Pleasure Control

by Cathryn Fox

  Dressed in nothing but her very revealing white silky bra and matching lace panties, she was bent over the sink so enthralled in scribbling in a notepad, she hadn’t even heard his approach. Her long chestnut hair fanned forward, curtaining her face, cloaking him from her line of vision.

  As he stood in mute fascination, his breath rushed from his lungs. His mind raced, searching for the perfect words to describe the sensuous image before him.

  He remained motionless as heated blood flowed thick and heavy through his veins. He took a long moment to gaze at her near-nakedness. Her angelic beauty floored him. His body reacted with urgent demands. God, he was so aware of her, her every breath, her every movement, her every sexy curve. Pressure brewed deep in his groin. His dry throat cracked.

  Sun rays streamed through the window and spilled over her soft angles as he registered every delicious detail. With her back arched and one knee bent forward, she had her ass tipped up in the air, affording him a view of her voluptuous contours.

  Sweet Mother of God!

  As his dick rose to the occasion, he acknowledged just how much he loved all her soft, cushiony, womanly curves.

  Everything about her stance beckoned him and bombarded his body with a primal hunger unlike anything he’d ever before experienced.

  His muscles bunched.

  His cock tightened.

  His balls constricted.

  The sudden need to feel her bare flesh beneath his fingers, to cup her perfect supple breasts in his hands, and to lick her plump nipples until she cried out in heavenly bliss made him fairly mad with longing. His mouth salivated as he recalled the silky taste of her jeweled nubs and the way they tightened under his ravishing tongue.

  Every instinct urged him to take her. To bend her over and fuck her. Right there against the bathroom counter. All night long. Lust exploded through him and dragged him under like a tsunami.

  He hungered to answer the demands of his body, the needy pull in his groin. He ached to come up behind her, tug aside that scrap of lace covering her sweet pussy, and plunge his throbbing cock deep inside her tight sheath and ride her until her screams of pleasure drowned out his.

  Everything in him screamed possession.

  God, he wanted her. Today. Tomorrow. Next week.

  Forever.

  Oh fuck.

  He began trembling from head to toe.

  Jay cleared his throat, rattled by the foreign emotions she brought out in him. The sound gained her full attention.

  She flicked him a glance but didn’t bother to straighten. Dark lashes opened wide over bewitching green eyes as she acknowledged his presence.

  Oh yeah, the words finally came to him. Awe-inspiring.

  “Jay?”

  He swallowed and softened his voice. “Yeah?”

  Her eyes were alive with excitement. “I think I’ve figured it out.”

  With shaky legs, he took a measured step closer. “Figured what out?”

  “The formula. I figured out what was missing.”

  Her soft whisper covered him like a blanket of desire, making it difficult to maintain a coherent thought. He blinked his mind into focus.

  “Are you serious?”

  She nodded enthusiastically.

  Excited by the prospect, he said, “Show me.” He came up behind her, placed her hot dog and lemonade on the counter, and glanced over her shoulder.

  She threaded her fingers through her hair, grabbed her pen, and dragged it over the notebook. “When we heat compound ALD, the subcellular structure mutates. Since we need ALD to combine with the hormones for stabilization, I propose we add two cc’s of synthetic PCS to the serum to help ALD maintain its structure. My hypothesis is that the molecular interaction will produce the results we’re seeking.”

  She went still, giving him a quiet moment to absorb the information and study her theory. A slow smile curled his lips. He shook his head and marveled at her brilliance. It never failed to astonish him.

  Or arouse him.

  His lips twitched in total amazement. “Laura, you’re brilliant.”

  He watched her in the vanity mirror. She dipped her head sheepishly, as though she regarded her intelligence as a personal flaw. Wisps of hair spilled down her face. He felt her shiver as he curled it around his finger and tucked it behind her ear.

  Did she not understand how sexy her brilliance was?

  He paused to give it further consideration. Perhaps it was time to show her.

  “How did you figure this out?” he asked, studying her diagram.

  She shifted, her sweet curvy ass bumping his groin. Fuck, he nearly dropped to his knees and dragged her down with him as her touch made him burn from the inside out.

  Her eyes met his in the mirror. “I was standing here getting changed…” She squared her shoulders, and her thoughts appeared to careen off track as she suddenly became aware of her nudity. A pink hue traveled up her neck and tinged her cheeks.

  Deliberately, he leaned over her, creating an instant intimacy. His bare chest molded against the smooth skin of her back. Her warm, familiar scent curled around him and filled him with longing.

  He took the pen from her hand, purposely brushing his fingers over hers as he pulled it away. Circling his thumb around the button at the end of the barrel, he began to click, slowly, methodically compressing the internal spring, causing the ballpoint to pop in and out…in and out…mimicking the actions of what he’d like to do to her.

  Her breath grew shallow. She moistened her lips. Her body trembled beneath his embrace. Jay sensed her mounting desire as she carefully watched him toy with her ballpoint.

  Adjusting his footing, he braced his arms on the counter, caging her between his chest and the sink. Bringing his mouth close to her sensuous neck, he inhaled. He moaned against her throat, and let her rich, sensual scent stimulate his libido.

  “And?” he prodded.

  Her trapped body slackened against his; her voice wavered. “And…” she continued. “I was staring out the window watching the volleyball game in the pool.” She paused, swallowed hard, and then continued. “The water splashed up and hit the barbecue. When it sizzled and dissipated, my mind began racing.”

  He moaned low in his throat. “God, I love how your mind works.”

  She tilted her head back. Her expressive eyes were dark and full of urgent need. The furtive brush of her curls against his cheek sent shivers skittering through him.

  She gave a breathy, intimate laugh. Her dark lashes fluttered. “Really?”

  “Really,” he assured her. God, she was so incredible. An onslaught of emotions made his throat tighten. “Your brilliance amazes me.”

  Her gaze shifted back to her papers. “I see.”

  No, she didn’t see. She really had no idea what her beautiful mind did to him. “It doesn’t just amaze me, Laura.”

  “No?” Her smile was as shaky as her voice.

  He pushed against her in a silent message, his thickening cock pressing into the small of her back.

  Her breath hitched as sexual awareness arced between them. Brow puckered, Laura glanced at the open bathroom door. Jay read the unease in her body language.

  In a bid to ease her discomfort, Jay inched away, shut the door, and set the lock. With slow, predatory movements he stalked back to her. Laura sucked in a tight breath as he resumed his position and pressed his cock into the small of her back once again. He circled his hands around her waist, cushioning her in his arms.

  “Now no one can see us, sweetheart,” he murmured into her hair. “I can do all kinds of wonderful things to your gorgeous body and no one downstairs will know.” Everything about her felt so intimate, so right.

  When he saw the sparkle in her eyes, he had the answer he needed. Her desires matched his. His hands skimmed her curves and climbed higher to touch her breasts, stroking the undersides through her lacy bra, hoping to make her as crazy and wild as she made him. His thumb jutted out and brushed ever so lightly over her engorged ni
pples. He acknowledged the way her body practically hummed.

  Her fingers curled around the counter. Her cheeks took on a ruddy hue. Gone was the hesitation; in its place existed unbridled lust.

  “Someone could come.” Her voice lacked conviction.

  He grinned. “Oh, someone is definitely going to come,” he assured her. He felt her shiver at the promise in his words.

  A thrill rushed through him as he watched her heated reactions in the mirror. He could feel her heart beat in a crazy cadence. He loved how she responded to him.

  Fire and passion flared in her eyes. A sexy whimper sounded low in her throat. Dark hair swung back as her head lolled to the side. Jesus, he wanted her like he’d never wanted another woman before.

  In a bold move, she arched her back, forcing his arousal to press harder against her ass. Once again, she met his gaze in the mirror and thinned her lips provocatively. When she looked at him with such need and desire, she made his insides quiver.

  A medley of voices floated in through the open window and reached their ears.

  He lowered his tone and pressed his lips close to her ear. “Don’t you find it a little exciting doing it here, in the director’s bathroom, with everyone outside?”

  The rise and fall of her breasts drew his attention and answered his question. Raw desire seared his blood as his pulse beat in a wild rush.

  Her laugh was edgy and churned with passion. “It’s very naughty, Jay.”

  Her hypnotic voice tugged at his emotions and gained his concentration. His heart raced. He felt dizzy. Lord, he’d never dealt with these kinds of feelings before. They really threw him off balance.

  The sound of her deep, sexy bedroom moan brought his attention back to her.

  The room grew thick with the scent of her arousal. As he inhaled her tang, his shaft ached to plunder her, his hands ached to ravish her, his mouth ached to part her twin lips and taste her sweet feminine juices.

  “Very naughty, indeed.” He tucked her hair behind her ears and trailed his fingers over her silky neck.

  “Tell me, Laura,” he whispered into her hair. “You wouldn’t happen to have a condom in that bag of yours, would you?”

  “Afraid not,” she murmured, her voice full of sexual frustration.

  “That’s okay, sweetheart, there are plenty of other things we can do.”

  The ice cubes in her lemonade clinked together and filled him with wild and wicked ideas. Oh yeah, there were plenty of other, naughty things they could do, all right.

  None too gently, he grabbed her hips and spun her around to face him. His desire was reflected in her eyes. He slanted his head until his mouth was only a hairbreadth away from her. Her chestnut locks fell from their moorings and tumbled in silky waves over her slender shoulders. Their aroused scents mingled and saturated the small room.

  Dragging his fingers through her hair, he angled her head and fixed his gaze on her perfect crimson lips. A fever rose in him while a thin sheen of perspiration glistened on his skin.

  It took effort to speak. “How’s your elbow?”

  She blinked, her expression perplexed, her face flushed. “My what?” she asked, apparently confused at the sudden change in subject.

  Jay chuckled softly. His chest puffed out. It astonished him that he had the ability to rattle such a brilliant mind.

  “Your elbow? Is it still sore?”

  “A little.” She breathed the words into his mouth. His cock reacted in heated anticipation to the raw ache of lust in her voice.

  He offered her a tender smile as his heart twisted. “I feel responsible for your injury.” His voice sounded much deeper, even to himself.

  Her pretty tongue swiped her lower lip, moistening it. She gave him a genuine smile that seeped into his soul and filled him with longing. God, she took his breath away.

  Her mouth twisted. “Well, you should. You are the one who bowled me over.” Her melodic voice was colored with need and rolled over him.

  Jay chuckled and brushed his knuckles over her warm cheeks. “Then maybe I should be the one to kiss it better.” He traced her lips with the pad of his thumb.

  She parted her plump lips, but he didn’t wait for an invitation. Instead, he swallowed her responses with his mouth. A low growl sounded in his throat as his lips crashed down on hers. Hard. Possessively.

  She opened for him and drew his tongue into her mouth, urging him on. Small hands reached out to touch his naked upper body. Tentatively at first, then bolder when he moaned his approval. She slid her fingers over his shoulders, down his sides, and then slipped her hand between their bodies so she could cradle his throbbing erection.

  Holy fuck!

  His blood raced. His heart hammered. His cock grew another inch.

  Lost in the erotic sensations, Jay trailed kisses over her jaw, her neck, and lower. Jesus, her heat scorched him. He touched her all over, yet couldn’t seem to get enough of her. He didn’t just want to taste her gorgeous body. He needed to taste her.

  Using small, determined movements, she stroked his stiff cock through his swim trunks, making it difficult to maintain a rational thought.

  His knees buckled and he forced them to straighten.

  “Oh God, Jay. The serum. Last night. Lingering effects.” Her voice sounded broken, fractured.

  She was speaking, saying something to him, but between the mad pounding of his heart, the drumming in his ears, and her choppy words, he couldn’t comprehend anything.

  In his haze of lust it took all his effort not to tear her sexy panties off and have his wicked way with her. Before he gave in to such indulgence, he needed to slow down, to do this right.

  For her.

  Jay shook the buzz from his head, took deep gulping breaths, and worked to maintain what little control he had left before it was completely obliterated.

  He sank to his knees, skimmed his fingers over her sleek bare legs, and then wrapped his hands around her waist, holding her tight against him as he breathed in her scent.

  He glanced up at her and drew a fueling breath. “Does it hurt anywhere else, Laura?”

  Sagging against him, she gave a quick nod and skated her hands over his flesh, brushing his hair from his face. Moisture pebbled their skin, melding their bodies as one.

  He became unhinged as her eyes moved over his body and caressed him with sultry heat. A fine tremor rippled down his spine.

  He closed his eyes against the flood of emotions.

  “Show me, and I’ll kiss it better.” His voice dropped an octave.

  Green eyes darkened and burned with lust. Her breath came in a ragged burst. “I ache here.” Her sweet scented breath fanned his face as she exhaled. Hands shaking, she cupped her full breasts in offering. Her fingers surfed over her puckered buds as though attempting to relieve the ache.

  Sweet Jesus! Pleasure engulfed him. Jay shackled her hands and anchored them to her sides as his mouth found her hard, distended nipple. He kissed her and brushed his tongue over one engorged pebble through the silky fabric. Using his teeth he nipped her material and tucked it under her breast, freeing her mounds from their constrictive confines.

  “So beautiful.” He blew a warm breath over her quivering flesh.

  “Oh, Jay,” she whispered, arching into his mouth. The fire in her eyes licked him from head to toe.

  He growled and began lapping at her with hungry strokes, greedily pulling her taut nipple between his teeth, sucking, nibbling, and relishing the taste until her moans of pleasure merged with his. Turning his attention to her other breast, he treated it to the same tongue bath. God, he loved how they swelled in his mouth.

  As though in a bid to ease another deep ache inside her, she rubbed her sex against him. The movement was slight, but it hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  He glanced up at her and raised a brow. “Does it hurt somewhere else, Laura?”

  Her chest rose and fell in an erratic pattern, her breath sounding labored. She blinked. “Yes,” she admitted.


  Jay inched back and rested his hands on her hips. “Touch yourself, Laura. Touch yourself and show me exactly where it hurts,” he commanded in a gentle voice.

  Without pause, Laura trailed her hands over her body until she reached the apex of her legs. “Here, Jay. It hurts here.” He heard the impatience, the need in her voice.

  It thrilled him, the way she played along. Warmth settled low in his gut as everything in him reached out to her. She did strange things to his insides. Foreign emotions pressed against his heart, causing it to tighten.

  He took a fortifying breath and worked to keep his voice level. “Would you like me to kiss it better?”

  He watched her throat as she swallowed. Her legs widened involuntarily. “Oh yes…” came her breathy reply. “I would definitely like for you to kiss it better.” Her dark lashes fluttered shut.

  Seeing her this excited made his body pulse and throb in sweet agony. His muscles clenched with the tension of an orgasm.

  He curled his fingers around the lacy scrap of material and tugged it aside, exposing her sweet sex. Leaning in, he inhaled her aroused scent. His nostrils flared. The intensity of his desire for her was most frightening.

  He pulled open her dewy lips for a closer examination. “Oh yes, Laura. I can see that you ache here.” With a feathery light caress, his thumb circled her clit. It was hard, inflamed. “You’re very swollen.”

  Laura trembled and quivered under his touch. “Please make the ache go away,” she begged.

  “Oh, I plan to, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss over her drenched mound and parted her folds with his tongue. Her juices began to flow. The first delicious taste pushed him to the edge.

  “Is this helping?” he asked as he made a slow pass with his tongue, hoping to make her delirious with pleasure.

  She spread her legs wider, granting him deeper access. “Not yet, you better keep trying…” When he kissed her again, her voice fell off as a moan worked its way up her throat.

  He deepened the kiss and then slipped one finger inside her tight fissure. A heated moan tore from her throat. When he felt her slick heat, pleasure forked through him and tilted his world off its axis.