by S. M. Butler
“Your turn,” Shane said mockingly.
She snapped out of her ogle fest, her fingers trembling with impatience as she peeled her sweater over her head. That left her in a nude-colored bra, the material so thin that her puckered nipples were practically poking through.
Shane’s blue eyes smoldered as he admired her cleavage. She knew she was kind of chesty for her slender frame, and since she’d had too many lovers question her proportions, she offered a preemptive wink and said, “They’re real.”
“Hmmm. Yeah?” He slanted his head. “I think I’ll have to judge for myself. Can’t take anyone’s word these days, you know.”
He followed through with the wicked threat, approaching her with predatory strides. Her breath got stuck in her throat when he cupped her over her bra. His hands were big, warm, completely in control as they squeezed her aching breasts.
“Definitely real.” He nodded in approval, the corners of his mouth curving.
Another gentle squeeze, and a bolt of pleasure zipped right to her core, followed by a flurry of shivers that broke out on her skin when he teased her nipples through her bra.
“This is getting in my way,” he grumbled, then deftly unsnapped the bra’s front clasp. His expression damn near incinerated the room when her breasts were exposed. “Jesus. You’re fucking incredible.”
His thumbs swept over the swells of her breasts, stroking, teasing. His mouth didn’t join in, and his fingers didn’t touch her nipples again, and Jill moaned in frustration as those callused fingertips caressed her feverish flesh, avoiding all the areas that were aching for his touch. Her nipples were hard as icicles and tingling as wildly as her clit, but the infuriating man continued to avoid them, now exploring the undersides of her breasts.
“More,” she blurted out.
“Aww, you want me to suck on these pretty tits, sweetheart?”
The graphic words made her shudder. “Yes.”
“How bad do you want it?”
Oh, sweet mother of God. She hadn’t known what to expect from this man. He was so serious most of the time that she’d assumed he’d clam up in the bedroom, too. Maybe grunt a lot. But no, he was a talker. He was a wonderful, filthy talker. And she fucking loved it.
His fingertips tickled the sides of her breasts, and she fought another moan. “Bad enough that if you don’t give me what I want, I’ll kick you in the balls.”
“Hey, hey,” he chided. “Don’t go bringing my balls into this. Now ask me nicely.”
When he dragged a finger down the valley between her breasts, she lost the ability to think. “Ask you what?”
“To put my mouth on your breasts.”
Rough fingertips traced her areola, inducing another brain failure. “Ah…um…” She struggled to formulate words. “Shane…please…” She squeaked when he suddenly pinched both nipples. “Oh God, please. Put your mouth on my breasts.”
“Okay.” The acquiescence was swift, unexpected, and then he dipped his head and captured one nipple between his lips.
Jill’s knees buckled, and she grabbed the back of his head to steady herself, a motion that also achieved bringing his mouth closer. He sucked hard on the distended bud, and stars filled her field of vision. The moan she’d been holding slipped out, echoed by a husky one from Shane that vibrated in her breast and spiraled to her core.
With his hot mouth still latched on her nipple, he slid a hand down her belly to undo her jeans. A wave of urgency swelled inside her, and she hurriedly helped him, kicking her legs out of her jeans, shimmying out of her panties as he continued to tongue her nipple like he had all the time in the world. She, on the other hand, had turned into a ball of impatience. He still had his pants on, damn it. Why wasn’t he naked?
Her hands clawed at his belt, causing Shane to lift his head. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get my cock soon.” Then he unzipped his pants and yanked them down his hips.
Commando. Holy hell, he wasn’t wearing a thing under those pants. Somehow that didn’t surprise her. Neither did the thick erection that sprang up between them, long and thick and oozing with precome.
Jill didn’t waste a second. She wrapped her hand around that tantalizing shaft and gave an exploratory pump.
“Oh fuck.” Shane’s eyes rolled to the top of his head. “Fuck. Keep doing that. Stroke it just like that, sweetheart.”
She let go of him. “No.”
A strangled sound tore out of his mouth. “Why the hell not?”
“Because I’d rather suck it.” She slid to her knees in front of him and took him in her hand again as she peered up at him. “I’ve wanted to do this since the second I met you.”
Lust darkened his eyes, which went from dark blue to smoky cobalt. “You wanted to suck me off? Right there in Carson and Holly’s kitchen?”
“Yes. And I would have done it, too, if you hadn’t been so difficult.” She shot him an accusatory look, then opened her mouth and suckled the tip of his cock.
He jerked as if he’d been shot. “Fuck. Yes.”
There was nothing more satisfying than watching a big, strong man lose control. The sleek muscles of Shane’s thighs quivered beneath her palm, and she could feel his entire body straining as she skimmed her tongue along his impressive length. Once he was nice and slick, she used her hand again, pumping him slowly as she tightened the suction around his engorged head.
His low moans echoed all around them, and she suddenly registered that they were in the middle of his living room. The lights were off, but the curtains were open, which meant that anyone who happened to be walking down the street would get a naughty eyeful. Shards of moonlight trickled into the room, casting shadows over Shane’s rugged features, which were stretched tight with pleasure.
She liked seeing his face like this. Liked the feel of him in her mouth, the masculine flavor infusing her taste buds. When he tried to thrust deeper, she eased back and voiced a sheepish confession.
“I’m not a deep-throater.”
Shane gave a wheezy laugh.
“Seriously,” she told him. “My gag reflex is like a hair trigger. If you poke the back of my throat with that monster cock, I’ll throw up all over you.”
That got her more laughter, even more strangled now. “You sure know how to set the mood, baby.”
“Oh hush. We both know you love what I’m doing. Besides, if you want to fuck something deep, you’ll get your chance pretty damn soon.”
He groaned. “Keep saying stuff like that and I’ll come before we even reach that point.”
“What’s the matter, old man? Won’t be able to get it up again?” She smiled impishly, then lowered her head and refocused on the very enjoyable task of blowing his mind. She might not have the deep-throating abilities, but she had lips and a tongue and two very eager hands, and she used all of them to summon moan after moan from Shane.
The carpet beneath her knees was soft, the cock in her mouth hot and hard. She knew he was getting close, felt it in the restless rocking of his hips, the way he tangled one hand in her hair and urged her on.
“Suck harder,” he rasped. “Use your teeth if you want. I like it rough.”
A thrill shot up her spine. Of course he liked it rough. Everything about this man was rough and raw and unbelievably masculine. She grazed her teeth along the underside of his cock, and was rewarded with a hoarse curse laced with pleasure. She clutched him harder than she’d dared to do in the past, her hand and mouth creating a fast, hard rhythm that rapidly brought him to the edge.
“Gonna come,” he choked out. “Where do you want it, sweetheart?”
Her lips tightened around him, telling him exactly where she wanted it, and a moment later he went still, the tip of his cock resting on her tongue as the salty flavor of his climax exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, fondling his balls as he shuddered with release, a stream of curses hissing out of his throat. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced, and her heart pounded as she proceeded to lick him
clean, until finally he made a desperate sound and yanked his cock out of her mouth.
“Jesus,” he mumbled. “No more. You’re gonna kill me.”
“Pussy,” she teased.
Shane glared at her. “Did you really just call me a pussy?”
“Yup.”
“I see.” His expression glimmered with mischief. “Well. Speaking of pussies…”
In the blink of an eye, he was on the carpet beside her, and Jill found herself being flipped onto her back. She yelped in surprise, then moaned when he planted both hands on her thighs and eased her legs open.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he muttered, his blue eyes burning as he admired her pussy. “So goddamn beautiful.” He moved one finger down her slit and toyed with her opening. “So goddamn wet.”
He dipped into her moisture then brought his finger to his lips. He licked it clean, releasing a sound of sheer satisfaction. “And sweet. So fucking sweet.” He pushed the finger back inside, so deep she cried out in delight.
Shane’s lips parted sensually as he tracked the movement of his finger before looking up at her face. “I want to eat you up, baby. I want to feel you coming all over my face.”
She shivered in anticipation. God. She’d never wanted anyone this badly before. Her whole body ached for him, and her vocal cords had ceased to exist. All she could do was stare into his hypnotic blue eyes and spread her legs wider, offer herself to him like a sexual sacrifice.
He slid lower, his tongue finding her clit and giving it a long, slow lick that made her gasp. She wasn’t going to last long. She was too primed, the knot of excitement in her belly too close to detonating.
Shane seemed to sense it, because he lifted his head with a slight smile. “You’re going to come the second I suck on your clit, aren’t you?”
She managed to form one shaky word. “Probably.”
“Guess I’ll just have to improvise then.”
Evil. The man was pure evil. Jill whimpered in frustration as he licked her again—an inch away from her clit. And then an inch lower. And lower. For the next few minutes, his tongue explored her pussy, everywhere but where she wanted it most. He sucked on her pussy lips, gentle, sweet, then kissed his way down her slit, withdrew his finger, and speared into her with his tongue.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
He kept tormenting her, fucking her with his tongue and fingers, licking her inner thighs, kissing the delicate spot right beneath her clit. She squirmed on the carpet and thrust her hands in his hair, trying to forcibly guide him to that hot bundle of nerves that was swelling with need.
When he finally gave her what she wanted, she came so hard her vision became a sea of pulsing black dots. Pleasure incinerated her nerve endings and curled her toes, making her hips rock and her body convulse. She heard herself cry out his name, but she had no idea how long the orgasmic trance lasted. All she knew was that sometime later, she was being flipped over again, her hands and knees gripping the carpet as Shane came up behind her.
A warm male chest pressed against her back, warmer lips tickling her ear. “You look so sexy when you come,” he murmured.
And then he was inside her, plunging in from behind in one smooth thrust. She sagged forward but he caught her with one arm, his hand clasping around her breasts as he moved inside her, fast, hard, relentless. The position allowed for a delicious angle that had his cock hitting her sweet spot each time he filled her.
“You gonna come for me again?” His voice heated the side of her neck, rippling with urgency.
“Yes,” she burst out, because she could already feel the tension gathering inside her again. The telltale tingling of her clit only grew more insistent when Shane slid his hand between her legs and rubbed the little bud in soft, skillful circles.
Jill rose up on her knees and rocked her ass into him, losing herself in his touch, his deep thrusts, his lemony scent and ragged breathing. They came within seconds of each other, her back pressed to his slick chest as he cupped her pussy and ground his lower body into hers.
“Christ,” he said hoarsely, holding her tight to him as his chin fell onto her shoulder. “So fucking good.”
She wholeheartedly seconded that. Dirty doggy-style sex on the living-room floor? God, if she died right this second, she’d go to the grave a happy woman.
Shane withdrew from her core and left the room to dispose of the condom she hadn’t even seen him put on. But thank God he had, because she’d been too damn distracted by his sexual prowess to remember protection. Jeez, the man really had hypnotized her.
She’d never felt more sated as she collapsed on the carpet. Shane returned a moment later and joined her. They lay on their backs, thighs touching, his hand splayed over her belly as they recovered from the sexual hurricane that had swept through the room.
After several seconds of silence, he spoke up with a chuckle. “Want something to drink?”
Humor tickled her throat. “Now you offer it?”
Jill’s heart was still beating fast as she climbed on top of him and straddled his muscular body. Her hair fell like a curtain over his chest, and he fisted a hunk of it and brought her head down for a kiss. When their tongues met, her senses roared to life again.
“We don’t have time for silly things like hydration,” she said as she breathlessly broke the kiss. “We only get one night, remember?”
There was a beat. Followed by a quiet, “Yes.”
She could have sworn she’d heard a rueful note in his voice, but he didn’t give her time to dwell on it. He kissed her again, just as passionately as before, then peered up at her with heat in his eyes. “So we better make it count.”
Chapter Six
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The following weekend, Shane once again found himself at Andy’s Bar, after another grueling week of training with the team. Although he was dead-ass tired, Max had convinced him to go for dinner and drinks, except two minutes after they strode into the bar, the young lieutenant had ditched Shane for Allie West, the co-owner of the bar.
Shane would’ve been insulted if not for the fact that Allie was a great girl, and one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. He knew she and Max were close, but there was nothing romantic about their relationship. The pretty blonde had been dating the same guy since high school, and when she’d wandered over to their booth asking if Max had a moment to listen to her vent about her boyfriend, the other guy had dropped his menu and went off with her like the good friend he was.
Unfortunately, that left Shane to sit around like a chump, and as he waited for his buddy to return, his mind was flooded with thoughts of—who else—Jill Marshall.
He hadn’t seen or spoken to her all week, which told him she’d meant what she’d said about respecting his one-night policy. Last weekend she’d left his place at 3:00 a.m. with nothing but a hug and kiss goodbye, and it should have been the end of it. Except…well, there was one little problem.
He hadn’t been satisfied with one night.
His gaze landed on his cell phone, which sat innocently next to his beer, taunting him with the fact that Jill’s phone number was stored inside it. The irony didn’t escape him. He’d laid down his usual ground rule, fully intending on sticking to it, and yet here he was, desperately wanting to call her.
But he shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, damn it. He’d already met and married the love of his life. If he called Jill, he’d only be leading her on, and he didn’t want her to get attached to him, only to be crushed when she realized he truly wasn’t capable of giving her his heart.
But fuck. He was aching for her. His usual one-night mentality wasn’t working, and he couldn’t get Jill out of his goddamn head.
Before he knew it, he was swiping the iPhone screen to unlock it.
This is a mistake, a cynical voice warned.
Yeah, it totally was, but it was too late to heed the advice. He’d already dialed Jill’s number, and when he heard her voice on the other
end of the line, his heart did a wild flip. Christ. He felt like a horny teenager.
“Hey,” he greeted her. “It’s Shane.”
“Who?”
His stomach clenched. Seriously?
“Shane,” he said again, his tone hardening.
“Sorry, I don’t know anyone by that name,” Jill said breezily. “I mean, I did, at one point in time, but I was instructed to forget he ever existed.”
Shane relaxed as he realized she was fucking with him. He didn’t entirely blame her, either. He supposed he deserved it after his staunch insistence that they couldn’t see each other.
“Funny,” he grumbled. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Nope. I was just wandering around my kitchen trying to figure out what to do for dinner.”
He smiled. “What’d you come up with?”
“Absolutely nothing. It’s awful—I can make any drink on the planet, but when it comes to cooking? I’m a total disaster. I’m not sure if I should fry up an omelet and hope that it’s not full of eggshells, or make mac and cheese and hope I don’t overcook the noodles.”
“There’s always option number three,” he hedged.
He could hear her suspicion buzzing through the extension. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Have dinner with me. I’m at Andy’s again, and they’ve got a decent menu.”
The line went silent.
“Jill? You still there?”
“I’m here.” She paused. “I just don’t get it.”
“I’m asking you to have dinner with me. It’s not very complicated.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re the walking definition of complicated! I thought you didn’t want to see me again.”
Shane stifled a sigh. “I changed my mind.”
“Ugh. And people say women are the indecisive ones.” Her laughter slid into his ear. “Are you being serious right now? You really want to hang out again?”
“Yes.” Regret crept into his tone. “Look, I know I was a dick about the whole one-night rule, but I wasn’t trying to jerk you around. That’s usually all I’m interested in.”
