Strip Tease

by Karen Erickson

  Nate crawled onto the bed, over her until they were face to face. His cotton covered cock brushed her belly and she arched against him in invitation, causing his eyes to close. Breathing deep, he exhaled slowly and opened his eyes, the dark brown depths glittering with unrestrained need.

  “You make me want to lose all control and we haven’t done anything yet.”

  His admission surprised her, warming her heart when her heart should have nothing to do with this.

  Pushing the foreign emotion out of her mind, she smiled up at him, stretching beneath him like a cat. “What are you waiting for?”

  “I have no fucking idea.” Nate slid down her body, raining a path of kisses along the way.

  Down her throat, across her collarbone and over her breasts. She held her breath and bit her lower lip, watching as he circled first one nipple, then the other with his long, wet tongue, his lids lifting to catch her staring.

  His eyes never leaving hers, he enveloped one nipple between his lips, sucking lightly, twirling his tongue around the aching bud and she shifted against him, closing her eyes, completely lost. Pleasure filled her as he continued his undivided attention to her sensitive nipples. She curled her fingers in his hair and clutched him as if she never wanted to let him go.

  With a subtle shift and gentle hands, she tried to guide him down her body. Taking the hint, he kissed and licked her stomach, his tongue dipping into the tiny shallow circle of her navel, making her giggle.

  Growing anxious, her giggle faded and she twisted her legs beneath his. Knowing he was so near, so close to the source of her hollow ache, she wanted to feel him there. Have his mouth settle on her scorching hot center, licking and searching her, bringing her the orgasm she so desperately wanted.

  Nate didn’t disappoint. He nibbled the waistband of her panties, pressing his face against her and breathing deep. “You’re so wet.”

  Yes, she was. Soaked beyond measure, embarrassingly so. But there was no room for embarrassment now, she wanted him too badly.

  Nudging the fabric of her panties aside with his index finger, he revealed her to his gaze, pressed a kiss to her mound and she jumped. He parted her with his tongue, searching her folds with long, slow licks and she signed.

  Nothing had ever felt so delicious. Waves of pleasure consumed her with his every lavish stroke, her impending orgasm teetering on the edge and she smiled dreamily, wanting to reach it slowly, wanting to savor it.

  One long thick finger slipped inside her, then joined by another, resting there, testing her, stretching her and she moved against him. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while his tongue circled her clit with quick flicks. She shattered beneath his mouth almost instantly, crying out into the quiet night, tremors overtaking her body as the intense orgasm shook her to her core.

  Nate kept his pace, wringing the climax out of her until she felt like her bones were made of jelly and she would seep into the mattress. With one last lick against her pulsating clit, he withdrew, moving up her body to embrace her, pressing his mouth against hers.

  She could taste herself on his lips but she didn’t mind. His thick cock brushed against her belly insistently and already she wanted him again. Thrusting against him, she circled her hips, making him groan low in his throat.

  “Do you have protection?” No matter how much she wanted him, she didn’t plan on being stupid.

  “Bedside drawer,” he said through gritted teeth, moving so he could press heated kisses to her neck.

  Janelle turned to the side and reached for the drawer, tugging it open and feeling around until she came across a little foil pack. Closing the drawer, she handed him the condom, then went for the waistband of his boxer briefs, yanking them down as low as she could. He helped her, shimmying his hips, kicking them off with a frustrated growl and she laughed, she couldn’t help it.

  It felt good to laugh. With him.

  “You’re laughing at me?” He smiled, tearing the condom open with his teeth and moving away from her so he could sheath himself.

  “Your frustration is cute.”

  “Yeah, you wouldn’t think it was cute if you were me.”

  “I’m here to satisfy,” she said with a purr, wrapping her fingers around his thickness, stroking up and then down with a smooth, fluid motion. She brushed the head of his cock with her thumb, smearing the creamy liquid that pearled at the tip.

  A strangled moan escaped him before he murmured, “That’s what I’m counting on.”

  Nate grabbed her about the waist and rolled onto his back, allowing her to settle on top of him. Her hair fell down around her and she bent toward him so it hung over his face like a curtain. “Letting me be on top, hmm?”

  “You thought I’d be the type who likes to take control. Well, right now I’m letting you call all the shots.”

  “Past experience always taught me this was the lazy man’s way out.”

  His eyes darkened and that sensuous, delicious mouth tightened. Even a little angry, he was sexy. “My past experience taught me that most women prefer to be on top. It allows them to control their own pleasure.”

  A wave of fierce possessiveness consumed her. She absolutely hated the thought of him being with someone else. Having sex another woman, allowing her to be on top...

  Shaking her head, she forced herself to stop. “How thoughtful of you.”

  “That’s me. A regular, thoughtful guy.” He thrust against her, his cock nudging her damp curls and she gasped in anticipation.

  He was huge. Long and thick, she knew he would be amazing. Sitting up, she grasped his cock and guided him toward her, settling over him with one smooth stroke.

  Thrusting his hips, he filled her to the hilt with his cock. He throbbed inside her, so big, so hot. She sat upon him, paralyzed, amazed at how good he felt, how so utterly right it was.

  “Ah God, Janelle, you’re so tight.” His face was a mask of raw desire, a faint sheen of sweat covered his forehead and she bent over him, brushed her lips against his in a gentle kiss. His mouth clung to hers, his hands smoothing over her and she’d never felt so cherished.

  Slowly she began to move, riding him, controlling her movements, not letting him go too deep or too fast. Big hands cupped her breasts, sure fingers twisting and pinching her nipples and she gasped, her belly flooding with heat. Already another orgasm was about to take over and send her straight toward bliss and back.

  His pace increased, his hips lifting, sending his cock deeper inside her and she relished it. Faster and faster they moved, their sweaty bodies clinging, their heated breaths mingling, the unmistakable scent of arousal filling the air.

  “I’m so—close,” she whimpered, resting her palms on his broad chest, her movements quickening with their every stroke.

  “Let go, baby,” he breathed, his big hands crushing around her waist, guiding her, lifting her up and down upon his glistening cock.

  Tilting her head back, Janelle lost herself, the orgasm washing over her with so much force she almost forgot how to breathe. Her limbs frozen, she experienced each tremor with acute clarity, her belly and sex clenching fiercely over and over again.

  “Ah Christ.” His muttered expletive caught her by surprise and then he groaned her name, his body arching beneath hers as he came. She opened her eyes, watched in mute fascination as his climax overtook him. Loving the masculine beauty of his face wrenched with agonized pleasure, his body gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat.

  She’d never witnessed anything like it before. She wanted to see it again.

  Only with him.

  * * * *

  If Nate came like that again, surely he’d black out. Even in their rush to explore and sample each other, it had been nothing like he’d ever experienced before.

  Hell, he couldn’t deny he’d had good sex in his life. He’d had some pretty great sex.

  But nothing like what had happened between him and Janelle.

  She rolled off him and snuggled her lush body close to his side
, slipping her arm around him, slim hand resting on his stomach. A faint tremor rippled through him at her gentle touch and he swore his deflated cock gave a little nudge of interest.

  Unbelievable. He’d been wrung out until he thought he couldn’t come anymore and from one brief touch of her fingers, he was preparing for the next round.

  Disposing of the condom quickly, he settled back against the pillows, his arm circling around her slim shoulders and hauling her to him. She rested her cheek against his chest, her fingers sliding across his stomach in the most provocative way. He willed his cock to stay down, at least for a few minutes.

  He needed to rest before they went at it again, because they were most definitely going to go at it again and soon.

  “Hmm, that was nice,” she murmured, her hand moving up to rest against his chest, fingers threading through the hairs that grew there.

  Closing his eyes, he chuckled. “Nice? That’s all you can say?”

  “What would you call it?”

  “How about freaking amazing?”

  She stiffened against him and he cursed inwardly at his blunder. This woman was about as gun shy as any sketchy criminal he’d ever met. The last thing she probably wanted to hear was him gushing on about his post-coital glow.

  Grimacing, he contained the moan of frustration that wanted to spill. Shit, he didn’t think he’d ever had a post-coital glow before. This woman was getting inside his head in more ways than one.

  And that wasn’t good. At all. He probably shouldn’t have done this. It was unethical for one, and if she expected anything, they were doomed.

  He felt as if he had no more to give.

  “It was good,” she finally said, her fingers still stroking him.

  “Okay, I’ll agree with you, it was good.” He settled deeper into the mattress, lulled by her continued stroking, enjoying her touch. Her fingers were soft and tentative, her warm breath fanning against his neck, her fragrant hair tickling his nose.

  All of it felt so good, so…right. A thought that made his eyes fly wide open and he stared up at the ceiling in full on panic mode.

  Yeah this wasn’t good. He didn’t need to have thoughts like this, serious thoughts about a woman who was the farthest thing from serious. He should be pissed for compromising his investigation after months of hard work and long hours. All because he was turned on by this woman so badly, he couldn’t see straight. She smiled and kissed him and crooked her little finger and he went chasing after her.

  “Maybe I should go home.” She spoke after too many uncomfortable minutes ticked by and slowly drew her hand away. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

  It hadn’t been but at the time, he hadn’t given a damn. He should still feel that way. He shouldn’t let her leave uncomfortable and full of regret. They should enjoy this night for what it was and put it beside them when they woke tomorrow.

  If it was only as easy to do as it sounded.

  “Hey.” He stopped her retreating hand, wrapping his fingers around her slim wrist. She lifted her head, her big blue eyes meeting his and he saw all of the uncertainty and worry in her gaze. Immediately he wanted to reassure her, tell her everything was going to be all right. Soothe her with tender touches and soft kisses.

  A wave of possessiveness he’d never experienced before washed over him. He wanted to take care of her.

  “This wasn’t a mistake,” he finally said. “Don’t feel bad this happened.”

  “But—”

  “No buts.” He released her wrist and pressed his index finger against the center of her plump lips, then traced them slowly. “No regrets. I’m tired. You’re tired, so stay the night. I’ll take you back to your place in the morning.”

  “I have to go to work in the morning.” She worried her lower lip with her teeth, a little habit he noticed she had, and he wanted to soothe that poor area on her lip with his tongue.

  “I’ll wake up extra early and take you back to your place so you can get ready for work. Don’t worry.” He smoothed his other hand down her back, her silky, supple skin kick starting the fire in his gut. Moving his hand lower, he explored the lush curve of her ass with his fingers and she sighed.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered. It was. He’d never felt skin so smooth.

  “Nate,” she whispered and he liked hearing her sweet voice say his name.

  “What?” Up and down, he stroked her ass, thankful she wasn’t too skinny. He liked a woman with real curves.

  Another sigh escaped her and her legs parted a bit. An invitation allowing him further access maybe?

  “Okay, I’ll stay.” She settled her head against his shoulder, her legs spreading even more. Definitely an invitation.

  He took it, dipping his fingers into the damp heated silk between her legs. She was on fire for him already and his cock surged at the realization. Moving against him, Janelle scooted her body higher so that she faced him, her mouth close to his.

  “I’m glad you’re staying.” As he spoke he felt her lips, and he snuck his tongue out, licking each corner of her mouth.

  Her lips fell open with ease, her tongue darting out to meet his and they moved against each other in a sensual open mouthed kiss. Pushing his finger deeper into her heat, he stroked her inner walls and she shifted with him, a little groan emanating from her throat.

  “You like that?” He sounded like a cocky bastard, but he didn’t care. The woman was putty in his arms.

  Much like he’d be if she was stroking him.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her eyes fluttering closed, her lower body moving against his.

  “Want me to stop?”

  “Don’t stop.” Her answer came quickly, making him smile and he kissed her, savoring her mouth, the sweet little gasps that escaped her with his every touch.

  Her hand slithered down between their bodies to grasp his growing erection and he moaned when she clasped his cock with firm fingers. Up and down she stroked, her movements matching his and their ragged breaths filled the room.

  “I want to come with you inside me,” she whispered against his mouth, her fingers squeezing him.

  Releasing his hold on her, he went for the bedside table drawer, yanking out another condom with hurried movements. He wanted to be inside her too, was desperate to feel her tight hot center clamped around his cock. Licking her lips she watched, grabbing his hand as soon as he was covered and dragging him toward her.

  “Hurry.”

  He smiled at her impatience, wanting nothing more than to please her. He nudged his cock against her belly and shifted into position, thrusting within her easily, filling her completely.

  Her eyes squeezed shut, she clasped him to her, sliding her hands up and down his back as he began to move within her. He watched her face, awed by her beauty, by her responsiveness, remembering her confident behavior at the club.

  Never before had he met a woman like Janelle. He wanted to get to know her better, find out what more, what made her seem so tough yet vulnerable at the same time.

  They didn’t have a chance in hell. But he couldn’t worry about that now. Reality sucked. He much preferred the cozy cocoon of fantasy they’d created for themselves tonight.

  “Harder, Nate,” she urged, her hands kneading his buttocks and causing him to slip even deeper inside her. “Please.”

  Her wish was his command. He increased his thrusts, the sound of their bodies connecting filling the room, the musky scent of their arousal clinging in the air. Harder and harder he filled her, until she was crying out with his every thrust, his name dropping from her lips at the exact moment of her sweet surrender.

  He tumbled into ecstasy right after her, the sensation of her sex gripping his cock with her every orgasmic tremor making him come so hard, his eyes nearly crossed.

  If they continued like this, she would surely be the death of him.

  But they couldn’t. After tonight, it was no more. It had to be.

  Regret filled him and he slumped against her, exha
usted both physically and mentally. Janelle wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking the back of his head with gentle fingers and he closed his eyes, worried over what he would do next.

  Nate had no idea. He wished it could involve the two of them and no one else. No Billy Diaz, no investigation, no Ginger. But it couldn’t. A relationship with his suspect’s sister would never work.

  Moving away from her, he rolled to his side, still facing her and closed his eyes. He should go to sleep and leave Janelle alone. It was hard, though, when she pressed her lush body against him, nestling her head beneath his. He slipped his arm around her shoulders, holding her, savoring the feeling of her in his arms.

  “So why are you so intent on catching Billy Diaz?”

  Her quiet question threw him off guard, startling him. Could he trust her with the truth? He didn’t like to talk about it with anyone. “He’s a complete scumbag.”

  “Well, of course he is. But that doesn’t seem to be enough of a reason. Is it something personal?”

  Shifting uncomfortably, Nate cleared his throat. “Kinda. It’s something I don’t really want to get into.”

  “I understand.” She was quiet again, her breathing slowly evening out and he thought she was falling asleep.

  What harm would there be in telling her what Billy Diaz did to his partner? How much Diaz’s rash decisions had affected his life on a permanent basis?

  “He killed my partner a couple of years ago,” he finally admitted, his voice low. “Shot A.J. in the back. Then ran like a coward and denied doing it.”

  “Who did? You mean Billy?” She lifted her head and rested her hands on his chest so she could peer up at him. “He murdered your partner?”

  Nate nodded, fighting off the sadness that wanted to wash over him. “It was late, past two in the morning and the bars had closed. We’d been keeping watch on Diaz’s old club for a while, knowing it was a front for drug running. A snitch worked on the inside who would give us information and A.J. had been anxious that night, ready to bust him. I told him to wait, but that went against his personality. A.J. had always been about the here and now.”