by Cathryn Fox
Her finger played over the next button, fueling his lust and deepening his need for her. For a split second he envisioned himself disrobing her, his hands racing over her silky smooth skin, his lips following closely behind. Temptation to climb to his feet and do just that swamped him, driving him to distraction.
Berating his wayward thoughts, he forced his gaze back to her face and commanded himself to redirect his thoughts. Obviously this was not the time to be fantasizing about her. She had something on her mind and needed to talk.
He shifted to hide his inflated body part. “What is it, Taylor?”
“You see, lately men haven’t been noticing me and since we’re friends,” she said, stopping to point at him, “and you’re a guy, I was hoping I could ask your advice on something.”
He noted the way she emphasized the word friends—again. Okay, he got it. He might be a little dense at times, but he wasn’t stupid for Christ’s sake. They were friends. Nothing more. He got it.
“Ask away.”
She released the second button on her blouse, then the third and fourth, affording him a view of her creamy cleavage. When she undid the fifth and final button—yes, he was counting—air left his lungs in a loud whoosh. He sat there stock still, watching her peel off her top to reveal the most gorgeous set of breasts he’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.
“You see, Christian. I need an honest male opinion.” She cupped her breasts. “Do you think these are too small? Too big? Is there anything about them that would turn a man off?”
Holy. Fuck.
After a long silent moment, she asked, “Christian, did you hear me?”
“I…uh…no.”
“No what?”
He let his mind wander, imagining what it would be like to draw one of those tight pink buds into his mouth. To suck, lick, nibble and nip until she begged for mercy. But oh no, he wouldn’t stop there. There’d be no mercy for this sexy little siren. No fucking way. She’d pay dearly for this sweet torture. He’d make her beg him to fuck her and once he had her exactly where he wanted her, writhing beneath him like a wild wanton woman, he’d make her come all over him, again and again.
“Christian?” Her voice interrupted his musings and pulled him back.
With his blood rushing south, it became more and more difficult to form a coherent sentence. He coughed and drew a fueling breath. “I think they’re perfect, Taylor.”
She angled herself sideways to catch her reflection in his big-screen TV. She stroked the underside of her breasts and brushed her thumbs over her rosy nipples, making them swell and darken. His body responded with a shudder.
“I thought they were pretty good too, but just wanted to make sure.” Her voice sounded husky, sensual and resonated through him. As lust bombarded his body, his cock spasmed with pleasure, clamoring for Taylor’s undivided attention.
Christian shifted and adjusted his raging erection, aching to remedy his longings. Giving him no reprieve, Taylor unhooked the button on her jeans, and slowly, seductively pulled them down her legs.
Sweet Mother of God!
Casually, like they undressed in front of each other every fucking day, she kicked her pants away and stood before him in nothing more than a sexy pair of white lace panties.
He almost sobbed.
“Now be honest, Christian. Do I have any grotesque flaws? Take your time looking. No hurry.” She slowly turned in a circle giving him a view from all angles. “I really want to know if there is something about me that men find unattractive.”
His mouth watered as he concentrated on his breathing. Heck, put a sexy, half-dressed woman in front of him and it reduced him to Pavlov’s dog. His cock began throbbing and pulsing. He clenched and unclenched his fingers as he admired her luscious body.
“Do you think my ass is perky enough? Here, touch it.” She shimmied closer, grabbed his hand, and put it on her hot little ass cheek. “Give it a squeeze and tell me what you think.” Christian nearly shot a load off right there on the spot as he palmed her lush backside.
Taylor turned her attention to her legs and arched a brow. “Do you think they’re long enough?” Before he had time to answer, she continued, “How about my hips?” She ran her hands over her voluptuous contours, coming perilously close to her pussy. A tremor moved through him as her slow seduction nearly shut down his brain. “Do you think they’re too curvy?”
Barely able to reply, he shook his head. “Perfect,” was all he managed to choke out.
Her brow crinkled and she arched her back, tipping her ass up in the air to check it out in the TV screen. Undaunted, she pressed on, “Are you sure? You see, not only have men neglected to notice me lately, the ones I have gone out with haven’t bothered to call again. So I thought maybe I wasn’t that physically appealing.”
“Perfect,” he muttered again, noting how easily she’d reduced his vocabulary to one single word.
With that her eyes lit, and she leaned in to hug him. “Thanks. It’s so great to have an honest friend like you.”
Christian could no longer hear her speaking. Delirious with want, his entire focus was drawn to her breasts, noticing the way her hard nipples were hovering only inches from his mouth.
“Is that everything?” His voice was barely recognizable. Fuck, he needed to get her back into her clothes, and out of his apartment so he could abuse the hell out of his rock-hard cock.
“One more thing.” She crossed the room to grab her tote bag. She pulled out a magazine, flipped through the pages and handed it to him. “I’m looking for a man’s perspective on this. Which style do you find most appealing?”
As he glanced down at the article on how to style your pubic hair, Taylor went to work on removing her panties.
Ahhh, Jesus.
“You see, Christian. Tonight I plan on heading over to The Hose and turning heads once and for all.” She shot him a mischievous look. “There will be no more overlooking Taylor Dayton. And when I take a guy back to my place, I plan on looking and acting so hot and sexy, he’ll come begging me for more.”
Christian’s nostrils flared, his cock pulsed and thickened to the point of pain. His blood pressure soared. Knowing he was well past the point of vocalizing anything intelligent, he said, “It’s always good to have a plan.” His gaze shot back and forth between her sweet sex and the sexy pictures in the article.
She tapped the page. “I was thinking about going with the landing strip.” Taylor widened her legs, her fingers tangling in her silky auburn hair. “What do you think?”
The magazine fell from his fingers. He jumped to his feet. The woman was a goddamn sadist and there was only so much sweet torture a man could take.
“Yeah, I…uh…think the landing strip would look good on you,” he muttered. He began to gather her clothes. Fuck, he needed to get her out of there before he tore off his pants, bent her over the sofa and sank his cock all the way up inside her. How was that for a real friend…
Eyes wide and innocent she said, “The only problem is, I’m out of shaving cream, and to be honest with you, I know I’d probably mess it up, or worse yet, cut myself.” She gave an edgy chuckle and stuck her calf out for his inspection. “You’ve seen the mess I’ve made of my legs in the past. So I was wondering…” The suggestive edge in her voice gained his attention.
Jesus H. Christ, was the little vixen toying with him? Seducing him?
With renewed interest, he pitched his voice low and met her gaze straight on. “Wondering what?”
“If you could shave me.”
A slow burn worked its way through his body and settled in his groin. Was she fucking kidding? She wanted him to shave her sweet pussy?
He shook his passion-rattled brain to clear it and took a moment to go over his options. One, get her the hell out of there and get to work on his relieving the pressure building inside him, or two, shave her hot sex and discover if she was playing a seductive little pick-up game with him.
“I know it’s an odd reques
t, Christian, but seeing as you know me better than anyone else and have seen me at my best and my worst, I thought you were the perfect choice to help—”
“I’ll do it.”
3
Shadowing Christian, Taylor followed him into the bathroom. Her whole body trembled despite the warmth in the air. Good Lord, she could hardly believe that the man of her erotic dreams, the same man she’d been lusting after for the last year was about to shave her pussy.
How delightfully kinky.
After they entered the small bathroom, she glanced around and in a sultry tone meant to entice, she asked, “Where do you want me?”
He threw the towel down on the counter and patted it. “Why don’t you have a seat right here beside the sink.” His raspy voice sent a barrage of erotic sensations through her body and she wondered if he could smell her arousal.
His glance swept down the length of her, taking in her goose bumps. He narrowed his eyes; his muscles bunched. “Are you cold?”
Working to sound casual, she pulled in a breath. “No. I’m just anxious to get on with this and make my way to The Hose.”
His mouth curved. “Oh yeah? You really have your heart set on going to The Hose?”
“Yeah, I’m excited to play a little pick-up game with one of the firefighters.”
When she climbed onto the counter and inched her legs open, it brought lust to his blue eyes. She watched his throat work as he swallowed. Damn she loved being the focus of that passion-imbued gaze.
Christian twisted around to grab his razor and shaving cream, and she took that moment to probe for information. Tonight she planned on acting and dressing like the kind of woman he gravitated toward, the kind of woman who drove him wild in bed.
“So tell me, Christian, what’s your favorite color, red or blue? I borrowed a couple of dresses from Megan and I can’t decide what to wear tonight. Which color do you think will get more attention?”
Christian warmed a cloth and insinuated himself between her legs, his primal essence completely overwhelming her as his strong hands gripped her thighs and urged them open. Liquid desire lubricated her sex as his intimate touch seeped under her skin. Fighting the urge to squirm, Taylor braced herself and bit back a breathy moan as her pussy lips widened.
“I’d go with red.” He sank to his knees and adjusted his body until he was mere inches away from her quivering pussy.
As lust stole through her, it took every ounce of strength she had not to buck forward and press her pussy to his mouth, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted. But she was enjoying the sexy seduction far too much to give herself away just yet.
Christian took a warm washcloth and dampened her sensitive flesh. Lord, that felt incredible. A moment later he covered her with shaving cream. Perspiration beaded his forehead when he glanced at her. His gaze was dark, turbulent…sensuous.
“I’ve never done this before, Taylor, so you’ll have to bear with me.” He lowered his head between her thighs. An intoxicating mixture of heat and desire curled around her, rattling her right to her very core.
When the cool steel blade touched her skin, and his warm hands surfed over her most private parts, her entire body quaked with need. She gave a broken gasp and arched into his touch.
With deft fingers, Christian shaved her pussy lips, making slow skilled passes over her flesh, taking the utmost care not to mar her delicate skin. Every so often his knuckle would brush over her blood-engorged clit, making her mad with desire. It was the most erotic, mind-blowing thing she’d ever felt.
She angled her head, letting her long curls tumble in silken waves over her bare breasts. As flames surged through her, she drew a centering breath.
With effort she spoke, “So, I, uh, I was wondering about something else?”
“Oh yeah?” Christ, his voice was as gritty as sandpaper. “What’s that?” He heated the cloth again and pressed it between her legs. She shivered. Almost violently.
She pursed her lips in worry. “Maybe I’m a bad kisser. That could really turn a guy off, couldn’t it?”
After a quick nod of his head, he turned his attention back to her pussy. There was a glint in his eyes. “Did you want me to kiss you, Taylor?”
Feigning innocence, she said, “Maybe we should—” Unexpectedly, Christian inserted a finger inside her and her voice fell off.
Ohmigod.
As her body grew tight and needy, he just kept his finger there, unmoving, going about his business of shaving her. She thrust her hip forward, urging him on, but he completely ignored her efforts.
Feeling her composure slip away, she worked to find her voice again. “You know, as a friend and a guy, you could give me your honest opinion on my kissing abilities.”
His breath came in a low rush. “I suppose I could do that.”
Without removing his finger, he brought his mouth to hers. When warm, silky-soft lips closed over hers, heat and desire singed her blood, her internal temperature climbing higher and higher until it reached dangerous levels.
The soft blade of his tongue slipped into her mouth and tangled with hers. Her pussy grew slicker, her body flushed hotly, and she began trembling from head to toe.
“Mmmm…” she moaned, as need whipped through her veins. Her hands crushed through his hair, pulling him closer. He wiggled his finger ever so slightly. Her sex muscles rippled with pleasure, and desire like she’d never before experienced gained her full attention. She indulged in his mouth longer, aching to slide off the counter and impale herself on him.
After a moment he inched back and licked his lips. “You’re a great kisser, Taylor,” he whispered into her mouth. “Any man would think so.”
She furrowed her brow in thought. “If it’s not my kissing abilities, then what’s keeping all the men away? Maybe it’s something else.” She grew quiet for a moment, pretending to mull things over as she shifted restlessly, driving his thick finger inside her a little deeper.
A low growl rumbled in his throat. Much to her dismay, he removed his finger, scrubbed his hand over his chin and clenched his jaw.
He shot her a scalding look that conveyed his hunger. “Almost done.”
As he stood to dampen the washcloth again, her glance strayed south, to his magnificent erection. His magnificently huge erection, to be more accurate. No wonder women kept coming back for more. The guy was packing one hell of a banana down there.
Oh yeah, she mused, enjoying her sexy little seduction, Christian was definitely seeing her as more than his ice-cream-and-movie pal now.
Empowered at having the upper hand, she stuck her chest out to examine herself. “Maybe it’s my breasts.”
He cleared his throat. “I already told you they were perfect.”
“Maybe they don’t…taste perfect.”
Christian’s eyes darkened as he pushed her long curls back over her shoulder, exposing her breasts. His visual caress boiled her blood.
He wet his lips. “You think I should taste them to make sure?”
Lust prowled through her and she gave a breathy, intimate moan. Her nipples tightened in eager anticipation. “I believe we should explore all angles, don’t you?”
“I believe you’re right.” Without preamble, Christian took one breast into his large palm and gently kneaded her tender flesh. Good God! His hands felt like fire on her skin. Eyes full of want, he took possession of her swollen nipple, caressing it with his warm tongue before greedily pulling it into his mouth. She pressed against him. His touch sent shockwaves rocketing through her.
As he feasted on her breasts, his fingers dug into her thighs, urging them even wider. Blindsided by lust, her aroused scent saturated the room and curled around them. A moment later he paid homage to her other nipple, treating it to the same, luxurious tongue bath.
He inched back. “It’s not your breasts, Taylor. They taste perfect. Just like I knew they would.” Her body reacted to the raw ache of hunger she heard in his voice.
Toes curling
, she widened her eyes, as well as her legs. “Do you think it’s my pussy then?”
She felt a tremble roll through his body at her suggestive words. “I’m not sure,” he said.
Fueled by need, she said, “I think—”
Hands crushing through her hair, her pulled her lips close to his and cut her off. “Yes, I think I should taste you.” The urgency in his voice made her quake. “I also think I should make you come. So I can taste that, too. Like you said, Taylor, we should cover all angles.”
Oh. My. God.
Christian dropped to his knees, ran the hot cloth over her flesh to wipe away the last remnants of shaving cream and then pressed a hot kiss over her pussy. The first sweet touch of his tongue sent a myriad of emotions and sensations rushing through her.
“Oh Jesus, Christian.” She raced her fingers through his hair. “You’re so good at that.”
He pulled open her lips with his tongue and delved in deeper, swirling the soft blade over her clit with accurate precision. The heat of his mouth scorched her flesh. Her body pulsed and throbbed as pressure brewed inside her.
He brushed his finger over her swollen lips and pushed it all the way inside her pussy. Her breath came in a ragged burst. He pumped in and out of her, controlling the pace, depth and rhythm. Hunger consumed her as he took his time tasting and finger fucking her. A whimper escaped her lips. Her body broke out in a sweat, and she was sure she was going to melt on his counter.
When he applied more pressure to her sensitized clit, her head began spinning. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and bucked against him. Goddamn, his mouth did the most delicious things to her pussy.
He pushed another finger inside her, igniting her blood to near boiling. Every square inch of her skin burned, her breasts felt heavy and achy.
His touch was commanding, yet gentle and tender at the same time. Her muscles clenched and trembled under his erotic assault.
As he indulged in her body, she could feel the pressure building inside her, coming to a peak.
