by Sable Hunter
“Yes, please.” Emma tensed when Josh’s fingers tangled in her hair, drawing her face near to his, a blistering hot curl of anticipation warmed her core. Every instinct she possessed told her he was looking into her eyes and she would’ve given her soul to gaze into his.
“Emma,” Josh whispered, “are you sure you want this?” He knew he was repeating himself, but she was so different from other women, he felt the need to treat her differently.
“Yes, more than you could ever know. Are you sure?”
Josh couldn’t contain a smile. He couldn’t remember a woman ever asking him if he was in the mood before. “Oh, hell yeah, I’m sure. Let’s seal the deal with a kiss.” With no further ado, his hand slid to the nape of her neck, pulling her forward. Emma’s heart skipped a beat as his mouth descended and his lips began their magic – nipping, licking, brushing against hers. She placed her hands on his chest, pressing closer, leaning against him, the hardness and power of his body making her feel wonderfully helpless, so like the dreams she cherished all alone in her bed.
But this was real, this was no dream and Emma was on fire.
Josh took control, tracing the seam of her lips, breaching them once he coaxed hers apart. Breathless, she opened for him, welcoming his kiss with a hungry sweep and slide. For a moment she just accepted, taking what he gave her. Elation almost paralyzed Emma – she was being kissed by a man who had been nothing but good to her, a man who seemed to want her even if she’d bought his time at a bachelor auction.
And it was good. So good that she surrendered and began to kiss him back, a wild tangle of breath and lips. Emma strained toward him, holding him tight, pulling on the long hair at the base of his neck. She groaned, overwhelmed by his touch, his taste.
When his lips left hers, she whimpered, trying to pull him back. Josh chuckled, brushing her lips with his again, teasing her as she opened her mouth, wanting more. He didn’t make her wait long, clutching her tighter, he sank in, deeper than before.
Kiss. Withdraw. Tease. Kiss.
“Oh, more, more,” she pleaded, pressing her palms flat over his heart. Heat was pooling below her waist, her nipples were beading and she was desperate for anything else he would give her.
Josh was in heaven. He loved this part – the discovery, the flirting, the teasing. He kissed her long and wet – slow and deep – fast and furious, their tongues twisting, mating. He heard a desperate growling sound and realized it was coming from his own throat. Breaking the kiss, he skimmed his lips from her mouth to her neck, licking and nipping on the silky skin over the spot where her pulse fluttered in excitement.
“Josh?” Emma whimpered, inhaling raggedly, her body pressing against his in a primal request.
“Mmmm, yea,” he groaned. “I think you’re ready for more.” He pulled on the tiny string holding the dress on one shoulder, then tugged on that intriguing curtain of lace, pulling it down past a pair of plump breasts, creamy white and dusted with freckles, all that sexy bounty barely contained within a lacy bra. “Pretty, very pretty. Stand up and turn around.”
Emma did so and Josh pulled the zipper down, allowing the dress to drop and pool at her feet. The only underwear she wore was a barely-there scrap of silk – white bikinis with a picture of a cowboy’s lasso on her heart-shaped rear. He smiled, then gently turned her so he could see the front. “So Many Cowboys, So Little Rope. Damn sexy. A woman after my own heart, I love the saying.”
“Are they pretty? Avery gave them to me.”
“They’re better than pretty, they’re hot as hell.” He skimmed one finger beneath the top and drew it out, popping the elastic, and making her shiver. “Avery has good taste, honey, but you’re the one who fills these to perfection.”
“Thank you.” She knew her voice sounded squeaky, Emma wasn’t really nervous, she was…excited. “What’s next? Can I touch you?”
Emma held out her hand and Joshua took it. His cock jerked and thickened at the thought of her hands on him. “Yea, let me get out of these clothes and I’ll do my best to show you a good time.”
Emma sat back down, wanting what he offered, yet wishing he didn’t make it sound so…impersonal. How could sex be impersonal when it was the most intimate act in the world? When she felt the mattress give beneath his weight, she held her breath knowing he was so near.
“Here, lie down next to me.” Josh let his hand slide down her arm, twining his fingers with hers. “There are straps on the headboard and footboard. Are you into being restrained?”
Emma eased back on the bed, her body rolling toward his slightly. “You don’t have to tie me down, I wasn’t going to try and get away. Is the light on?”
Her question brought him up short. He’d almost forgotten she couldn’t see him. “I want to see all of you. You’re beautiful, laid out for me like a feast for the senses. Kiss me.”
Emma let her body relax against his. Her arms were between them, her hands clenched into fists, mostly to keep from grabbing onto him and never letting go. When his lips found hers, she felt chill bumps bloom on her body.
Mouth on mouth, skin on skin, fire shot straight to his cock. Wrapping an arm around her back, he pulled her body close, encouraging her to move her hands so he could feel the press of her breasts on his chest. Her mouth moved tentatively over his, lips barely brushing, her breath mixing with his, sending tingles of awareness all over his body. With a groan of arousal, he took more, deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue in to twine with hers, then licking and sucking on that pouty lower lip. He couldn’t help but smile in the midst of the kiss when she gave a small gasp of surprised pleasure. Even through her bra he could feel her heart kicking against her chest. “Sexy, very sexy, Miss Emma. You’re beautiful.”
Emma’s head spun. She pulled back just a little, catching her breath. Josh still clasped her close and she could feel his manhood between them. He’d said she was beautiful. Emma closed her sightless eyes. “You make me feel beautiful.”
Her admission touched him. As he held her close, Josh gazed at her face, the way her lips were parted, the way her pulse was pounding in that soft sweet place at the base of her throat. He knew she wanted him, he could tell. But there was no flirting, no vamping, no teasing. All he saw was an intense longing, a hungry need simmering just under the surface of her emotions. “Want more?”
“I want it all.”
“All it will be.” Josh was more than ready. Not only was he aroused beyond belief, there was a building haze in the back of his mind, a growing fog brought on by the pain meds and the alcohol he’d just consumed. Not smart, but he could handle it. He’d handled worse. Reaching for a lock of her claret colored hair, he wrapped it around his fist and anchored her down for another kiss.
Emma lost herself in the moment. He tasted so good, white wine and alpha male. This was it! She was living one of Avery’s romance stories. She’d stepped right into the middle of a Sable Hunter novel. When his tongue swept into her mouth, she captured it and sucked on it, loving the way he groaned at her actions. His response thrilled her, she slid her lips from his to move down and across his jaw, licking the scruff of beard she found there. When he shuddered in her arms, she let herself go and sank her teeth into his flesh, biting the skin of his neck.
“Fuck, baby,” Josh growled, pushing her to her back, sliding his hand up her thigh, to the top of her panties, pulling them down. “Lose the bra.”
Too excited to be shy, Emma raised up and reached behind her back to undo the clasp. She couldn’t wait to feel this man’s hands on her body. “I love this,” she whispered.
“Come back here.” Josh urged her down, his hands resuming their exploration. He ran his fingers over her skin as if he was reading Braille – learning her, familiarizing himself with every nuance of her body. Her breath hitched when she felt a hand delve between her legs, caressing the previously untouched folds. Brushing his thumb over her mound, he teased her of things to come as he licked and nibbled his way from her collarbone to the upper
swells of her breasts. “You have magnificent tits,” he muttered as he buried his face in her cleavage, turning his head to nuzzle first one breast and then the other.
Lush. Firm. God, she was soft. He was so turned on it was painful. Flicking his tongue over one nipple, he grinned when she moaned his name. Taking the tip between his teeth, he swirled his tongue around her, then nipped, loving the way she shook and whimpered. His little bartender had hidden depths; she was responsive beyond belief. He couldn’t wait to make her cum.
Needing to touch, Emma ran her hands over his shoulders and back, down to his waist, then up to cradle his head to her chest. He was driving her wild, sucking at her breasts, biting at her nipples, pulling and drawing on her tender flesh until she couldn’t be still. There was a restless, needy emptiness between her thighs. All she could do was move her hips in a seeking desperate fashion, praying that he’d touch her there before she exploded on her own. “Josh, I need, I want…”
“Patience, Miss Emma.” Grasping both her hands with his, he pulled them above her head and held them there. “God, you look amazing.” Her back arched, thrusting her breasts upward as if beseeching his mouth to find them again. He was mesmerized by their pale beauty, the distended tips moist from his lips and reddened by the attention he’d given them. Her hair was spread out on the pillow, she was a gorgeous sight to behold.
“I’ve been patient – for years,” she said breathlessly.
“Awww, I don’t believe that,” he murmured as he used his free hand to open her thighs, slipping his fingers into her soft folds, loving how her eyelids fluttered closed as she surrendered to his touch. When he began to rub her, he found she wasn’t as ready for him as he’d expected, so he sought to make her so. “I love to touch you, baby. You’re so soft, so sweet. I can’t wait to sink inside, to feel your pretty pussy hugging my cock.” As he crooned practiced words, Josh found her clit and began to circle it, rubbing round and round. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was give a woman pleasure.
The feelings that threatened to swamp Emma were so new, so overwhelming, so big that she didn’t know if her body could contain them. Part of her wanted to be embarrassed, after all she was so blatantly on display, so exposed, so available to whatever he wanted to do to her…but she couldn’t be, a greater part of her reveled in his touch, his fingers on her clitoris, his mouth at her breast.
Josh Long was a master of sex. He knew just what to do and how to do it. As he played Emma’s body like a musician coaxing a haunting melody from a beautiful instrument, he gauged her level of arousal by the movement of the muscles beneath her skin, by the way she undulated and writhed beneath his calculated caress. As he petted and kissed, he felt her body began to ready itself for him – she quivered, a rhythmic shudder that betrayed her need. Then the hot button between her legs began to bud, to swell, to throb. He dipped his finger lower, finding an answering echo, the creamy evidence that he could manipulate her body to do exactly what he needed it to do.
She was almost there. Almost ready. Almost wasn’t good enough.
Josh wanted her desperate.
Moving down the bed, he showered kisses over her abdomen. But when he would’ve gone lower, she stopped him. “Josh, I don’t want to wait.”
Huh? Not many women said no to oral sex. “Are you sure? I’m damn good.” Hell, he was legendary. Accounts of his trips downtown had been penned into sonnets.
“No, I need you.”
That was all it took. He was a man. If she needed his cock, he’d give it to her. Grabbing his pants, he fished a condom from his pocket, rolling it on. Coming over her, he found a position that was comfortable for his knee. “Open your legs wider,” he directed as he placed his cock into position. “Hold on to me.” When he felt her fingers digging into his biceps, he thrust in hard. She tensed under him, trembling. Christ, she was tight. Wet. Hot. So tight she had him in a choke hold. “Fuck me,” he groaned. “Okay?”
“Josh, oh, Josh,” she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders as her hips flexed, every movement she made fisted his cock. He had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head.
Working in and out of her, Josh closed his eyes and let his body float on a cloud of ecstasy. God, he loved to fuck. This was reason enough to live. Who needed food, air, or water? A hot tight pussy was all the sustenance he needed. “Feel good?” Her only answer was to toss her head and grip him tighter, her breasts heaving. “Put your legs around me.”
She obeyed, raising them to clasp around his waist.
Josh felt his control slipping, the desperation to cross the finish line pressing him. Harder and harder, faster and faster, his powerful body moved the whole bed as he fucked her. The bedsprings squeaked, the headboard pounded the wall in time with the rhythm of the drum beat throbbing through the speakers. Her breasts bounced, the nipples grazing his chest with every plunge. A red-hot wave of erotic energy seared every fiber of his being. Josh was being burned alive.
“You with me?” he grated out the words.
“I’m here.” Emma answered, not sure what he was asking, but knowing whatever he wanted – she would give it. She’d never felt this way. She’d never dreamed she could feel this way. So full. So taken. So possessed. So near - -
Josh was so close; he could feel the flames. Grasping one of Emma’s legs, he lifted it, allowing him to angle deeper. “You ready?” He knew he sounded desperate, but he was just about to be too far gone to hold back.
“So ready,” she answered, kissing his neck. Wild for him, she bit the strong cord, using her tongue to lessen the sting.
Feeling the unexpected nip of the vixen’s teeth, the erotic implications went right to his cock. Unable to stop it, he moaned low and deep, jerking and bucking against her body, emptying himself inside of her. “My God.” He shook, collapsing on top of her, his body damp with exertion. If he hadn’t been so zonked from the meds and the hardest orgasm of his life, it might have hit him then that she was still seeking, straining, tightening around him as if she’d missed something but just didn’t know what.
“God, that was good.” He rolled away and made for the bathroom, stripping off the condom. Tossing it into the trashcan, he made his way back to the bed. “I’m in no condition to drive home. I don’t think Isaac will mind, but I’m going to crash here and get up early in the morning and go home.”
He’d been rubbing his eyes as he walked, resolving that he’d be more careful with the pills next time. Josh didn’t really like the way they made him feel. Detached. Removed. Hell, if sex with Emma had been this good when his responses were tamped down with pain killers, how amazing would it be without them. Maybe they could go for a second round in the morning. He’d just been about to offer an invitation when he noticed she was up and dressed. “You going?”
“Oh, yea, I need to leave.”
“Can you make it?”
“Oh, sure. I’ve made the trip a thousand times. I could do it with my eyes shut,” she teased, really needing to escape as quickly as she could. “Thank you, I enjoyed myself.” She gave him a big smile. “I appreciate you very much. It was money well spent.”
CHAPTER SIX
Josh stood in Isaac’s dungeon, naked as a jay-bird, after the best fuck of his life and wondered what in the hell had just happened. Emmalyn Zachary had left him, giving a quick little speech about needing to get up early. Wasn’t that his line?
Should he go after her? Walk her home? Fuck, he was naked and by the time he could get a pair of pants on she could already be safely shut in that little tin-can of hers, behind the bar. “Damn, damn.” He’d think about it more tomorrow, right now he needed sleep.
Taking only the time needed to set the alarm on his phone, Josh crawled beneath the covers and surrendered to slumber.
…Across the way, Emma sat on the edge of her bed, arms clasped around her, Fergus at her side. She’d stumbled home, stepped on a rock and almost sprained her ankle. Leaning forward, she rested her he
ad on her knees, her whole body still shaking with emotion. “What did I do?” A strangled little laugh sounded pitiful in the silence.
She’d gone to bed with a man she barely knew. She’d given him complete access to her body. She’d kissed him, let him suckle at her breast, taken him into her body - - and the sad thing? It hadn’t even been his choice. She’d compelled him to do it. Yea, she’d done a lot of things. The one thing she hadn’t done?
She hadn’t cum.
Nada.
No orgasm. No climax. No rocking of her world.
Oh, she’d been close. And she couldn’t say that the experience hadn’t been enjoyable. Emma sighed, stretched out on the bed and hugged her pillow close. Loving Joshua Long had been intense and hot, an out-of-body erotic experience that left her teetering on the edge of the unknown, a desperate clawing for ecstasy that had gone unfulfilled.
Emma had heard about guys having blue balls when they’d been left hanging. She didn’t know what part of her was blue, but whatever the female equivalent was – she had it.
The only thing she knew was that she’d had sex with a guy and the world hadn’t ended. So, Emma fully intended to do it again. And this time she’d have a little heads-up, a little foresight into what she should and shouldn’t do. For example, she’d invite the guy over for dinner. Being on her home turf would make everything easier. Another thing…she’d let him go down on her. From all she’d read and heard, nothing felt better than a man kissing you between your legs. But next time – she hoped it would be a mutual thing. No more bachelor auctions for Emma. She wanted the next guy she slept with to be there because there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Stretching out on the bed, Emma nestled down into the covers. Her dark world gave her an undeniable opportunity to reflect on the details of her dream-like evening. She pressed her fingers to her lips which still throbbed from Josh’s kiss. There was a raw, quaking need that still ached in her core. She remembered how he’d thrust into her, how he’d made himself at home between her thighs. The long, slow, irresistible slide of him moving in and out of her body. “Oh, my God,” she whispered. Emma felt regret because she hadn’t touched him, the hard pulsing part of him that had invaded her, stretched her, yet left her only wanting more.
