HandsOn

by Jaci Burton

  She chewed her lip, wondering if Mark would be angry with her.

  Should she call him? Drive up to New York and try to see him? She’d never taken a chance like this before. Shouldn’t with him of all people. But what her head told her to do and what her heart wanted to do were two different things.

  He’d stopped the articles because he loved her. Really and truly loved her. She had to believe that to be true. She mattered to him more than money or fame or contracts or TMM.

  The doubts pounded away at her. Those nagging voices that told her she wasn’t loveable. She was plain, a geek too filled with smarts and not enough beauty.

  She pushed the doubts away. One thing she’d learned from Mark was tenacity and never giving up.

  She jumped when the doorbell rang. Nancy said she might drop by today. But when she pulled the door open, it wasn’t Nancy standing there.

  Her heart stopped, remembering the very first time she’d seen him. His cocky smile had unnerved her, his wicked grin had disarmed her, and his gorgeous body had awakened the woman in her.

  “Hi, Mark.”

  “Hi, Lara.”

  They both seemed at a loss for words. She couldn’t tell from his blank expression how he felt. “Did you see the feature?”

  “Yeah. Can I come in?”

  “Oh. Sure. Sorry.” She stood aside while he walked by. The sweet scent of him that still lingered throughout her house filled her senses with an aching need to touch him.

  “Lara, why did you have the feature run?” he asked as soon as she shut the door.

  “Because you had it pulled.”

  He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

  “I don’t either, really. Why did you kill the articles?”

  “Because I’d already hurt you enough. There was nothing I could do to take back what I’d done, how I’d deceived you. Except to pull the feature.”

  “You lost a ton of money. And a chance for fame, too.”

  His gaze focused on the carpet. “It’s only money, Lara. I can live without money, I can live without fame.”

  She waited. He looked up, his eyes warm and filled with an emotion she dared not name.

  “But I couldn’t live without your love.”

  She closed her eyes, waiting for the doubt, the disbelief, to creep into her heart.

  It didn’t. The only thing there was her love for him.

  “I love you, Mark.”

  His eyes widened. “I don’t deserve it. I’m sorry, Lara. I should have told you from the beginning. Then, after I started to care for you, I didn’t know how to tell you without losing you. So I lied.”

  “Don’t do it again. I can take anything as long as you’re honest with me.”

  “I was a different person then. You changed me.”

  “Oh, I did not.”

  He stepped forward and threaded his fingers through her hair. She died at his touch, wanting him, missing him so much she was starving for him.

  “Yeah, you did. I never thought I was the kind of guy to fall in love. My career, making it to the top in my field, that was always first. But then I met you, and you drove me crazy. I didn’t want to, but I fell in love with you. And that means more to me, you mean more to me, than any money, any contract, any job I’ll ever have.”

  Her heart was going to burst. “So now what?”

  “Now we take it day by day. Open and honest. I don’t know where we’re headed.” He grinned and added, “I think I have a pretty good idea where I’d like our relationship to go, but that’s up to you.”

  “No, it’s up to us.” She curled her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly, then harder, pouring out her love for him with every touch of her lips against his.

  His kiss, his touch, his mouth, told her everything she needed to know.

  When he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, he said, “One thing. Bob’s gonna have to go. And anyone else you have hidden in your nightstand. Any hands-on sex you get from now on has to be with my hands—on you.”

  “Whatever you say. Of course, if I kept Bob and the others around, I might treat you to a little show.”

  He stopped dead in his tracks. “You’d let me watch?”

  Desire opened with her, just like her blossoming love for Mark. “All in the name of research, my love.”

  “Then show me.”

  Not too long ago she’d have been too embarrassed to show anyone how she masturbated. But now, with the man she loved, the idea excited her. Her nipples tightened as she leaned over and pulled Bob out of the nightstand. Moisture already gathered around her pussy, her clit throbbing in anticipation.

  She slipped off her clothes and lay back on the bed. Mark pulled a chair up next to the bed, folded his arms across his chest, and watched.

  With a quirk of her brow, she smiled at him, then turned on Bob. Just the sound of the whirring got her hot, but not because the vibrator was her only way of release. Not anymore. Now it was due to the man she loved watching her intently. She wanted to please him, excite him, turn him on like he turned her on. Big time.

  Dipping the vibrator between her legs, she ran it along the folds of her sex, keeping her gaze trained on Mark. His eyes darkened and she slipped her gaze down to his crotch, watching the bulge there grow larger with every passing second. When she met his eyes again, she grinned and slipped Bob inside her.

  “God, babe, that’s hot,” he said. He stood and approached the side of the bed and sat down next to her. He reached for her breasts, circling one nipple, then the other, with just the tips of his fingers.

  Desire sparked hot in her womb and she pulled Bob out a little, then thrust it inside her wet pussy again. A moan escaped her lips when he plucked at her nipples, then bent down and covered one aching crest with his mouth.

  The sensations were indescribable. Heat, sparks of intense pleasure and the feeling of tight, coiling need deep in her cunt.

  “Fuck me, Mark. I want your cock inside me.”

  He stood and quickly undressed and she realized how very lucky she was to have a man like him in love with her. So much had happened in such a short period of time, and she was grateful she’d taken the chance to get to know him. Now, the thought of not having him beside her every day made her ache in a different way.

  But that ache was soon replaced by a different one as he pulled Bob from her pussy and knelt between her legs. Swiping one finger along Bob’s shaft, he drew her juices from it and slipped his finger in his mouth. Her pussy pulsed at the visual of him tasting her.

  “Sweet,” he murmured, then slipped Bob inside her again, thrusting in and out gently.

  “Oh, God.” The sight of him fucking her with her vibrator was incredibly erotic. She lifted her hips to give him access to her pussy. When he began to circle her clit with his thumb, the tight knot of desire coiled, then burst. She cried out, flooding the vibrator and his hand with her warm cream.

  Mark continued to thrust the vibrator gently in and out until she felt the tingling sparks of renewed desire. Then he withdrew it, a wicked gleam in his eye.

  “Turn over and get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

  She did as he asked, ready to feel his cock buried to the hilt inside her quaking cunt.

  “I kind of like this ménage thing with Bob,” he teased. “I think I’d like to see him up your ass.”

  She whimpered at the thought of it, anticipation making her back up toward him. She pulled the lube from the nightstand drawer and handed it back to him, waiting impatiently while he coated the vibrator with the gel.

  “First I want in,” he said, then thrust his cock between her swollen pussy lips, burying it deep and hard. Her pussy pulsed around his thick heat and she moved back, fucking the length of him.

  “Oh yeah, baby, that’s good. Now let’s have Bob join us.”

  He spread the cheeks of her buttocks and applied the lube to her anus, all the while continuing to pump his cock in and out of her dren
ched pussy. She wasn’t going to make it. Already she felt the impending quakes of orgasm. But then Mark pulled his cock away to coat her ass with more gel. She felt the invasion of the vibrator as he eased it gently and slowly into her anus, pushing past the tight barrier until it slipped completely inside her.

  “I’d love to have a picture of this,” he murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to her back. “This vibrator shoved all the way in your ass, and my cock about to fill that sweet, hot cunt of yours. You make me crazy, Lara, do you know that? I’ve never known a woman as sexually uninhibited as you.”

  She’d never known she could be so uninhibited. Until she met Mark. He brought out the wildness in her like no one ever had before.

  He probed her slit with his cock head, then slipped his shaft inside, filling her completely.

  The sensation was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Her ass and pussy filled with cock, rubbing against each other as Mark thrust, then withdrew, alternating his pistoning drives with that of the vibrator in her ass. The sensations were too much to bear and she flew over the edge, screaming and fucking her ass against him and the vibrator as she came.

  “Ah, Christ,” he muttered, then buried his cock deep and shot streams of hot cum into her pussy, his fingertips digging into her hips as he pressed against her and held on, shuddering while he came.

  After withdrawing the vibrator and collapsing next to her, Mark pulled her against him, cradling her against his chest.

  Lara fought back tears. This was perfection, everything she’d ever dreamed or fantasized about love. The fact it had come true was amazing, overwhelming, and more like a dream than a new reality.

  “So, was it good for you, babe?”

  She laughed and leaned up to search his face. He winked. “It was okay.”

  “Okay? Just okay? I’ll give you okay, woman! We’ve got more research to do, ya know. I promise you’ll be gushing soon over how much more than ‘okay’ our sex life is.”

  She laughed hard, until he covered her mouth with his and gave her a hell of a lot more than “okay” sex.

  He gave her love, his heart, his body and more than she could have ever dreamed of.

  About the Author

  In April 2003, Ellora’s Cave foolishly offered me a contract for my first erotic romance and I haven’t shut up since. My writing is an addiction for which there is no cure, a disease in which strange characters live in my mind, all clamoring for their own story. I try to let them out one by one, as mixing snarling werewolves with a bondage and discipline master can be very dangerous territory. Then again, unusual plotlines offer relief from the demons plaguing me.

  In my world, well-endowed, naked cabana boys do the vacuuming and dishes, little faeries flit about dusting the furniture and doing laundry, Wolfgang Puck fixes my dinner and I spend every night engaged in wild sexual abandon with a hunky alpha. Okay, the hunky alpha part is my real life husband and he keeps my fantasy life enriched with extensive “research”. But Wolfgang won’t answer my calls, the faeries are on strike and my readers keep running off with the cabana boys.

  Jaci welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Ave., Akron OH 44310.

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  Kismet 2: Fiery Fate

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  Mesmerized anthology

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  Passion In Paradise 2: Paradise Revival

  Passion In Paradise 3: Paradise Discovery

  Tangled Web (with C.J. Burton)

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