by Lauren Dane
“I’m older.”
He laughed and then swatted her ass. It’d started out playful, but the sound shot straight to his cock, and her soft sound of surprise wrapped around him, lodging in his gut.
“You’re beautiful,” he repeated and kissed her shoulder near her neck. “Undress me, Erin.”
She turned to him and tiptoed up to kiss his lips quickly. Then with determined, slow movements, she unbuttoned each button on his shirt until she slid it open and down his arms.
“I’m not the only one who’s beautiful.” Her nails dragged over the sensitive skin below his belly button, bringing gooseflesh. “You’re still so very big and feral.” Leaning her head toward his body, she breathed him in and made a low, needy sound that tore at his control. “You still smell like the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He continued to watch as she unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned the front of his jeans, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. He had to swallow hard as she pushed his jeans and shorts down, getting to her knees to help him out of them and his socks.
“Before you suck my cock, and you will, Erin, I want to kiss you. Come here.” He led her to the bed and lay down with her. The bedding smelled like her—spicy, saucy, free.
She looked up at him and he was slammed by a sense of déjà vu so strong his hands trembled.
“I know. I feel it too,” she whispered.
The darkness at his edges smoothed a bit as tenderness rolled through his system. He trailed fingertips down her neck, loving the smooth, warm skin there. All the feeling he’d had for her and abandoned, that he’d shoved far away except as jerk-off fodder, came back to him.
She waited, watching him carefully, he realized, letting him lead, and damned if that didn’t make him want her even more. He lowered his mouth, brushing it over hers, but it was her dimple he sought first. Then down to her jaw. She arched her neck, giving him access, which he took quite greedily. His teeth grazed the hollow of her throat and her hum vibrated against his mouth.
She nearly passed out when he rubbed the whole of his body against hers to get back to her mouth to kiss her. He was so male, hard and predatory; his skin was hot, and the wiry hairs on his thighs abraded her skin just right.
Until that moment when his cock stroked up and against her cunt, it hadn’t felt totally real. But it did now as his tongue slid into her mouth, boldly taking what he wanted.
If she’d been standing, her knees would have buckled at the gesture. It was nearly too much and yet not enough. She had to have more. But if she pushed for it, demanded it, she’d lose the edge. It was that very thing that made her crave being dominated so much. That delicious choice every time, to want satisfaction so badly and to put it aside and let someone else give it to her the way she needed.
Erin realized this was an audition of sorts for him. Could he do it? Submission wasn’t simply taken—it wouldn’t be submission then. Submission was earned, and Todd needed to be the kind of man who deserved her on her knees. If not, she’d fuck him a few times and move on.
Todd tasted her mouth, took what he wanted as he slowly gave back. He’d been a good lover before but this man knew what he was about in a way only years can teach.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard, and stared into her face. “It’s been so long. I can’t quite believe this is real.”
How could she not be touched by such a declaration? She glided the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip and he turned, nipping the fleshy part sharply.
He zeroed in on her face, on her reaction, and a smile broke over his face. “I see.”
Todd moved down her body, kissing to her nipple, and she nearly jumped from her skin when he took the ring between his teeth and tugged just right. Not too hard but just hard enough to take her to that place hovering near pain. And when he took the nipple into his mouth and fluttered his tongue, she couldn’t help the groan or the way her nails seemed to dig into his sides where she’d been holding on so tight.
She’d forgotten how much he loved the rings, and it was clear they still did it for him. What he was doing sure did it for her.
When her nails scored into his side, he hissed, not from pain but from the sharpness of sensation. Unable to stop himself, he bit the fleshy side of her breast, holding back only for a moment and then realizing if he listened to her body and her responses, he’d know how far to go. When she moaned, arching into his mouth, he knew where that line was and tucked it away.
He licked across the place he’d bitten and moved down further, drawing his tongue over the tats on her side and belly. She still had a ring in her belly button, and he still thought it looked hot.
“Shall I lick your cunt?” he asked, surprised by the roughness of his voice.
“Please, ohgod, please,” she whispered back.
He wanted her to suck his cock, wanted to fuck her, wanted everything at once, but he reined himself in. He’d have her; they’d have each other. There was time.
He settled low on the bed, his face right above her pussy, and spread her open with his thumbs. Her scent teased him, drove him to want to dive in. Instead he inhaled, having missed her more than he’d allowed himself to admit until that moment.
The way his fingers dug into her skin, the way she arched up into his mouth, taking what she wanted—within limits—turned him on beyond all measure. How he loved to eat a woman’s pussy as she lay spread open for him this way.
Each fold, each furl of her cunt brought him back to that place when she’d offered herself to him ten years before and he’d not understood, not totally, what a gift she’d been.
Instead he’d run, choosing to continue walling off part of his soul. Denying what he yearned for, and now, full circle, he’d torn down those walls and embraced all she offered. Which, in such a simple way, was acceptance of who he was.
If she could accept it, why not him?
Todd nuzzled her, pressing lips and then teeth against tender, sensitive flesh. Possession floated into his consciousness. He wanted her, had always wanted her, and this pussy, this precious gift, wasn’t something he planned to share. Or give up ever again.
He kept from laughing but only barely. She might be submissive sexually, but Erin Brown was one of the strongest willed individuals he’d ever known. It would be about proving to her that he was worth it, that he deserved her.
Stabbing his tongue deep into her gate, as deep as he could, he concentrated on making her feel good even as her taste rode him. Goddamn, the woman tasted right.
Her pleas, her whispered moans and entreaties brought him back to her clit, swollen and hard against his tongue as he pressed the flat of it against her, sliding it from side to side until she practically vibrated, just before she flew apart against his mouth.
Erin struggled for breath as Todd kissed the inside of each thigh where it met her body, back up her belly, over her breasts, and then his mouth was on her, claiming it as her taste hit her system.
He spoke through the kiss. “Suck my cock, Erin. You remember how I like it? Don’t make me come though. I want to fuck you too.”
Her eyes slowly opened until she stared right into his. His lips were glossy from the kiss, from her honey, and she leaned up, licking them. He groaned and she smiled, liking the power to turn him on.
Pushing him back against her bed, she scrambled atop him with a laugh. Soon enough her mouth found his frantic pulse, right at the base of his throat, and tasted it with an openmouthed kiss.
His fingers in her hair tightened and she shivered, loving that pleasure/pain. His chest was still hard, although she kissed over the scars. Several of them that must have been from the shooting he’d told her of earlier.
She could have lost him and not even known it. There’d been enough loss, damn it.
He yelped and then groaned as she nipped him just above his left nipple. Each flat nipple was so sensitive he writhed up as she licked over it and then traced it ’round and ’round with the tip of her tongue. And down further still, licking o
ver his breastbone, down the center of his belly.
Erin loved that he had some hair. So many men had taken to “manscaping” that it was rare to find one with a hairy chest and belly. He wasn’t woolly, that would have been distasteful. No, he was just—she shivered—so masculine. Repeated sharp nips just below his belly button brought her to his cock. Right where she wanted to be.
“Damn, Erin. Looking at your back, with that gorgeous tat and your ass, I may not last.”
If he looked close enough, he’d see her very own set of gunshot scars, which Brody had inked over and around to disguise.
Still, she smiled at the compliment before grabbing his cock firmly and swallowing it as deeply as she could. Sucking cock was sort of like riding a bike, she supposed as she breathed through her nose and kept her swallow reflex working so she wouldn’t gag.
He was warm and hard, so hard, and she remembered back to that first time when he’d been standing behind his couch and she’d totally caught him off guard.
She palmed his balls, pressing the pads of her fingers against the spot right behind them. He rewarded her with a surprised gasp. Even better when she slid her middle finger just a bit farther, circling it softly over the pucker of his ass. He made a deep, feral sort of sound and her pussy bloomed.
All the way down and back, slowly, she sucked him deep and then pulled up. Her grip at the base of his cock was firm, but her mouth was looser so she could tongue the length of him as she came up.
He’d buried his hands in her hair, holding it tight to guide her up and down on him. She let herself fall into that space, the soft place where she just gave him pleasure, where she reveled in the way she must look to him right then, her ass in the air, swaying back and forth, the line of her back with her tattoo so visible, the shock of color her hair must have made against him. She wanted him to objectify her in the best sort of way, to hold her out as beautiful and desired.
“Wait.” He tightened his hands, pulling her hair taut. “Climb up there and fuck me. I want your cunt around my cock.”
She pulled off him and laid a kiss on the crown before scrambling up. Leaning over him, she retrieved a condom from under a pillow and tore it open quickly before rolling it down over his cock.
It wasn’t more than two breaths before she’d moved back and driven herself down against him, his cock slicing into her cunt, filling her in ways she’d wanted desperately for ten years. She froze, just letting herself revel in how good it felt to be there. How good his cock felt so deep inside. So good it scared her a bit—the thought of not having it again. It wouldn’t do to get attached.
She let her hair fall over her face as she rose and fell, wanting to hide a bit of herself from him. The intensity of the moment was nearly overwhelming and she didn’t want it to be. She wanted it to be hot and satisfying but not emotionally involved. Erin wasn’t the same inside as she was before. Before she’d given him everything—her heart, her soul, her submission. Now she’d give her submission, but her heart wasn’t going anywhere and she wasn’t sure how much soul she had left to give anyway.
He looked up at her, at the sway of her breasts as she fucked herself onto his cock over and over. A sheen of sweat seemed to make her skin glow. He’d always found her otherness to be incredibly alluring, exotic. Just the sight of her body made him ache deep inside, not just sexually but emotionally.
Her cunt was like hot heaven, grasping his cock as she undulated over him like a fucking siren. She was magic, always had been and still was. Maybe more so because time had passed and yet here she was again, riding his cock like ten years hadn’t elapsed since she’d been wrapped around him last.
“Damn but your pussy feels good.” He traced a fingertip up her body to flick the hair from her face. He wanted to see her eyes when she came. “Open your eyes.” Todd let the words come, not holding them back, the freedom of it intoxicating. “I want your eyes on me when I’m fucking you.”
Slowly, her gaze found his, like the unfurling of a flower, and he felt it to his toes when her attention was fully on him. Like he’d commanded.
“Tell me, Erin. Tell me what you want.” His voice was deep, nearly fuck-drunk.
Her breath caught twice before words came from those sweet lips. “I want to come.”
He’d always thought her voice was sexy, scratchy, whiskey rough, but now, blurred with sex, Todd was sure he’d never heard anything that made him harder.
“Touch your nipples for me. I’ve got your clit handled.” He traced the line of her lips and she sucked his fingers into the wet of her mouth. His balls drew tight against his body as he struggled for control.
She knew it and a smile edged up one corner of her mouth. He wanted to laugh, but it died in his throat when she began to roll and tug on her nipples and the rings.
His fingers, still wet from her mouth, found her clit. He squeezed gently and then slid his thumb and forefinger back and forth around it. There was so much to look at, he simply cruised from his fingers in her cunt to her nipples and up to her face, where she looked at him intently.
Deep inside her cunt he felt the telltale flutters of her oncoming climax. When it hit, her internal muscles grasping and fluttering around him, his own followed. The pleasure of it rushed up his spine, his back bowing as she ground herself down, pressing hard to keep him deep even as she came.
Her mossy eyes blurred just momentarily, but she kept them open and focused on him. He couldn’t tear his attention away as something big passed between them, linking them in a way he felt all the way to his toes.
Surprise marked her features and she blinked several times. No matter. It was there, the bond between them, and he liked it just that way. Had no plans whatsoever to do anything to dislodge it. In fact, he wanted to strengthen it.
Erin dragged air into her lungs as she dropped to the mattress. Todd pressed a kiss to her lips and got up. She listened to his movements as her heart’s galloping beat slowed down to normal. The water turned on, the toilet flushed and his footfalls came back toward her.
“The bathroom is a hedonist’s dream,” he said, flopping next to her, taking up space. She liked it when his hand found hers, took it in his and squeezed.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had to live in a shithole with not enough hot water and nicotine stains on the walls. Money has brought a lot of luxuries to my life, like the view and a bathtub the size of a Volkswagen.” It couldn’t buy happiness, but it certainly could make life a hell of a lot easier. People who insisted the opposite usually had a lot of it.
He laughed and, without realizing it, she snuggled into him. He smelled so good. “What’s your cologne?”
“Um, something my mom gave me for Christmas. Black, Ralph Lauren, I think. Mmm, feel free to do that anytime you like,” he murmured as she pressed her nose into the place where his neck met his shoulder.
“I like it.” She licked him, tasting salt.
“I’m glad.” He groaned. “Even when I’ve just come you make me want to fuck you again.”
She leaned up to see him better. “Is that a bad thing?”
His eyes found hers, locking in, and disorientation struck for a brief moment. “Not at all. C’mere, I want to kiss you.”
She stretched her neck to give him her lips, and he gave a satisfied near growl as their mouths touched.
For the longest time they traded lazy kisses, until she heard the trilling of a cell phone.
“That’s not mine.” She pulled back, amused at his annoyed look.
He rolled away, giving her an excellent view of his ass as he did.
“Keenan.” She wanted to laugh at how annoyed he sounded.
She got up, pulling on a nearby robe and wandering into the kitchen for another margarita.
Todd ground his teeth together. Of course he had to get a call to deal with a client now. But he was the new partner and he needed to meet existing clients, even if he had been settling in and getting ready to fuck Erin again.
He sig
hed as he splashed water over his face and combed his hair back into something resembling a man who hadn’t just fucked for a few hours.
Despite his need to go, he stopped as he came out into the living room and caught sight of her standing in the open door to the balcony. The breeze had blown open her short robe, exposing her breasts and her cunt. Her hair had swept back from her face and her eyes were closed.
He wished he could paint or even that he had a camera nearby, because she looked so soft and beautiful he wanted to capture it forever.
She turned, a smile on her lips. “Is everything all right?”
“No.” He frowned. “I have to go. One of our clients is having problems with his security system and wants us to come in and consult on how to use it. Again, apparently. But he’s some big-shot attorney here in town and he’s used to snapping his fingers and getting results. Frankly, he’s paying for it, so”—he shrugged—“there you go. Anyway, I haven’t met him yet and I’m the new guy. I’m sorry.”
“Your job is important of course. Thanks for coming over.”
He moved to her, not liking how nonchalant she sounded. “I’ll be back. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I can’t. I’m working with Adrian for the next few days. He’s been out of town and we need to lay down some stuff for his new CD.”
He realized as he stood there how much he wanted her. Not just for sex, but Christ, he liked her. Had liked her before but was too cowardly to really admit it. Todd wanted to know her and wanted her to want that too.
“Okay, when you’re done, why don’t you come to my place? Do you paint at all? I could use a hot assistant to help me paint my living room.”
“All right. I can do that. But you have to feed me and I like Popsicles too. Painting is hot work, you know. I need sustenance.”
“It’s a date then.” He handed her a card. “My home and cell numbers are on the back. Call me when you’re done with Adrian or when you know you’ll be free. I’ll save the work until then.”
