Aching for the site of him undressed, I shut my eyes reluctantly. I heard him moving around, heard the crisp fabric of his shirt as he stripped it away and the rustle of his dress slacks as he stepped from them. He returned to the bed, pulled my right leg toward the right edge of the mattress. Climbing onto the mattress, he pushed my other leg to the opposite edge.
His hands slipped beneath my bottom and pulled me about a foot down the mattress. My pumps still on, he lifted my legs again, hooking the heels on the top edge of the footboard.
Eyes shut, legs spread, my pelvis tilted up, I felt completely exposed but not the least bit vulnerable.
Sam decided to tease me to the point of near madness. His fingertips traced the inside of my legs from my ankles up to the split of my thighs and back down again. Then he stroked the line of my pussy before kneading its plump lips.
“Baby, you’re all wet.” He tugged at the lips, stretched them to let his thumbs massage the edges of my tight hole. “Bright pink and swollen.”
“You know at the center, your legs spread, I could see you were untouched.” He swirled the tip of his finger in my juices. I felt the whisper of the finger’s pad inside me. “What drove you to make an appointment with Slow Hand Sam?”
My lips pulled back in a grimace. I felt guilty for even having heard him called that, worse yet for contributing to the rumors he had to live with at work. I grimaced, too, because I felt like a freak. What twenty-six year old woman couldn’t orgasm on her own?
“I had never reached climax,” I confessed. “I tried, on my own…you know? But nothing.”
“I’ll help you learn to enjoy your own body, Amber.” He sealed the promise with a kiss against the inside of my left knee. “But first I want to make you come for me. And I want to come with you -- in you.”
“I want that, too.” I moaned in agreement. An unrelenting tension already possessed me, one that only Sam could erase. My bottom shifted against the mattress, sliding a little left, then to the right. “Can I open my eyes?”
“Not yet, baby.” His hair brushed my thigh as he lowered his mouth and covered my sex. He sucked at my clit, tugging and slurping at it like he hadn’t had a bite to eat in a week.
At the first lift of my hips, he broke contact, shushing and soothing me with his voice until I lowered my bottom back to the mattress. His big body must have been curled in a tight ball, as close as he was to the footboard, but he brought his mouth even with my throbbing circle of need. His tongue traced its edges and then I felt it flick inside me soft as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings as he tested my sensitivity.
Shuddering with need, I wrapped my hand around my opposite wrist to keep from reaching down and touching him. I was impatient, wanting to see him, wanting to come again, wanting to come with him.
Sam stopped and blew cold air against my hole. “Soon enough, baby. It's only your first time once and I want you drowning in pleasure when I enter you.”
He lipped the spine of my clit, gnawed lightly at its tip before sucking it into his mouth. With the pads of his thumbs, he smeared my juices down to that other hole, teasing its opening as his mouth worked the length of my clit.
The tension in my thighs set my lower body to vibrating as I urgently whispered his name. I could feel the swollen flesh of my labia pull up as the muscles deep inside me started to contract. “Sam…oh…”
He eased back, letting my bottom grind against the mattress as his palms caressed my thighs. Only when I quieted again, the threat of my release retreating, did he return to teasing my pussy. More little licks inside me, his tongue sweeping top to bottom. One hand rubbed along the spine of my sex, the pressure of his touch firm and full of promise.
He had me panting, my breasts rising and falling quickly as I fought to get enough air. Reaching up, he found the top edge of my bustier and tugged it down, freeing my breasts so he could pinch and pull at the nipples. Every inch of my body ached with the need to come.
Just when I thought the torture would go on forever, his mouth closed over my clit once more. His suckling alternated between fierce and gentle until it eased to a slow grind that had my hips dancing in circles. My stomach clenched and then every muscle I had squeezed tight. I bucked against him, my mound jerking violent as my climax whipped through my body. I cried out as another wave of released roared through me. My skin felt electric, almost painful but completely alive.
“Now, Sam.” I begged, my voice soft but demanding. “Take me, now. I want you in me. I want to touch you.”
He rose up, ordering me to open my eyes.
Greedy for the sight of him, I obeyed immediately.
Just as quickly, I realized he was right to have me keep my eyes shut. Undressed, he was too glorious to look at and not feel self-conscious -- at least when my mind wasn’t clouded with an overdose of pleasure like it was right then. He was also frighteningly large down there, his manhood a darker hued rod almost as big around as my wrist.
Patting along the mattress, he found a small square wrapper and tore it open. He removed a limp disc from it and rolled it down his shaft, the condom only long enough to cover about two-thirds of his length.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?”
The question of whether any woman was ever ready for something so large inside her flitted through my head but I quickly brushed it aside. I might not have been ready, but I was more than ready to try. I nodded, my hands reaching forward, eager to touch his body.
Supporting his weight on one arm, Sam leaned over me. He unhooked the bustier and tossed it to the side. Then his free hand snaked between our bodies, his fingers stroking my sex until he brought me back to a fevered pitch. Pushing on his cock, he wedged the head against my opening.
Arching his back, he gazed down between us, watching as he slowly pushed against the tight circle of muscles. Nervous, I pushed back.
He chuckled. “That’s not going to work, baby. Try to relax.”
Settling onto his knees, he unhooked my heels from the footboard and slid them off my feet. His palms against the back of my thighs, he pushed my legs up and wider apart. He lifted his ass a little higher, tilting his pelvis so that the fat head of his shaft pointed slightly down.
I felt the muscles stretching, my clit still jerking from my climax. He eased back then pushed again, stretching me a little more. I bit down on a moan, afraid Sam would think he was hurting me.
He looked at my face, his emerald gaze on fire. “Baby, you’re so tight.”
Unable to hold it back, I released the moan. The sound undid him, he gave another push, harder than the first, and penetrated me completely. A short cry of surprise escaped me, but I quickly begged him not to stop.
Letting go of my legs, he draped his torso over mine. Propped on one elbow, he stroked my cheek, his sharp gaze studying my face for any sign of distress. Only once he was certain I was okay did he start moving inside me again. I could feel the head of his shaft, so big and unyielding, push even deeper. He took a backward stroke followed by a full forward thrust, the heavy head battering the soft tissues that held it. A lift of his ass had the head retreating, dragging heavily inside me. It hit a sweet spot and I gave a little whimper.
“Right there, baby?”
I nodded, too stunned with pleasure to speak. Sam started to rock his hips left to right, hitting the spot over and over. With a little grunt, I pulled my knees closer to my torso, the sides of my calves pressing against his hips, the back of my heels resting on his muscled ass.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his mouth to mine, uncharacteristically assertive. I needed to kiss him, needed his tongue to penetrate my mouth with the same raw precision of his cock moving inside me.
Sam took control of the kiss, nibbling around the edges of my mouth, breaking the pattern with little curling licks along the inside of my upper lip. I squeezed at him, the walls of my pussy swelling around his thick cock, ripples of my need rolling along his shaft.
“Amber.” My name
roughly slid past his lips and then his mouth fastened on my throat. A few bruising kisses later, he forced his hand between the mattress and my bottom, molding my body against his as he started to take deeper thrusts. “So close, baby.”
I was right there with him, moaning, thrusting, my plump mound and soft belly mashing against his hard angles, my pussy taking his width and length and knotting with the fierce strength of my onrushing climax. Sam pulled back, too big to pop free of my narrow opening, and then he thrust all the way in, his balls slapping against my bottom. Pulling, thrusting, the head feeling like it hit bone each time he sank all the way in.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel that tight pussy sucking at my dick as I unload inside you.”
His dirty words drove me over the edge, my hips seizing for a heartbeat before jerking in release. Still he pounded into me, my tissues swelling to hold him even tighter. I groaned, the apex of my climax nowhere in sight. I trembled in his arms, all control over my body fleeing. I knew then I was his, couldn’t imagine the day I might belong to another.
Above me, Sam froze, his body rigid but for the hard twitch of his cock as he came. My muscles kept twisting, knotting, sucking like he said they would until a hot sizzle of electricity sparked through me and I collapsed onto the mattress.
Sam took a few lazy strokes inside me, wringing another whimper from my lips, and then he rolled onto his side and dragged me with him until we were chest-to-chest.
His hand landed on my bottom and gave it a rough squeeze. “You know what this means, love?”
Love? He called me love! I tried to hide my elation with a casual murmur of “what?”
“I’m going to have to talk to your daddy.”
“My father?” I swallowed nervously. How would Sam react when he realized Brandon Rice was my dad?
“I know it’s ass backwards, all things considered,” he answered, his fingers stroking absently at my bottom. “But I can’t properly court you until he and I have talked it out.”
Court me? I buried my face against his shoulder to hide my grin. “What if he says no?”
“Oh, hell.” He chuckled and gave my bottom a light smack. “Tradition only goes so far, baby girl. I’ll court you even if he says I can’t. You mind?”
Snuggling closer to him, I shook my head. “No, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.”
Curve Patrol
I exited the bathroom still wet from a long soak in the tub. With my terry robe wrapped tightly around me, I stalked toward the kitchen on the hunt for a giant mug of hot chocolate. A triple latte espresso would have been better, but it was nine at night and I'd had a long week working on a deadline cover illustration. I just wanted to put the finishing touches on the piece and call it a day.
Pretty pathetic for a twenty-six year old on a Saturday, but I am what I am.
My plan was obliterated the second I stepped into the living room. The red and blue flash of police lights bounced against my closed curtains as a heavy, authoritative knock landed on the front door. I hurried over, pressed my eye to the peephole and saw Noah Lodge, my brother's best friend and a city cop.
Noah at my front door was nothing new. He lived three houses down on the opposite side of the street. With my brother Mike in Afghanistan, Noah was in charge of keeping an over-protective eye on me. That didn't explain why he was on the other side of my door so late in the evening, in his city police uniform with his lights flashing in the drive.
He didn't patrol this neighborhood -- the city didn't allow it. I ripped the door open, my head suddenly filled with the idea that Mike had listed Noah as his emergency contact so someone he trusted could gently break any bad news to me.
"What's wrong?" Tears were already filling my eyes. I didn't know what I'd do if I lost Mike. He was the only real family I had left.
Noah's hands came up, landed on my shoulders and gave a soft squeeze. "Nothing to panic about."
I didn't believe him. There was a slight tremor running through his voice and he gave my shoulders another squeeze that was harder than the first. "Is it Mike?"
"God, no, baby girl." He shook his head and rubbed at my arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you--"
"No one's hurt?" Now that I knew Mike was okay, I was even more confused. Something looked very wrong with Noah. His pupils were larger than normal and his skin was flushed, like he was in fight mode or something.
He frowned. "No one's hurt -- yet."
"Then why the hell are you standing at my front door with your lights flashing in my drive?" I tightened the robe around me, suddenly envisioning every last one of my neighbors peeking from behind their curtains. Most of them I didn't know -- wouldn't even recognize them in the local grocery store. Only a few people -- like Noah -- had grown up on the block.
His cheeks, already flushed, grew a little pinker. "Sorry, baby, give me a second."
Noah trotted back to his patrol car. He leaned across the front seat to turn the lights off, giving me a clear shot of his magnificent ass in the process. I quickly looked away before I had my own reason for blushing. It didn't matter that I've known Noah since before I could walk, or that I'd seen him go through dozens upon dozens of girls in his twenty-eight years, he still made all my parts tingle whenever I was around him.
Cinching the robe tighter, I retreated further into my living room as he walked back to the house.
Noah stepped inside and shut the door. "The Donovans reported seeing someone peeking in one of your windows."
He pointed toward the east side of the house. The kitchen and my bedroom were on that side. The neighbors were relatively new, having moved in three, maybe four, months ago. I hadn't talked to them yet, didn't even know their names -- first or last -- but I nodded like I did. "The new couple next door."
"If by new you mean eight months." He laughed and gave me an eye roll, my heart fluttering right along with the thick brown lashes that fringed his green-gray irises. "You need to get out of the house more, baby."
In danger of getting lost in the perfection of his face, I blinked and turned away. I forcibly reminded myself that Noah was not only my brother's best friend, but also a man who went through women like a drunk goes through a six pack of beer on a Friday night.
Fast and frequently two at a time.
Before I could reach the kitchen, I stopped and looked back. "That still doesn't explain why you're here. This isn't your patrol area."
Another blush heated his cheeks, but he answered with a casual lift of his shoulders. "Don't worry, Pattycake, I cleared it with the patrol supervisor first."
I stopped short of growling at him and pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open. Baby, baby girl, Pattycake. I was going to take his nightstick and beat him upside the head if he didn't stop using those names. He might be two years older than me, but that didn't make me less than an adult. And diminutive names like baby don't suit me. I have at least twenty pounds on him, even if not an ounce of it is the hard muscled heaven he walks around in.
He caught the door on its back swing and followed me in. Stepping over to the sink, he hip bumped me out of the way so he could check the lock on the window. "Make me a coffee, baby."
"I'm going to take that stick of yours--"
Laughing, he bumped me again. "Please, Miss Harper, would you be so kind as to make me a cup of coffee while I check the rest of your windows?"
I pressed my lips together and stomped over to the espresso maker. I might as well make him one, and then make one for me. There was no way in hell I would fall asleep any time soon, not with Noah having twice rubbed against me. My nipples had hardened to steel pebbles, aching as they brushed against the inside of the robe. My labia slid together with every shift of my hips and thigh flex, the sensation like thick fingers stroking the swollen flesh of my clit.
I would have to pull one of my toys out as soon as he was gone and take care of myself or I wouldn't get a single brush stroke finished on the cover tonight.
Noah stepped behind me
, put a hand on my shoulder and planted a brotherly kiss on my cheek. "Don't pout, Pattycake. It curdles the milk."
Growling, I reached for a dish towel to swat him with but he was gone, his chuckle echoing in my ears as the door swung shut behind him.
Damn it, Noah! Damn it, damn it, damn it.
I blew a frustrated puff of hot air just as the espresso machine started to steam and chug. I didn't need Noah in the house watching over me, not when I couldn't control my feelings for him. To him, I was his pseudo-baby sister and childhood friend. I, on the other hand, wanted to handcuff him to my bed and ride him until the sun came up.
Every damn night.
Yeah, I had it bad.
Finished making the espresso, I put the milk up, dried my hands and headed into the living room with the mugs. Noah wasn't there, so I headed down the hall, my heart freezing in my chest at the site of my studio door half open.
The room had changed since he'd last been inside. I'd hung a six-by-six mirror so I could sketch myself -- nude as often as not.
My heart resumed, its pace accelerating to push blood out to the capillaries. A hot flush spread across my skin as I tried to remember whether I'd put my sketchbook up, or at least closed it. There was no chance Noah would ever see me naked in the flesh -- not with the willow thin girls he chased after -- and I didn't need yet another reason to feel awkward around him.
"I'm in here, baby girl."
I jumped, hot milk foam splashing against my arm. He'd been standing in my bedroom, less than a foot from me, and I hadn't realized it -- I'd been staring at the studio door so damn hard.
"Careful, baby, you'll burn yourself." He took the mug from me, his other hand circling my wrist.
Raising my arm, he dipped his head to the milk spotting my skin. Feeling his lips and the whisper of his tongue, I took a ragged breath in.
Shit, fuck, holy mother fucking fuck. Why did he have to pull crap like this? I wasn't a little girl, I didn't need my boo-boos kissed and, no matter how he acted otherwise, he wasn't my big brother.
Must Love Curves (Six Wicked Shorts) Page 8
