  “Uh-oh.” Guilt washed over her. “Am I distracting you from what you came out here to do?”

  “Nope.” He lazily fondled her breast. “You’re helping.”

  “Maybe a little bit, by rubbing liniment on you, but you could do that for yourself, and you’d get more sleep without me around.”

  “No, I wouldn’t. I’d know you were right across the hall and I’d lie awake with a stiff cock all night.”

  “Yes, but we’ve taken care of that. Twice, in fact. Much as I love being here in your bed, I should probably go back to my own room.” She started to pull away.

  His grip tightened. “Don’t you dare leave, especially out of guilt. You’re the reason I rode so well this morning, so stop thinking you’re a hindrance. Jack predicted I’d do better after having good sex, and—”

  “Wait a minute. Jack recommended going to bed with me because it would make you a better rider? Now I’m insulted!” She tried harder to squirm away, but he held her fast.

  “No, he didn’t do that. Stop struggling and check your Irish temper for a second, okay?”

  “This better be good.” She relaxed against him again, because it was what she really wanted to do, anyway.

  “Oh, it is good.” He loosened his hold and kissed her shoulder. “Win-win. Jack said I had to get out of my head and into my body if I wanted to learn to ride well. Yesterday I couldn’t do that, but after being with you last night, I got much better at it.” He cupped her breast again. “Sex with you keeps me grounded.”