by Quinn, Taryn
When they were stretched above her head, he bent down to suck on her nipple, drawing it into his warm mouth before she even knew what had happened. By the time she figured it out, she was already limp in his hold.
“Mmm.” Not moaning took epic effort. “You’ll pay, Nolan.”
“Will I?” He nipped her flesh and flicked his tongue over the bite. “How are you going to manage that when you’re not moving from this position until my dick’s been inside you?”
He lifted his head and brought his lips hard down on hers, stealing her response. And her sanity. Before she knew what was happening, he’d divested her of her costume. He tossed it aside and ran his hands down her body territorially, his eyes shining with need. “This is all mine tonight. And I’ll use it as I see fit.”
She beat a fist halfheartedly against his back. In protest or a demand for more, she wasn’t sure. Then he dragged her headfirst into another desperate kiss and she forgot she was supposed to be the one dominating him.
He rubbed his tongue against hers, exploring her mouth as if he had hours, days, maybe even months to devote to this one thing. She could taste the caramel from her breasts and the punch from the party, an odd and memorable combination. Vaguely, she realized he’d shifted between her legs and now ground against her in a mimic of what they both yearned for. His movements slowed, dialing down until his cock hardly nudged her pussy. But even the hint of what he could give her was enough to soak them both with her arousal.
Oh God, was it ever.
“You. Have. To. Move,” she said in between mind-spinning kisses, trying to ignore the press of his erection against her sensitive center. Sense only went so far, especially when presented with temptation like this. “Condoms,” she gasped, digging her nails into his corded biceps.
“Uh huh.” Clearly unconcerned, he returned to kissing her, nibbling his way from the corner of her mouth to her cheek then over to her ear. He tugged the lobe between his teeth and probed between her thighs with his fingers, not wasting any time. With one sure stroke, he delved inside her, his tongue swirling over her ear as he pushed in and out.
“Look what you’ve been saving for me.” He licked her neck, and she let out a tortured moan. “Your pussy’s so wet, so ready for my cock. You want it, don’t you? Tell me you want it, Nik. Beg me.”
“Yes.” Her head moved back and forth over the bedding as she fought to shove more of her sex into his waiting palm. “I want it. Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Nine
Patrick’s gut twisted with need. She sounded like a siren, determined to pull him to his sensual death. He’d go willingly. Happily. And likely plead with her to do it all over again afterward.
“What? A year’s too long for you?” He fisted a handful of her hair and brought her face back front and center until her eyes were inches from his. The silence beat between them, its pulse as heavy as the heat rising between their bodies. “It was a lifetime for me. Nik…” He swallowed. Not yet. Take it easy. “God, I want you.”
Her gaze implored him and her lips shook with words unsaid. Enough answer for him.
While he still could, he rose to grab his costume. He’d been smart enough to tuck a couple condoms in the voluminous pockets and dug them out with a triumphant smile. “Planned ahead this time,” he said, returning to the bed.
“Smart boy.”
He hadn’t been so smart last year. Though he’d cornered Nikki under the stairs with one thought on his mind, he’d forgotten condoms. Luckily Nik had produced one from her bra. This time he hadn’t intended to take any chances.
“More like desperate boy.” It took two tries for him to sheath his cock. Good Christ, he was shaking. Like a virgin. Or a guy who knew he wasn’t only nailing his brother’s sexy, fun assistant. He wanted a lot more from Nikki than one night. And this was the start. If he fumbled this, if he screwed up even more than he already had by not making sure she knew which brother she was sleeping with…
“I miss you,” she said with a faint whine, and he chuckled and finished the job. He’d have plenty of time to worry later.
She spread her legs, and he settled between them, his attention riveted on her face. He dragged the head of his cock along her seam, building the anticipation. Teasing them both. “Not another year,” he said, registering her look of puzzlement an instant before he plunged.
“God, yes.” One or both of them said it. At that point their voices sounded the same in his mind.
Sinking into her warm heat, he let the sense of familiarity wash over him, steeping himself in her smells and sounds. Slowly, he started to rock. She felt just as he remembered. Soft. Pliant. Eager to match whatever he dished out. She was the perfect enthusiastic lover, more than his partner in bed.
But the urgency of her cries took him by surprise. Last year she’d moaned, but not like this. She whimpered and clutched at his arms, holding on for dear life.
He slid deep and retreated, again and again. She was so drenched and tight, fitting snugly around his cock. She wound her legs around his waist and arched into his thrusts, encouraging him to let go. To fuck her without reservation. She sliced her nails over his shoulders as she tugged him closer. So close. He lowered his face to hers and swept her up into a slumberous kiss that belied the frenetic drive of his body into hers. He drew on her tongue, tasting caramel and candy and Nikki, while he pushed her to yield to his relentless need.
“Don’t fight it.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, which had started to curl in the humidity of her bedroom. “C’mon, Nik. You know what I want.”
That he panted in between the words didn’t dilute their meaning. He wanted, needed, her to come. Soon, before he ended things faster than anticipated. She felt that damn good.
Without making a sound, she curved toward him, angling so that he hit her in a whole new way. The right way, apparently, because her eyes widened and her lips parted as her release poured over him, catching him in the vortex of spasms deep inside her. Trapped inside the unrelenting furnace of her body, he met her gaze, helpless against the urge to drop his forehead to hers. “God. Could spend forever inside you.”
“Mmm. No arguments here.”
Her purring laughter rolled over him while her aftershocks began to subside. He almost hated to feel them lessen. The only cure was to make her keep coming all night long. Maybe that way she’d feel more charitable and wouldn’t want to lop off his mini-Patrick when he finally confessed all.
He pulled out of her, grinning at her pussy’s reluctance to let him go. “You have lube?” he asked, kissing her gently when she shivered.
“Top drawer,” she said, indicating the nightstand. “But you didn’t come yet.”
“All in due time, bad kitty.” He eased away from her and groaned as he evaded her grasping hands. “Keep those to yourself. Better yet,” he stepped away and opened the drawer, “play with your pussy for me. I want you on the verge of another climax when I get back to that bed.”
“It’s two inches away.” Her lips quirked. “What am I? A miracle worker?”
But she did what he asked, spreading her lower lips with one hand and running her thumb up and down her cleft. Her residual shudders took all his attention, and it took him a moment to remember why he’d left the bed in the first place.
When he opened the drawer and saw the small tube of lube, he smiled. Beside it were two vibrators, one slim and basic, the other with bumps and contours. He grabbed the contoured one and the lube and returned to her side, lowering himself to the mattress to watch her attend to her own pleasure.
She lowered her lids to half-mast while her finger slipped inside up to the first knuckle. He stretched his hand over her stomach as she toyed with herself, enjoying her open appreciation of her own body and the way her cheeks flushed from his touch. “Pretty, sexy Nikki.”
“You’re pretty sexy yourself, Mr. Nolan.” Her eyes drifted open and she started to say more when a high-pitched screech from above nearly sent Patri
ck flying backward off the bed. She grabbed him and giggled. “It’s the bat. It’s supposed to be motion-activated, but it’s basically dead. It only goes off every ten times, and even then it’s delayed.”
He glanced up at the evil furry thing. “How charming. I can see why you want it greeting the unfortunate men who dare crawl between your sheets.”
“There aren’t any.” When he grinned, she rolled her eyes. “I mean, of course there have been some, but not in a while. Not since…”
“Last year?” He filled in softly, leaning in to cover her mouth with his. After another long kiss, she eased back.
“Yes.” With her free hand, she brushed her fingers through his hair. Her other hand never stopped moving between her legs. “That quickie sex under the stairs was all I’ve gotten in way too long.”
Even a deaf moron could have heard the regretful tinge to her voice. “So I have a lot to make up for.”
Instead of waiting for her answer, he kissed a path down her body, letting his lips wander over her collarbone and the delicate line of her shoulders, to the subtle curve of her breast and below to the peak that rose under his mouth. He bit and sucked, gauging the speed of her finger in her pussy. How easily she trusted her body to him. She didn’t hoard her pleasure but shared it with him, offering it up as a gift for them both.
He meandered down her torso, licking every inch of flesh he could before the need to explore more of her made him continue. When he reached her glistening seam, he stroked the narrow patch of brown curls. “Beautiful. Shaved women remind me of the anorexic dolls my girl cousins played with as kids.”
Her rich laughter poured over him, the basis of what he was sure would be many erotic memories of this night. She fingered the dark hair on his chest. “I like that you’re natural, too. No wax for either of us.”
“Just hot wax, right here.” He tapped her nipple. “And here.” He bent to lap at her pussy, watching her while he did so. “But not right here,” he added, chuckling at her horrified look. “I don’t have any, by the way. Just fantasizing.”
“By all means then.” Her eyes drifted shut.
“Uh uh. Got better stuff to do. And eat.” He dipped his tongue inside her lower lips, flicking up and down in silky strokes while her finger continued to lazily pump inside her.
When she started to draw her hand away, he stopped her, holding her wrist in place while he reveled in her tangy flavor. He matched slow swipes of his tongue and careful nips of teeth with husky words of praise, telling her just how good she tasted, how much he wanted to fuck her again.
He reached down to work his cock as he ate her, finally moving to the end of the bed so he could push her legs up to her chest and sample her puckered hole. While he nibbled, he opened the lube and squeezed some on his finger. She cried out at the press of his mouth, but she moaned when his mouth became his lubed digit.
“Keep fingering yourself,” he said, delighted at her instant response. He waited until her thrusts gained speed then continued his own explorations, inching the tip of his finger past the muscles that bunched to keep him out. “Don’t tense up. This won’t hurt.”
“That’s what you say.”
He laughed and bit her thigh. “Want me to get that whip?”
“No.” She moaned and shuddered as she opened more to him. “Yes. I want anything you want to do to me.”
He groaned and reclaimed his dick, pulling it hard. He’d have to get inside her again soon or he’d shoot off on her shiny floor. “Christ, you’re hot.”
“And horny.” Proving that point, she circled her thumb over her clit and wiggled her ass at him.
He didn’t hesitate. His finger crept in farther, sliding in and out in patient glides. When she started moving toward his hand, he let go of his cock and reached for the vibrator. After giving it the lube treatment, he pushed it inside her pussy. The finger between her cheeks resumed its strokes as he flicked on the toy, and her hips lifted straight off the bed.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
He kept up his efforts in both places, gauging her response while he tested different levels of pressure. Her wetness slipped out to coat the vibrator, and he leaned forward to get as much of it as he could in his mouth. She writhed on the mattress, her hands cupping her breasts. With a couple more licks, she relaxed enough for him to slip another finger into her ass. One quick flex and her moans broke over him in an endless wave. Damn, the woman took sexy to a whole new realm.
Another brief flex and she came hard, her contracting sex clenching the toy. So incredibly hot. The vibrator blocked him from fully tasting the release showering his chin so he cast it aside.
Patrick sipped at her pussy, swallowing the proof of her arousal until she whimpered and nudged his head away. But his fingers still explored her tight little ass, and his erection still ached. He didn’t think he’d ever been this hard—or this concerned about treading gently. Nikki meant so much to him. She wasn’t just a quick fuck. He wouldn’t do anything to rush her.
She stayed still for so long that he began to wonder if she’d fallen asleep. Then she braced her heels on the bed and started to push back against him, her inner tissues stretching to accommodate his careful invasion of her ass.
“What’re you waiting for?” she whispered. “You know I want you there.”
He let out a breath and kissed his way up her body, spending time on her sensitive clit and the tender skin just below her navel. Once he’d worked up to her face, he dropped kisses all along her jaw then pushed off her to kneel between her thighs. “Turn over for me, baby.”
She smiled and flipped until she was on all fours. Her heart-shaped butt bounced enticingly, but he ignored it while he picked up her vibe. “Those bunny ear things work?” he asked, more than a little breathlessly.
“Mmm-hmm.” She took the toy and demonstrated, her back arching with obvious enjoyment.
“Keep it on. Low. Don’t want you to come again so soon.”
He squeezed out more lube on his condom-covered cock and around her hole, working in his fingers again before he gripped his cock. When he slid them away, he breached her quickly but shallowly, his own style of ripping off a bandage. Her sharp intake of breath made him curse, especially since she felt so amazing. Dammit. Don’t push her. Just as he began to retreat, she backed against him in silent encouragement.
He swallowed and gripped her ass cheeks. Slow. Go slow.
Every millimeter he sank, more of him was lost to her. More of his body, more of his heart. He traveled deeper until he reached the hilt, then eased back and did it again, gaining speed, searching for a rhythm that wouldn’t make him lose it before the bunny ears vibrating against her pussy had a chance to work their magic. But he’d gone so long without coming and this was his dream girl, the woman who haunted his nights and tormented his days.
His lungs cramped with the need for oxygen, but he couldn’t suck in enough. Every muscle clenched and his skin stretched too tight. The toy pleasuring her became his pleasure as well, the vibrations traveling through her and making his balls throb. The subtle pulse of the vibe seemed to fixate on the head of his erection before icy hot tingles erupted along his length. Fuck yeah.
His body drew taut. Ready. Her growing moans proved he wasn’t alone. She was right there with him. The ecstasy just out of reach would be shared between them both.
His control vanished, replaced with endless, blinding need. He threw back his head. “Nikki.” Her name burst from his throat, a guttural plea.
She bowed up, grinding against him with soft pleas of her own. The climax bulleted through him, taking his vision and his ability to hold back in one sure shot. He flexed his hips and pounded into her, giving into the intense spiral of sensations he couldn’t fight any longer. Right now she was his in every way. Mine.
The last thing he heard, thought he heard, was a single word as she joined him in orgasm. “Patrick.”
Ten
Waking up in Patrick’s arms early—very ea
rly—the next morning? Heaven. Hearing him snore softly next to her ear? So damn sweet. Sure, she’d probably get annoyed if that sound greeted her on a daily basis, but she was willing to take the chance. She didn’t intend to ask him to move in or anything, but a nice, semi-committed dating relationship with equally nice, semi-often sleepovers and naked playdates worked just fine for her.
Nikki sighed and stroked his shoulder. She loved touching him. When she could hear his heartbeat and absorb the warmth of his skin under her palm, she could relax. All worries of what would happen next faded away. Best of all, she could lean up and kiss him awake and smile at his sleepy chuckle.
“Hey, you. Morning already?”
“Yeah.” She snuggled against him and wrapped her arms securely around his waist. He was solidly built, a man’s man. In every way. A wicked grin crossed her face.
He tipped up her chin. “What’s with the gleam in the eye?” He groaned. “Again?”
“Maybe.” She ran her hand down his chest to stroke his not-so-sleepy cock. “Should I get out my whip?”
He let out a long hiss of breath. “Baby, that whip almost killed me last time.”
“I know.” She reached under the covers and patted his tight ass. She’d watched it saunter past her desk way too many times and knew exactly how good he looked in jeans. “Especially since I’d like to smack it right here, right on these firm cheeks.”
“God, stop. Don’t put those pictures in my head. Not when we need to talk.”
Her heart fluttered. Uh oh. Here we go. “Why?”
His brows drew together. “What do you mean, why? Because we do.”
“It’s Halloween.” Well, not anymore, but she didn’t want to talk and that seemed as good a reason as any. “Talking’s basically prohibited on that day. It’s just for having fun and having—”
