by Cathryn Fox
The combination of the soft light, the raspberry-scented candle, the masculine aroma of the virile male next to her, and the seductive music all played havoc on her senses. She became acutely aware of just how aroused she felt. Just how much she craved his touch. She opened her legs a bit wider.
He growled his approval.
She trembled with desire.
She took the coin from him and tossed it.
“Heads,” Jay said, his voice as coarse as dry leaves. She flipped it and, without looking at it, showed it to him. “I win, Laura.”
“So I guess that means I lose.” Losing. Winning. It really was a fine line.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?”
His nostrils flared. “I want you to touch yourself.”
She touched her fingers to her throat and began a light massage.
“Lower,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper.
Her hands wandered lower and lower until they grazed her cleavage. When her fingers brushed over her breasts, lust spread like wildfire through her body. Liquid moisture puddled between her open thighs.
Jay’s lambent gaze washed over her like an intimate embrace, making her forget their role-playing was for research purposes. A delicious warmth spread over her skin as she watched him carefully track her every movement. Her nipples hardened under his visual caress.
His attention drifted back to her face. “I want you to play with your breasts.” His voice was a thick, rusty murmur.
Her pulse leapt in her throat and she hesitated. She’d never pleasured herself in front of anyone before.
“Put your hands on your body, Laura,” he whispered. “And touch yourself.” It was a command, not a request.
Her hesitation melted when his rough voice began to coax her on. A whimper sounded in her throat as unbridled desire consumed her. She’d never been so brazen before, but Jay made her feel bold. Thrusting her chest forward, she slipped her hand inside her chemise and rolled her hard nub between her fingers.
Touching her breasts fueled her hunger. She no longer wanted it to be her own hands toying with her pebbled nipples. She wanted Jay’s hands palming her soft curves, exploring the pattern of her body, and extinguishing the fiery embers inside her that threatened to burn out of control.
She moistened her lips and tried to keep her breathing steady, tried to ignore the elevated thud of her pulse.
“My turn,” Jay said. He flipped the coin.
Laura was desperate to win this round. So she could make him touch her. So she could feel his lips on her mouth, on her breasts, between her legs.
“Heads,” she murmured as the tang of her arousal reached her nostrils.
Jay won the toss.
“Put your hand inside your panties.” The deep cadence of his voice reverberated through her blood.
Drunk with desire, she did as he commanded. She needed this, needed to stroke herself, to release the pressure building inside her slick heat before her body went up in a fiery ball of flames.
Her hands skimmed her curves until she felt the lacy band on her panties. She curled the thin elastic around her finger and tugged, exposing her damp curls. She moaned low in her throat and dipped her fingers inside. The sound of Jay’s harsh breathing mingled with hers. She grazed her inflamed clitoris, coaxing it out from its fleshy hood.
Forget the pursuit of science; now she was in the pursuit of an orgasm.
As she swirled her fingers through her liquid silk, she could feel the pressure building. She looked at him, her gaze pleading, begging him to help her quell the restlessness between her thighs. She ached for him in ways that left her breathless, dizzy.
His ragged voice interrupted her wanderings. “Your turn.” His breath came in a low rush. Moisture gathered on his forehead and Laura sensed he was struggling for control.
With her body beckoning his touch, she was barely able to comply. She eased her hand from her panties and reached for the coin.
“I call tails,” he said as he handed it to her. It slipped from her slick fingers.
“Shit, where did it go?” Jay asked.
“It went under the sofa.” Laura dropped to the floor in search of it. She crouched on her knees and bent forward. The position displayed her backside to her captive audience of one.
A growl crawled out of his throat. “Sweet Jesus, Laura. What are you doing to me?”
“It’s tails.” She began to wiggle out from under the sofa.
“I win,” Jay said. Her body quaked as his deep, sexy voice fell over her like a bed of thick fog.
Jay pressed his hand to her back. “Stay there, Laura. I want you to stay on your knees and wiggle.”
She did as he requested. When she wiggled back and forth, a jolt of fire ripped through her and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out. Obviously Jay knew what he was doing. The movement stimulated her clitoris and drove her passions to new heights. If this was losing, she never wanted to win again.
As she moved her aching body against the floor, white-hot desire claimed her. She grew edgy, restless for his touch, for release. The coin slipped from her damp fingers once again and rolled out of her reach.
“Jay?”
“Yeah?”
“I lost the coin.”
He dropped to his knees. “We don’t need it.”
“We don’t?” Oh God, that must mean the potion had kicked in. She twisted around, trying to glimpse his penis.
“What are you doing, babe?” His deep masculine tenor seeped into her skin, filling her with longing.
She tried to keep her voice steady, but quickly discovered her efforts were futile. “I’m trying to see your penis. To see if the potion is working.”
“My what?” She could hear the amusement in his tone.
She felt a blush suffuse her cheeks and tried to will it away. “You heard me.”
“Now, what kind of talk is that? Penis.”
She turned around to face him. “Well, that’s what it is, isn’t it?”
“Well, that’s technically correct. But let’s save the technical jargon for the lab. It doesn’t turn me on.” He leaned forward and brushed her hair from her shoulders; his gaze dropped to her exposed neck. “You know what turns me on, sweetheart?” His low, sexy voice wrapped around her like a warm blanket and she found herself inching closer.
“What?”
“Dirty talk.”
Her pulse hammered. Oh boy! He had her attention. Because dirty talk turned her on, too.
“I’ll start.”
She nodded, repeatedly. Damn, she should have at least tried to mask her enthusiasm.
“My cock is hard and throbbing, Laura. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
She gulped air as her nipples quivered in heavenly bliss. Her whole body trembled as her mind relished that provocative mental image.
“Your turn,” he said.
She kept her voice low, sultry. “Jay, I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”
He went still. Perfectly still. Her gaze dropped to his crotch, to see if her words had the desired effect. She shoots! She scores!
In one swift movement he stood and pulled her to her feet. He pushed against her until she could feel his whole body molding to hers. His gaze was deep and intense as his heat reached out to her. For a brief moment, she thought she detected some deeper emotion flash in his eyes. Surely it was just her imagination.
In a silent message, he pushed his hips harder against her. He was hard. Rock-hard. She swallowed. He was hard and primed and hot—for her. Her pulse leapt in her throat as warm sensations moved through her.
She should have been disappointed that the serum had failed, especially since her future hinged on the success of this experiment. But, holy hell, she wasn’t. She was elated.
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Dear God, he was huge. A thrill rushed through her. Oh yeah, she was right. Not all good things come in small packages.
His mouth curved enticingl
y. “Then you’ll have my cock deep inside you.” His voice was a hoarse whisper. The turbulent heat in his eyes licked over her flesh and her body reacted with urgent demands.
His fingers bit into her hips as he anchored her to him. She shivered under his promising touch.
He lowered his head. His mouth was there. Right there. Hovering only inches from hers. All she had to do was part her lips in invitation.
That decision was taken out of her hands when his fingers began a slow climb over her curves. He smoothed her bangs from her forehead, raked his hands through her hair, and urged her mouth closer. “No more games, Laura.” His voice was tangled with emotion. When she looked deep into his eyes, something special, intimate passed between them. “I need to taste you. Every inch of you.” He brushed his thumb over her lips. “I’m going to start here and work my way down your body.”
Overcome by his tender words and gentle hands, she liquefied under his touch.
He cupped her face and surfed his lips over her eyes, her nose, and her cheeks, before he crushed his mouth to hers and invaded with the hungry blade of his tongue. When she opened for him, he changed the angle and deepened the kiss with wild abandon.
She felt his whole body, every magnificent inch, tattooed against hers. Breasts against chest, cock against stomach, legs against legs. Laura’s hands began moving of their own accord, palming the hard planes of his body, reveling in the contrasting feel of a woman’s soft curves meshed against the tight rippling muscles of a man.
She writhed against him as his tongue pillaged her wanton mouth. Molten heat pulsed through her as her juices began flowing. They traded kisses for so long it left her entire body quivering.
He released her mouth and turned his attention to her breasts. His gaze skimmed her cleavage and he moaned his approval.
“You have a beautiful body, Laura.”
She gazed into his candid eyes and sensed the words were spoken with conviction. Jay liked her curvaceous body. Warmth rushed through her and settled deep in her soul.
He dragged her straps off her shoulders, exposing the milky swell of her breasts. An erotic whimper caught in her throat. His every movement was sensual, stimulating. Her chest hammered as her puckered nipples tightened painfully.
He pulled her teddy down to her waist and took a long moment to gaze at her nakedness before he breathed a kiss over her flesh. He inhaled her skin. “You smell so good.” Using tiny circular movements that drove her mad, he licked one plump bud. She threw her head back and moaned when his lips connected with her tight peaks. His wet tongue felt cool against her heated skin. God, she was drowning in pleasure. With single-minded determination, he closed his mouth over her pale mound and sucked, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.
His hands traced her contours as they began a slow descent. His rough fingers felt delicious against her naked flesh.
Her pulse was pounding, and her soft, dewy lips opened in anticipation. The nerve endings in her clitoris screamed for attention. She became dizzy, almost overwhelmed with desire. She shuddered her surrender and widened her stance in silent invitation.
Jay reached between her thighs and in one swift movement stripped the lace from her hips. Her dark curls were damp with passion. When he petted her drenched folds and felt her liquid arousal, a deep, primal growl sounded in his throat.
He brought his mouth close to hers. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” There was a hungry gleam in his eyes.
He caressed her soft petals and opened her delicate pink lips. “Tell me, Laura. Did you enjoy stroking yourself as much as I enjoyed watching you?”
She drew a ragged breath and gathered the courage to answer. “Yes,” she admitted.
His lips brushed along her cheek. “Do you do that when you’re alone, sweetheart? Do you touch yourself?”
When she hesitated, he continued. “It’s okay to admit it. I do it, too.”
“Yes,” she whispered, “I like to touch myself.”
“Do you make yourself come?” The soft cadence of his tone rolled over her.
Like a bow pulled taut, she arched into him. “Yes.” Her skin grew damp, her breathing grew shallow. She’d never been so excited before.
Her honest response seemed to please him. He rewarded her by easing one long finger into her heated core. “Tonight, making you come will be my privilege,” he assured her, his voice full of tortured promise as his thickness pushed open the tight walls of her warm channel.
Fire licked over her thighs as his promising words nearly made her erupt on the spot.
His thumb climbed higher to stroke her fleshy clitoris. She drew a quick breath as his artful fingers worked magic.
“Tell me what you think about when you lie in bed at night and run your fingers over your body. Do you imagine it’s someone else’s hands caressing you?” Arousal edged his husky voice and curled around her.
She felt herself flush darker. “Yes.”
“Tell me who you think of, Laura,” he coaxed, his heat reaching out to her.
When she didn’t answer, he withdrew his finger and purposely nudged her clitoris.
She whimpered and wiggled, trying to force him back inside, where she needed him most.
The tip of his finger breached her slick opening. “Tell me,” he prodded, teasing his finger in an inch. “Tell me who you think of and I’ll give you what you want.”
There was something about the way he looked at her. It was as though he could see into the depths of her soul and read her every thought, her every emotion.
She gazed deep into his smoldering blue eyes and knew there was no sense in hiding the truth. “You, Jay. It’s you I think of,” she whispered. With that admission he growled and pushed his finger back inside.
The stab of pleasure between her legs made her breath catch. “Yes!” Her eyes slipped shut and she moaned. His finger felt so good inside her.
He found her mouth again and kissed her long and deep as his fingers kept up their gentle assault. A steady quiver erupted in her sex muscles as wave after wave began building deep inside her.
The barrage of pleasure weakened her knees. She coiled her arms around his neck and held on for fear of collapsing.
He backed her up until her legs touched the sofa. She immediately knew his intentions. She lowered herself onto the plush cushions and widened her legs, granting him entrance, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she craved.
He dropped to his knees and insinuated himself between her open thighs, his broad shoulders widening her legs. She watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled her aroused feminine scent as it saturated the room.
“Baby, you’re incredible.”
She raked her fingers through his hair and guided his mouth to where she needed it. “Please…” she begged, her heavy lids fluttering.
His tongue, teasing and tormenting, began a slow climb up her thighs. The heat of his mouth branded her quivering flesh as he approached the valley between her loins. She bucked her hips when she felt his warm breath on her nether lips. She’d never felt anything so delicious.
“Tell me you want me, sweetheart,” his muffled voice came from deep between her legs.
She sucked in air as her body exploded with fiery need. “I want you, Jay,” she cried out shamelessly, and fisted her hands in his long dark locks. “I’ve always wanted you.”
She shivered with delight at the first delicious touch of his tongue. His fingers sifted through her damp curls until they contacted her sensitive cleft. With light caresses he circled her puckered nub, coaxing it to come out to play as he feasted on her. As he rained kisses over her most private parts, she began moving, pressing against him, seeking what her body craved. God, she loved what he was doing to her. Surely she’d died and gone to heaven.
“Is it good for you, Laura? Do you like this?” he whispered. His warm breath rustled her damp hairs and tickled her flesh.
It thrilled her that he was concerned about her pleasure. “Oh yes, Jay. It’s good. It�
��s never been so good,” she admitted. “Please don’t stop.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside her, opening her wider, filling her to the hilt. The width of his fingers made her feel so deliciously full. The pleasure was almost too intense, almost too much for her to bear. He pumped into her. Hard. Fast. Changing the rhythm and tempo, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
In no time at all, a wave of heat engulfed her. As the earth began to move beneath her, she completely came apart in his arms. She pitched against him. “Yes, that’s it,” she cried out, her voice choppy, rough. A sudden, powerful quake began at her core and rippled onward and outward.
Jay pressed himself against her and absorbed her tremor as she tumbled into an orgasm. Her liquid silk poured into his ravishing mouth. Stars danced before her eyes as she rode out every delicious fragment of pleasure.
He leaned back on his heels and looked deep into her eyes. When she met his gorgeous bedroom blues, a bone-deep warmth flowed through her.
He slid up her body, sank into her warm, wet mouth, and swallowed her contented sigh. She could feel his erection pressing insistently against her thigh.
She kissed him, tasting her creamy essence on his tongue. He kissed her back. It was a slow, lazy kiss that stirred her soul, tugged at her emotions, and reminded her that despite her claim not to fall for him if he kissed her, touched her, or made sweet love to her, she had done just that.
He shifted, as though attempting to keep his heavy body weight off her. That small, thoughtful gesture filled her with warmth.
“Stand up,” she commanded, her throat tight with emotions.
His eyes narrowed. A frown marred his features. “Is something wrong?”
“Of course there’s something wrong,” she said, deadpan. He was entirely overdressed.
He gazed at her, his concern obvious in his gorgeous blue eyes. “Baby, did I hurt you?”
“No. Now stand up.” She splayed her hands against his chest and pushed.
He did as she requested.
She took a moment to peruse the long length of him. “We have a problem.”
“A problem?” Jay raked his damp hair from his forehead. God, he looked so adorable standing there, his eyes filled with tenderness, concern.
