by Susan Arden
“One moment, and then we’ll go.” He swept her into his arms and roughly pulled up her dress. In one swift motion, his fingers dug inside her shorts, sliding down her belly, across her mound. She gasped as he rubbed her, pinching her piercing. The intensity she saw in his eyes had to mirror her own.
“Please. Do it,” she whispered, hungry for his touch. She moved her hands to his zipper until they both had each other, palm to groin. His cock was thick in her hands. The scent of him had her jittery. “One taste. Let me.”
“Give me just this one thing.” His finger thrust into her. A deep plunge he followed by curling the tip of his finger, rubbing her in the spot that made her go weak. She jolted against him, squeezing his cock.
“I want you. In my mouth.”
“Jesus. You got my attention. I can’t deny you. Where?”
“Right here. In my kitchen.”
“Here?” he asked, flashing her a wicked smile “Baby, I’m going to relish fucking that sweet mouth of yours.”
God. The way he curled his seductive mouth eliminated any hint of shyness she’d held. She dropped slowly, running her hands down his legs. She could feel the muscles bunch and strain under her palms. His cock twitched. The scent of his male musk filled her. She couldn’t believe that here, in her own kitchen, she was freely going to blow Stephen McLemore. Reaching up, she tugged his jeans farther down, lower on his lean hips.
“Let me lick you.” She lifted her head, letting her jaw drop open, and, with the first sweep of her tongue, her pussy drenched her panties.
Stephen held his shaft in his hand, guiding himself over her lips. “Beautiful. Your mouth feels incredible.”
Gillian took his crown into her mouth, sucking his pre-cum and stroking his shaft. He was hard as steel and soft as velvet. She licked him, wetting his skin. His groans had her throbbing and pouring her own moans over his cock. Deeper she took him into her mouth, enjoying the way his musky taste spread over her tongue. His cockhead hit the back of her throat and she relaxed, letting him travel farther as she sucked him harder.
“Hot damn,” he murmured, cupping her head between his hands. “Where in hell did you learn to do that?”
Gillian glanced up to his face to see that he held a chiseled, rapt expression. She moved her hands to his legs. Her fingers curled around his thighs as he pivoted his hips back and forth. He threaded his hands in her hair, making her strands swipe at his thighs as he did what he’d promised. He pumped into her mouth as his hamstrings spasmed. Loud groans of pleasure erupted from his mouth, heightening her desire.
Gillian suckled him as far as he could go into her mouth. Finally, he pushed himself so that her nose nuzzled against his dark curls. She alternated sucking him to the back of her throat with swirling her tongue underneath his shaft. His hands held her face and he moaned, low and hoarse.
With the tip of her tongue, she traced the rim of his head, the tip, and back down, tonguing him along the tight flange of his cock. She sucked him back into her mouth, memorizing the way his head felt against her lips, his taste upon her tongue.
She accepted him again and again. She wanted to please him with every wet lick. She wanted him to remember her as well with every deep suck. He was her puzzle. In this way of submitting to him, she learned to smooth his edges as he held her steady.
“Take it, beautiful, take me deep. Deeper.” Stephen rocked on his feet. “Oh, baby,” he groaned.
Gillian never realized how much she needed him. She held on to his shaft, controlling his swift movements. Her mouth relaxed for a moment before she sucked in her cheeks, squeezing him. She gazed upward, finding that Stephen watched her head bobbing over his cock.
“I’m coming,” he yelled.
Something in her connected with him, leaving her wanting him. Don’t hold back. She didn’t want to ponder why she so suddenly wanted him entirely. The muscles of his legs tensed, rock hard. He jerked as his explosion shot over her tongue. In hot bursts Stephen emptied himself into her. His movements slowed and he released her hair, stroking her cheek with his knuckle.
Stephen pulled her upward, pushing her back against the counter. “And you? What can I do to make you feel this amazing?”
“I’ll take mine tonight. In your bed. When we’ve got all night.” She spread her fingers over his face, tracing its shape.
He kissed her with gentle precision. His fingers ran over her body, sweeping along her waist, holding her up against him. “I promised that we’d go to the fair. Otherwise, woman, I’d take you home right now.”
* * *
There were lines for rides filled with parents and children from the town. Some of them she recognized. Women waved and she returned the greeting. She walked ahead of Stephen, trying to weave a trail over to the larger tent for this evening’s performances. Going in at the performers’ entrance, she left Stephen outside so she could make certain all the children had arrived and were getting ready. Several of her stage mothers were present, helping with costumes. Gillian’s dress got a tug and she looked down to see one of her youngest students with tears in her eyes. “What wrong, Megan?” Gillian asked, bending down.
“My flower came off.”
The child held out part of her costume, a bright pink peony that had once been fastened to the shoulder of her leotard, but now was not. “No tears, sweetie pie. I brought my sewing kit. But first, a smile. Come on.”
Beaming up at her, the child watched as Gillian expertly plied a threaded needle. The little girl clapped when Gillian handed back her repaired leotard. “Better hurry. Go and change.”
A few more minutes of scurrying and primping, and it was time for the final head count. The music rose in volume, and she ushered her students to the back of the stage. Gillian reminded them to put on their best smiles, with arms raised.
She made it a point to make eye contact with each student, nodding and smiling. It was time to move out front so she could snap some photographs. Out in the hall she spotted Stephen leaning against a post, holding court for two young women. They hardly paid her any mind as she walked up behind him.
One of the girls moved closer to him. “Come on, Stephen. One night. Meet us up at Barely Back. We can play a couple rounds of pool, and winner take all. You know we can have a real good time. Just like the last time.”
Gillian’s stomach lurched. She pressed her hand along Stephen’s back, and he stiffened.
“Glad to see you.” He swung his arm around her shoulders, and turned to the girls. “Do you believe me now? She’s not a figment of my imagination. So, as you can see, I’m with someone. If you don’t mind? Excuse us. Ladies…” Stephen nodded and took her by the elbow.
“Just in time?” she asked, forcing herself to keep her tone light. Just because she didn’t have guys falling all over her, she couldn’t fault Stephen for his past.
“I didn’t ask for their attention. It’s important that you know, I don’t play games. I wouldn’t do that to you, or me.”
“Never a question in my mind. I get that about you.” She trailed her fingers along his arm. “I want to take some photographs. I thought if we went to the front of the stage, then I might be able to squat down and snap some.”
His eyes flicked down her body. “Do you want me to take the photographs? You’re in a dress. The ground is muddy.”
“Yes. Thank you.” She uncapped the lens and handed him the camera. Their fingers grazed each other’s as she passed him the camera. A tingling, electrical skittering shot up her hand. She gasped softly, staring into Stephen’s eyes that widened slightly. What was this, that seemed to move between them? Salacious, yes, but so much more.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t disappear.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Stephen crouched in front of the stage, snapping photo after photo. He moved over to the other side of the stage, giving Gillian ample space and time to observe him. Not only she, but several women in the audience, followed his movements with their eyes focused on him. Anoth
er type of spark flared. This one didn’t feel at all warm and welcoming. More like a stab to her middle, that made her want to screech, He’s taken!
At the end of the number, the dancers stopped and came into a straight line at the front of the stage. Most of the dancers looked to Gillian. She motioned for them to smile and bow. Afterwards, the audience erupted into applause. Stephen walked down the far aisle, near the tent wall, and came around the back of the seating area toward her. His body swayed in what was now a familiar swagger that set her pulse quickening. Each step brought him closer, his gait slow and sure, his eyes on her.
Her mind wanted to question him about why so many women seemed to take a shine to him, but her body wanted to waste no time on ridiculous chit-chat, forgetting absurd suspicions. She craved nothing that required words. Her body wanted his mouth on her in the most wonderfully wicked ways.
“If you give me a few minutes, I’ll be ready, if you are,” she said, eyeing the crowd.
“You need to see the children back stage?” he asked. “No problem. I’ll meet you right here.”
She nodded, although she wanted to grab hold of his wrist and drag him with her. This was turning out to be one fine pickle. In days, she’d travel to Hollywood, the land of glitter, glam, and one-night stands. Yet, here she was, wishing to clamp down on Stephen. Either she had to learn in a heartbeat how to trust him, or she’d better cut him loose. No way to want her own freedom, while expecting he’d sit in a corner and speak to no one save herself. Talk was cheap. Stephen might not be her exclusive boyfriend, but he didn’t fall into bed with just anyone. Did he?
The children were taking off their costumes. One of the mothers came over and asked if she should collect them and bring them to the studio. “Yes. That would be a lifesaver. I didn’t drive tonight.” She exhaled. Thank God for stage mothers.
Walking back toward the stage seating, she noticed another act had begun. The lights were low, and there sat Stephen with his long legs crossed out in front of him. All she could do was gawk at the way his masculine package bulged at his groin. His arms were leisurely crossed over his chest—bulging biceps were beyond drool-worthy. He must have noticed her, for he straightened his legs and came out of the seat. His expression changed, and she faltered slightly at the way his eyes consumed her in the most deliciously enticing manner.
At once she felt attractive and feminine, and craved his hard body. She wanted to get away from the smell of earth, hay, and sweaty bodies; really, the crowds and curious eyes.
“Stephen,” she murmured.
“Let’s go. I’ve waited long enough to have you wrapped around me.”
* * *
In the parking lot, he pulled her next to him, and stared down into her face. “Give yourself to me. Entirely, tonight.”
“You don’t have to ask.”
“Good.” He crushed his body against hers, holding her by the hips. He hauled her next to him, and lowered his face until his mouth slid over hers. His kiss was powerful in the way his tongue swept into her mouth, with demanding strokes gliding over her tongue. He took her lower lip between his teeth and bit softly. “All mine.”
He lifted her swiftly, placing her on the back of his bike. His eyes never left her face as he arranged her hair under the helmet and buckled the straps at her chin. Swinging his leg over the seat, he pulled her thighs until he was nestled firmly between her legs. He gunned the engine to his Harley. The powerful roar of the motorcycle dimmed when compared to what Stephen silently communicated.
“This is only the beginning of what you can expect between those gorgeous legs of yours tonight.”
Hurtling down the highway, the warm wind blasted past them while she hugged Stephen around his waist. She strummed the grooves over his abdomen, allowing her fingers to brush across his rigid cock. Once he took her hand and rubbed her palm up and down over his erection. The feel of him, along with the vibrating motion of his motorcycle against her clit, had her clenching her jaw to stifle a growing need to have him plunge into her. Hard, rough, and demanding.
They were yards outside Stephen’s house. The engine cut and he removed his helmet, standing upright. Gillian slid one of her feet to the ground.
“Take it easy.” He grabbed hold of her the second she swung her leg over the padded seat. “Let me help you with the helmet.” His leg followed hers, bringing him right next to her. They were parked just inside the detached garage. She gazed upward into his face, and over his shoulder into the night sky that blazed with a million stars. Fine mist covered everything, making every surface appear dusted with silver.
His fingers worked the strap below her chin. Gillian shivered, closing her eyes. She felt the warm brush of his thumb pad against the seam of her lips. “Gillian, I need you this instant. Do I take what I want, or are you going to give it to me?”
Opening her eyelids, she blinked, focusing on the man before her. “I want you. Deep inside me.”
Stephen’s hands dug into her hips, swiveling her around. He brought her back against his body. Hard, and harder. The erection housed inside his jeans rode up the crevice of her bottom. Dear God, she wanted him, and moaned. Stephen pressed his hands over her waist.
“I need you here.” She moved his hands lower, down to the space between her legs. There was the material of her dress in the way. Gillian tugged at layers of gauzy cotton, wanting to rip the darn thing off. Lifting the hem, the cool night air rushed over her skin.
Desire, slick and hot, shot through her veins and pooled in her abdomen. Her clit pulsed, making her hunger spiral nearly out of control. This moment stretched and twisted, digging into her to produce a yearning to tell him…what?
Gillian dug her nails into his hands. “I know what you need,” he whispered.
She couldn’t say the words that would bind her, trap her, and scare this type of man into a frenzied gallop in the opposite direction. Falling in love didn’t happen this fast. Only in romance novels; not in life. Well, not her life.
His fingers moved, lifting her hem. “Hurry,” she murmured, about to say something completely foolish.
“Hush, darlin’. I’m undoing my zipper.” A sound like foil being ripped echoed in the garage. His hands found her again. He pulled down her shorts and panties; picked up her leg to remove one side of them from her foot. “Lean over the bike. I’m going fuck you like I’ve imagined all day. Just be careful of the exhaust pipe, it’s hot. The rest is all good.”
He moved his hands, bending her over the seat, yanking and arranging her dress. She widened her stance, gripping black leather beneath her fingers. Stephen settled himself behind her, in between her legs, and the brush of his erection became a torturous tease. Not for long. He lifted Gillian’s hips, groaning loudly, and then leaned down over her.
His chest pressed against her back, his hand rubbed the space between her legs, his fingers spread her open, and his cock pressed into her opening. He fisted his other hand in her hair, tugging. His cock thrust into her pussy. So hard. So amazing.
Stephen wrapped one forearm across her belly, cantilevering her, turning her, giving him room, and he plunged farther inside. The feeling tore into her. “Stephen,” she called out.
“Let me do this. Have you like this.” His stomach rubbed over her backside.
She pushed up on the bike with her palms, pushing down onto his cock. They both ground their hips, helping him to seat himself even farther inside her body. Stephen moved back and slammed into her, lifting her hips up. She sucked in a breath filled with wild excitement.
The waves of pleasure burst, her desire scalded her senses, and she cried out. “I’m there! Stephen, fuck me.”
“Not yet,” his voice was hoarse. He kept pushing back into her with fierce thrusts. This time it was mad sex, sweaty, half-clothed, slamming sex. And she took all he gave. Her release would let her fly. “Don’t come yet.”
He held onto her thigh, lifting it, and pumped himself into her, deeper, farther, harder. “Fuck,” he said
“Beautiful, come for me now, Gillian.” Her name rolling from his lips dove straight into her body.
“So good,” she whispered, draped over the seat of his motorcycle. The warm glow of his lovemaking spread over her body.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” He ground his cock into her. His want of her made her explode. She arched back against him. Needing him. Wanting to just come right out and tell him she was scared. Let him truly see her in this moment. No. Don’t. This urge, to want to tell him, became a dart that struck her core.
“Stephen. You make me see stars.” Safe words. Easy. No tether that would strangle either one of them.
“You make me see a whole lot, too. A beautiful sight.” He pulled out of her, bent and kissed her bottom, playfully nipping her.
Chapter 12
Seeing her bent over his bike, Stephen couldn’t begin to consider tomorrow, or next week. Not with the sweetest rear-end before him. He’d meant to bring her back here, sit her down, and find out what she envisioned for the future. Not too far. Just the next month, for starters.
Well, that plan had been shot to shit. In the best of ways. And now, with her leaning into his body, hell, he’d do it all-the-fuck-over again, given the chance.
She wiggled into her undergarments, smiling. “Hungry? We never do seem to eat much when we’re together.”
“I can rustle up a mean country breakfast.”
“I remember. Your one good meal.”
“Let’s go.” He tweaked her nose. “That puppy of yours is getting big. I bet you won’t recognize him.”
“In a couple of days?”
“I’m not pulling your chain. I should find out what Carolina put into his food supplement. Must be steroids.”
Ushering her inside, he watched her expression go from amused to awe-struck. “You weren’t teasing. Chance?” Gillian picked him up, cradling the pup against her beautiful breasts.
