Sensual Stranger

by Tina Donahue

  As though her lick galvanized him, Zach lifted his hips, trying to force himself back into her mouth. Toni gave him what he wanted, what she had to have, opening her throat, pulling him more deeply into her than earlier. The tip of her nose touched his cocoa-colored curls. She smelled his lust—primitive, erotic—identical to her own.

  With all of her will, she tried to keep her pace steady and slow, to draw this out. His crude growls defeated her. Flicking her tongue over the uneven skin at the back of his crown, she worked this most sensitive part of him, paying no heed to his heels slipping off the concrete, his legs splashing back into the water, his back arching, his wild cries.

  Hot, thick cum spurted into her mouth, the pulsations mimicking his strangled gasps.

  Sucking gently now, Toni swallowed the evidence of his pleasure, proof to her she’d touched a part of him. For a moment in time, she was a woman he wanted.

  Once she left, would he remember her for at least a little while?

  Not wanting to go there, she sighed, allowing his penis to slip from her mouth. Unwilling to move away, still hungering for closeness, she rested the side of his face on his groin, her fingers on his injured thigh.

  He swallowed loudly, coughed, then rested his hand on the side of her face. Her skin was still damp from the pool and hot, frustrated tears.

  “Thank you.” With his deep intake of air, the muscles in his belly quivered against the top of her head. “That was awesome.”

  Toni smiled so hard more tears spilled out. She made certain to keep them from her voice, along with her feelings for him. “You think?”

  He laughed wearily.

  She snuggled closer, content to stay here forever.

  Zach’s laughter wound down. In silence, they remained as they were, minutes passing by. A soft, warm breeze brushed past. Leaves rustled. Birds cried from somewhere in the distance.

  Toni sighed.

  At last, Zach asked, “Sleepy?”

  She shook her head, the side of her face rubbing his body.

  “Good.” His powerful baritone embraced the word and those that followed. “No work tomorrow. You’re mine tonight and all of the next day. Any way I want.”

  Lifting her head at the surprising command in his voice, Toni looked at him.

  His fatigue of only a few minutes ago had left. Possessiveness flared in his eyes. “Don’t even think of getting away,” he warned, “if you try, I’ll tie you to the fucking bed again.”

  Her pulse jumped and her heart sang while her mind warned he was only playing a carnal game, the one they’d agreed on.

  Dismissing sorrow, forcing herself to be content with the moment, she asked, “After you punish me?”

  His breathing picked up. “That can be arranged.” He pulled his legs back out of the pool, propping his feet on the edge. “Now keep taking care of me as you promised. You’re not through, not for a long time to come.”

  Chapter Eleven

  To his surprise, she didn’t enjoy him again orally.

  Easing from between his legs, she left the pool. Head turned, heart punching his ribs, Zach watched as she padded to his side. Rivulets of water coursed down her taut flesh, some getting trapped in her dark bush or skimming her pink vaginal lips, the rest dripping around her slender feet. With an indecent smile, she offered him her hand.

  He accepted it immediately, wrapping his fingers around hers, but didn’t yet leave the concrete. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Everything.”

  The back of his head tingled at her husky voice wrapped around such a promising, shameless word.

  On his feet, he drew her into him, warming her flesh chilled slightly from the water. With his free hand, he eased damp hair from her cheek, leaned down and pressed his lips to its exquisite softness.

  Toni sagged into him, nipples crushed against his chest, her breath catching, her throaty voice producing a soft mew.

  “We staying back here?” he asked, his mouth to her ear. “Or are we going inside?”

  She ran her fingers down the seam of his ass. He started at the unexpectedly pleasant sensation.

  “Neither,” she murmured. Fingers tightening around his, she stepped back. “Come on.”

  He held back. She looked over, her blue-green eyes hooded, her plush lips parted.

  Like a good boy—or a hopelessly horny one—he followed her to the cedar table where she retrieved Lucky and Belle’s picture. With the photo safe in her hand, she continued down the path to the front of the house. Zach flicked his gaze at his Ram, wondering if her plans included them fucking like crazy on its flatbed.

  She directed him away from it to the front steps of the house, stopping on the porch next to her saddlebag. Releasing his hand, she hunkered down and slipped the laminated photo inside, then looked up.

  Desire danced in her eyes, along with a need so pure and deep, it touched Zach’s soul.

  With her saddlebag in hand, Toni stood and rested her fingertips on his bristly cheek. “Wait here,” she murmured. “I’ll be right back.”

  He didn’t want her to leave him, not even for a second. Grasping her wrist, he stopped her from reaching for the doorknob. Toni turned to him, her expression questioning.

  Zach made no effort to hide his paralyzing thirst for everything she was. “Hurry.”

  Her smile was all pleasure, the happiest he’d ever seen. “I will.” In an even throatier voice, her manner all sass, she said, “Now, don’t you wander off. Don’t make me come looking for you.”

  He wondered if she would. If some day in the future, she’d come riding by on her way to the circuit and might consider stopping at this house or his garage just to say ‘hi’. Or if she’d be with another man at the time, a guy who lived for one glance from her, a single touch.

  Afraid to speak and betray the turmoil of his thoughts, Zach shook his head, wordlessly telling her he wouldn’t budge. He’d wait for as long as required just to see her again. To have her in his arms.

  Slipping inside, she closed the front door behind herself. Zach sank to the porch’s top step, his shoulder against the banister, his mind picturing her roaming inside the house, going to her bedroom or maybe even his.

  Eyes closed, head lifted to the sky, he imagined her regarding the photo of Meg on his nightstand, the only picture of her he’d kept in the house, not wanting potential buyers—strangers—gawking at his life, what he’d lost.

  Don’t go in there, his thoughts whispered to Toni. He didn’t want her to think he’d compare her in any way to his late wife. Zach couldn’t. Toni was like no woman he’d ever met. A part of him wondered if he would have chosen her in Phoenix if she’d been in his business class.

  Swallowing hard, he waited for her return, counting the minutes. One. Three. Five. Tension built, straining the muscles in his throat and chest, stirring interest in his groin. Around him, the night no longer seemed quiet. It bristled with life, expectation. Crickets chirped, getting an early start on their concert. Birds flew past, their wings whapping the heated air. Insects buzzed. The front door clicked.

  All too eager, Zach lowered his head. His brows lifted at the canvas grocery bag Toni carried. Given how it bulged, she’d stuffed a lot of something into it. Their dinner? Maybe the potato salad from last night or the makings for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that he knew she liked.

  Zach didn’t ask. His attention zeroed in on the red silk scarf he’d bought for their first night together. She’d tied it in a bow around her left thigh like a makeshift garter.

  With a pleased grin, he glanced back at the bag. “What in the hell do you have in there?”

  “Stuff.”

  Zach rolled his eyes at her continuing evasiveness, but didn’t comment as she pulled several of the fattest and tallest candles from the bag, seating them on saucers near one of the windows. Using a long match from the fireplace, she lit each.

  Protected from the soothing breeze, the flames bobbed merrily, softening the shadows, inviting the n
ight to cloak the areas surrounding them.

  Pushing the bag aside, Toni went to her feet and untied the scarf. “Give me your hands.”

  Zach regarded the scarlet silk swaying back and forth. Captivated, he asked, “What?”

  “You heard me.” She wiggled the scarf.

  His gaze drifted to the bag, whatever else she’d put inside, then to her cunt. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Taking real good care of you.” Her tone turned cocky, challenging. “Unless you’re too chicken to let me.”

  Fear wasn’t what he felt at the moment. Curiosity and anticipation whispered in his blood, roughening his voice. “You do know that I could turn you over my knee in a second and make you regret that.”

  “You will. Later.” She sank to her knees at his side, her lips close to his, her voice seductive, coaxing. “Give me your hands. Let me do whatever I want.”

  Passion smoldered in her eyes and words. Weakened with lust, Zach caught as much breath as he could and gave Toni what she required…what they both did.

  She wrapped the scarf around his wrists, knotting it once. “Scoot over toward the rail.”

  Head turned, he maneuvered his body to where she’d directed. His lids sank to half mast at her palm on his chest, her fingers stroking his left pec lightly, urging him to lie down. The moment he did, she drew his bound wrists above his head, tying the ends of the scarf around the banister’s bottom rail.

  His cock thickened at the way she’d imprisoned and now regarded him. Thoroughly, lazily, indulgently. Her gaze touched each part of his body, at last settling on his stiffened rod.

  She spoke in a solemn murmur. “You’re such an awesome man.”

  Her praise, her wanting of him, touched Zach as few things had. All teasing gone, he spoke with the greatest sincerity. “Thank you.”

  Her gaze met his and lingered, it caressed, cleansing him of sorrow, making him want her with a fervor both stunning and humbling.

  His eyes closed as she leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. He groaned, impatient for more. She met his request with the tenderest of kisses, the kind that fill an empty heart and comfort a damaged soul.

  The moment she eased back, retreating from him, Zach couldn’t stand it. “Come back here,” he growled.

  “In a sec.” Turning, she reached for the bag.

  On her knees and one hand, her ass lifted and facing him, Zach saw her labia peeking out from her delicate curls and the tight ring of her anus, a part of her body she’d given to him without a moment’s hesitation.

  She shifted her weight. Her plush buttocks and adorable tattoo jiggled slightly.

  Sweet Jesus, she was killing him. He wanted her on him, all over him, not rummaging in the fucking bag. “What are you looking for?”

  “This.” Straightening, she turned on her knees, holding a squirt bottle of Hector’s homemade chocolate syrup in one hand and his ribbon-winning barbecue sauce in the other. She held out the barbecue sauce. “Dinner.” Bringing it back, she next lifted the syrup. “And dessert.”

  Zach laughed. “I like how you cook.”

  “You haven’t a clue how I cook. But you will.” She placed the chocolate syrup on the porch, then squirted barbecue sauce in a wavy line from his collarbone to his pubic hair.

  Zach gasped at the chill.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked, concern in her voice. “Does it sting?”

  “No, it’s cold. From the refrigerator?”

  “Oh.” She dropped the bottle on the porch. While it bounced, she lowered her head to his torso and murmured, “I’ll warm you up.”

  Zach’s toes curled, splayed and curled again at how she lapped the sauce from his navel. When she drove the tip of her tongue inside the small depression, he chuckled. As she followed the condiment’s trail to his wiry curls, he stretched his legs, not caring about the pain it caused. Toni’s touch, each caress, muted everything bad, delivering nothing except satisfaction.

  With her hand on his cock, stroking it far too delicately, she worked her way back up his body, cleaning the sauce from his flesh, pausing only to swallow and fight for air. No different than him. At his collarbone, she finished and pressed her face against his neck, sucking it.

  Zach’s chest pumped hard at the glorious sensations barreling through him, pulling his concentration in two directions—her fingers on his shaft, her lips on his throat. His rod won, capturing Zach’s full attention as she dragged her thumb over the slit in the crown, using his pre-cum to lubricate it.

  He groaned in delight. He ordered, “I want inside of you.”

  She continued suckling and stroking as though he hadn’t spoken.

  Frustrated and so damn aroused he couldn’t think straight, Zach yanked on the silk scarf, cursing the fucking thing as it held fast. His voice cracked with emotion. “Now, dammit.”

  Lifting her face, Toni kissed the line of his clenched jaw, his temple, his ear. “In a sec,” she whispered.

  “Fuck that. I can’t wait.”

  “You’ll have to. I haven’t had dessert yet. Neither have you.” Scooting back, she grabbed the chocolate syrup and aimed the bottle’s tip at his head. “Open your mouth.”

  He swore and laughed. “Just wait until I have you hogtied.”

  “Looking forward to it. Now keep still.”

  Zach was nothing but movement and gasped oaths as Toni drenched his cock and sac in chilled chocolate. Ass clenching, he stretched his legs, curled his toes and yanked his arms, trying to free himself of the scarf so he could push her on her back and drive himself into her hot juicy cunt.

  Unfazed and unhurried, she used her forefinger to smear the chocolaty concoction over those parts she’d missed, sending threads of sensation to the back of his throat and the top of his head.

  Thrashing it back and forth, Zach pulled his legs up, bumping his thigh against her arm.

  “Keep still,” she ordered.

  “Fuck that. I—” His tortured retort ended on an extended moan as she licked the sauce from his balls.

  Whimpering sounds came from the back of Toni’s throat. The same a woman makes when nearing orgasm.

  Zach’s edged closer with her tongue flicking up his shaft, reaching the head, licking it as she might an ice-cream cone. Legs wavering, Zach let them drop to the porch, then brought them back up quickly despite the pain, unable to settle on a position, incapable of anything except pure emotion.

  Words, rushed and incoherent, poured from him as Toni took his cock fully into her mouth, the heat as intense as her cunt, her tongue adding a dimension of pleasure her sheath never could.

  With long, measured licks, she attended to him, making him so fucking hard Zach hurt in places he didn’t know he had. Just as he was ready to cry out, begging her to stop, to give him a moment’s peace, she allowed his penis to slip from her mouth.

  Lips parted on his heaving breaths, Zach forced his lids to open, watching as Toni straddled his body, her dark bush above his hairy groin, her vaginal lips plump with her arousal, slick with her cream.

  She pinned him with her gaze, wickedness burning in her eyes. Her voice, a combination of velvet and smoke, rippled with passion. “Ready?”

  “Don’t you dare make me wait.” His command sounded more like a plea.

  Her lids sank to narrow slits. In the candlelight, with darkness now surrounding them, her skin was a pale gold, smooth and flawless, her face flushed with desire.

  She bent her head to see their bodies, concentrating on them as she positioned his cock to pierce her lips, sinking down on him.

  Zach’s mouth hung open on a feral cry, his breath squandered, rushing out in a noisy whoosh. Toni took him inside quickly, her channel’s powerful muscles hugging him close, inviting him home.

  He wasn’t yet there. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the root, his curls touching hers. At the blessed tightness and heat, he forced down a swallow and held his breath, preparing for her to ride him.

  She
lifted her chin to the porch’s roof, head lolling on her shoulders, her hand going to her clit.

  Instantly, Zach tried to bring his arms down to touch her there, to give her completion, frowning as the scarf stopped him.

  Keeping her head tilted back, she murmured, “Bad, bad boy.”

  “Untie me,” he ordered. “I want to touch you.”

  She spoke in a whisper, her fingers stroking her nub, her sheath constricting around his cock. “Later.”

  Trapped by the scarf, gripped by the yearning in her voice and the tension in her body, Zach watched her masturbate.

  Her slender throat bobbed with a swallow. Her lips parted on a breathy sigh. Candlelight bathed her in its cozy glow, creating shadows on her smooth cheeks from her long lashes. The ends fluttered slightly. Her cunt tightened around him.

  Zach knew she was already close to orgasm, hearing shameless passion in her sighs, reading her body language as though he’d known her forever and they’d never been strangers.

  At this moment, they were not. She was as much a part of his life as the color of his hair and eyes, the scars on his leg. Something he couldn’t change or forget.

  Toni continued to rub her clit as she pushed up, separating their bodies, releasing his rod until only the crown remained inside her tight, slippery heat. And then she sank back down, capturing him again, confining him.

  He panted in response, his fingers gripping the rail, holding tight for her next move.

  Toni didn’t make him wait. She lifted herself from his body and slithered back down, all while stroking her clit. Mere seconds passed before Zach knew they were both edging toward their respective peaks. He wanted to see her expression, her abandonment of propriety as she came, but the tempest building inside him was too great. Teeth gritted, lids squeezed tight, he focused on her riding his shaft, tending to him, loving him.

  Her gasping cry cut through the night, followed by his uncontrolled roar. Everything else went quiet around them, the darkness seeming to wait and watch.