by Chloe Cole
Only now did he realize exactly how poor of a substitute his hand had been for a real woman with all her smells and sounds and tastes. But it was this woman driving him crazy, this cross between a temptress and a neophyte, this beautifully innocent looking she-devil whom he’d never met before tonight, yet already felt like he knew.
Weird, definitely. But he had to see this through. To know where she would lead him.
She drew back and molded his length, almost as if she were proud of his massive erection. She’d caused it, every inch. Her swollen, shiny lips encircled him as she sank down on him again, sucking him even deeper with a low sound of satisfaction.
Warm wet pressure surrounded him. He grabbed the cushion, swearing when she swallowed more of his hard-on, dampening him from tip to base. Sweat slicked his skin and his heart slammed against his ribs but he still had some control left. Not much. Then she pressed the heel of her free hand on his stomach and scraped her nails over his flesh, his particular weakness.
He gripped a handful of her hair, less concerned about hurting her than in having something to hold onto. She sucked harder. Harder still. His vision blurred but he couldn’t take his eyes off her flushed face. Then she started making noises in her throat, little whimpers that had his cock twitching in the hot cavern of her mouth.
Too much. He was going to come, and he couldn’t, not yet. Not until he’d given her some of her own back.
Shane yanked her off him and she protested, wiping her hand over her chin. While he stared, she pulled the tips of her fingers into her mouth and teased him with the memories of what she’d done to his aching cock.
“I wasn’t finished,” she said, pouting sexily. “I’ve never—”
“What?” he asked, his tone gruff. “Never what?”
She shook her head and rose, giving him a prime view of the wetness on her thighs. He forced out a breath and clamped his fingers around his erection to try to stave off the inevitable. That she’d gotten that hot from getting him hot only made him want her more.
“Never swallowed?” he guessed as she turned away.
“Never mind,” she muttered, letting out a soft squeal when he snagged her wrist and yanked her on his lap.
“You wanted to swallow?” he said, nipping her shoulder. Just the idea made him want to shout.
This woman drove him crazy. Every bit of her. She had this whole wannabe bad girl thing going on, but she seemed so wholesome. Even if he knew that wasn’t true, something about her angelic face made him want to corrupt her. To make her his, even if he knew she wasn’t.
But right now, he could pretend. He’d already booked his flight to hell. Might as well make the trip worthwhile.
He cupped her knees, drawing them open. He smelled more of her now, that hidden aroma that never failed to ignite his lust. “Only if I can too.”
His fingers dipped into the juncture of her thighs and even prepared, he was stunned by the liquid arousal waiting for him. Soaked, drenched, none of those words did her molten pussy justice. Her lips were so hot, so engorged he couldn’t even begin to imagine how she’d feel enveloping his length. Drenching him in all that need. “Oh baby, you want me just as much as I want you, don’t you?”
She didn’t deny it. How could she?
“You’ll come in my mouth,” he said, and it wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command, one he wouldn’t allow her to refuse. His free hand slid up her soft, quivering belly to caress her breast. Her tight nipple dug into his palm and she threw back her head when he circled it, circling her swollen clit with his index finger at the same time. “Won’t you?”
She answered in moans.
“You’ll let me press my face into all that wet heat and drink until I’m not thirsty anymore, won’t you?”
She turned her head and latched her mouth onto his, nearly swallowing his tongue in her haste to get him inside her. He didn’t mind. With his throbbing cock pressed between his abs and the sweet curve of her backside, torture had taken on a whole new meaning. Exploring the depths of her eased the ache even as it fanned the flames.
She squirmed, rubbing against his hard-on and grinding down on his hand. He pushed one digit inside her, then two, finally going for the full three-finger trifecta when her enthusiastic sex sucked at him for more. She panted as he fucked her with shallow pumps. Slow, so slow. It took every ounce of his concentration not to ruin his plan to come inside her by erupting all over her very sexy back.
Her whimpers turned to moans to half-screams. But she didn’t let go until he reached down with his other hand and used his thumb on her plump bud. Then the cork inside her popped. Forget popped. It damn near exploded.
Her release showered his hand as she went wild. Hips thrashing, body quaking. Naughty words he only wished he was inventive enough to string together in just that way flying from her lips.
“Give me more.” He probed her silky folds, flicking her clit again before he inserted a single finger. She tensed, tightening around him, squeezing her thighs closed around his wrist as she leaned back to open herself to his intimate explorations. Within moments she came again, her pussy spasming while the evidence of her pleasure coated his hand.
He fumbled in the table beside them for a condom. Thank God he always stashed them in both the living room and the bedroom.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” he whispered against her cheek, her rough pants the sweetest, dirtiest music he’d ever heard.
“I’m…not…quiet.”
In one smooth move he lifted and turned her, driving her down onto the couch so that his heavy erection nestled snugly against her ass. With one hand he fought to get his jeans down enough to give him room, with the other he brought the foil packet to his teeth. As soon as he’d worked the latex over his shaft, he spread her legs and settled his cock at her hot opening.
“I meant me,” he said and plunged.
Chapter Four
Facedown on a near-stranger’s couch, the smell of sex rife in the air, Emma decided she’d lived far too sheltered a life.
She’d never even done it doggy-style. A crying shame, because from this angle said near-stranger’s cock did the most marvelous things to her G-spot. At least she assumed it was her G-spot he scraped the head of his cock over with every slow thrust. Like multiple orgasms, she’d begun to think its existence was as mythical as unicorns and elves scampering over rainbows to find pots of gold.
“Oh yeah.” Shane had the sexiest way of grunting when he pushed inside her. He felt incredible. His shaft thick and ridged, the head plump and slick. Better than any wet dream.
She pressed her cheek into the nubby fabric, inhaling him with each breath. His woodsy aftershave, the hint of sweat. Her own. His. Her fingers dug into the edge of the cushion and she arched her back more, allowing him even deeper penetration. He groaned and sank all the way in, lingering inside her, rocking slightly, making her writhe.
She wasn’t fully conscious of reaching up to pluck at her beaded nipple until he leaned down and covered her hand with his own, seizing the rigid tip as if he owned it. He drew the bud between thumb and forefinger, twisting, grinding his cock in and out in a seamless rhythm.
Mmm. Her body hummed with pleasure. But she couldn’t come again. Not yet. Maybe not tonight. She’d had her fun and—
“Oh, dear God!” That hadn’t been her screaming as he began to pummel her pussy with short, untamed thrusts. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. “Oh God, yes, that feels so damn good.”
“Hell, yeah. Open up for me, baby.” His hand came down on the small of her back, forcing her breasts into the abrasive fabric of the cushions. She whimpered in delight at the hot spear of pleasure that arced from nipple to clit. “That’s it. Go all the way down.”
His fingers punished her hips, leaving marks she’d probably treasure until they faded away. Did they have cream to prolong bruises? She’d never been roughed up by a lover before, even moderately. His hard hands inflamed her skin, causing goose bumps wherever they we
nt. He leaned forward and kissed a line down her spine. The jarring contrast between abrupt and sweet made her quiver and propelled her that much closer to the edge. Almost there.
She snuck her hand between her legs. If she were careful, he wouldn’t know she needed a little more to get off.
“Are you touching yourself?”
So much for that. “Um…no?” she ventured, curling her guilty fingers into her palm.
He snatched at her hand, drawing it back until she felt his warm lips on her flesh. From his exhalation she knew he’d sampled how much of a liar she was. “You taste better than I thought. Hot and sweet. Not at all like those words that came out of your mouth a little while ago.” He began moving faster, pumping his thighs against hers so that his balls smacked her clit. She cried out and he did it again. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come again. Hurry.”
Since he put it so nicely…
Roughly, she rubbed her clit, trying to time her movements to his. He changed his speed, going deep and holding, his cock filling her in ways she’d never imagined. She clenched tighter, then tighter still, trapping him within her, rocking just enough to let him know she was close. A heartbeat away. She flicked her clit harder, moaning every time he marked her ass with his big hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the armrest as she threw her body into his suddenly frenzied thrusts, giving herself over to the ecstasy blasting through her and shooting into him, connecting them.
Then she was coming, pleasure drowning her, leaving her weak. Possibly deaf, dumb and blind too. He followed right behind her, his shuddering body looming over hers so that she felt crushed underneath the waves of his release. He groaned, spilling himself into the condom while she pressed her face into the cushions and held on.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Finally she summoned her nerve and turned her neck to try to see him. No such luck. He’d draped himself atop her like a toppled redwood, his cock still buried in her pussy and his face tucked against her shoulder.
“Shane?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He made a noise that sounded very close to a purr, except masculine in a growly sort of way. “I’m moving,” he mumbled, lifting off her and dragging her with him.
Once she’d risen, he tugged her into a long, sensual, getting to know you kiss. She would’ve expected this kind of kiss before sex, not after. “Wanna see my bed?”
She laughed at his earnest expression. “Sure.”
He took her hand and led her across the room to a shadowy alcove. “This is it.”
She’d never seen so much stuff crammed into such a tiny area. Dresser at the foot of the bed, chair wedged beside it. Open door that led to the bathroom beside that. “I know it’s small,” he said, king of the obvious. “But I changed jobs and—”
“It’s perfect.” She leaned up to kiss him. “I never complain after a guy gives me three orgasms.” Shock raced through her and she stepped back to gape. “Holy shit. Three.”
His smile turned smug. “Technically you helped on the last one.”
“Guess I’m greedy.” She lowered herself to the mattress. At least he had a big bed, probably because a queen was the smallest size Shane could fit into. He wasn’t a little guy. Tall, broad-shouldered, enormously cocked—
She lifted a brow as he removed the remainder of his clothes and dropped to his knee beside her, his gaze roaming over her as if he’d just noticed she hadn’t gotten dressed.
“Me too,” he murmured. “Because there’s nothing more I’d like than to see you ride me. But first,” he scooted her farther up the bed and pushed her legs up, “I need to lick you.”
“Oh.” Hard to maintain your dignity when you were compressed like a deformed pretzel. Especially when you could see your lover’s well-used mouth descend to the cleft between your legs as if he were about to dine on a succulent meal. With his tongue as the fork. “Well then,” she breathed once he started to fulfill his wish.
He took his time, savoring her with long swipes that covered most of the territory from her mound to the deepest recesses of her pussy. Before long she wasn’t quite sure what his tongue—and fingers—were doing. She drifted, not aware of much but the firm mattress and the wet heat delving into one of the most private, secret entrances to her body.
For once she wasn’t embarrassed. She wanted this. Hungered for it.
Languorously, he spread her open and sucked on her clit. When she wriggled beneath him, begging him to put an end to her agony, he slipped his tongue in her channel and flexed it, sending her careening into her hardest orgasm yet.
Four.
He crawled up the mattress and rubbed his swollen lips against hers. “Now you can ride me,” he murmured, pulling her on top of him when she didn’t move.
“Can’t. Dead.”
He laughed and trailed his hands up her sides, his thumbs unerringly seeking her puckered nipples. “You can do it. It’s easy.” He opened his bedside drawer—somehow he’d fit a nightstand in there too—and flipped out a handful of condoms, which he then shoved under his pillow. Withdrawing one, he opened it and suited up quickly, tossing the wrapper into the darkness with such haste she had to laugh. “Climb on.”
She shivered. But not with desire. That would be impossible, even with Becky’s magnificent arousal drug coasting through her system.
When she didn’t move, he chuckled softly and helped himself, lifting her up and impaling her on his cock as if she weighed nothing. She fell onto his chest and he caught her mouth, twirling his tongue around hers as he gripped both cheeks of her ass and tugged her forward. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Sorry, numb from the waist down,” she said against his cheek.
He laughed again. “You won’t be in a minute. I promise. Now ride me. Nice and slow.”
She bobbed around on top of him like one of Ted’s fish, except the hook in her was more substantial than the lures her ex used. She couldn’t even open her eyes as she braced her hands on his deliciously ripped torso, but heat flared at the point of contact between their bodies just the same.
God, he was so hard again, already. She showed her gratitude for that fact by squeezing her inner muscles around his shaft. That didn’t take too much effort either. He assisted her in every way he could, pulling her toward him, drawing her away, grazing her nipples with his teeth on the return trip.
His strokes lengthened but each time he retreated without going deep. He taunted her, making her pussy chase and claim his cock like a prize. She watched them join and separate, riveted by how his latex-covered cock glistened each time she managed to lift herself from his body.
“So hot,” he murmured and she had to agree. Especially when he devoured her mouth in hungry kisses as he dragged her up and down his shaft.
Emma moaned, incoherent. There weren’t words left. Just sounds. Grunts, pants, the occasional squeal. She shuddered at the unmistakable sensation of his long fingers delving between her folds to stroke her overly sensitive clit. She dropped her head back, sure the ceiling would erupt into flames like the panorama she saw whenever she closed her eyes.
Her wetness poured over him and he grew so thick that taking him was almost as painful as it was pleasurable. Finally he hit the right spot and she came in an erotic gush, her spasms the last straw he needed to shove him into his climax.
Rearing up in bed, he grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as his cock dug so deep into her pussy she would’ve sworn they’d merged into one. She heard him shout. Felt him convulse. Then her brain blinked out.
Close to unconscious, she wilted on top of him and turned her face into his sweaty shoulder. She swallowed, trying to wet her dry throat. “I’m thirsty,” she whispered, not really sure he’d heard her.
Shane eased her aside and rolled out of bed. “What would you like? I have soda. Water. Oh and soy milk for the cat.”
She opened one eyelid. “What cat?”
“She’s probably out on the fire escape. She gets out of this sauna when it’s hot. So�
�soda?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
He came back and handed her a glass. She sipped gratefully and returned it, only dimly aware of him going back into the kitchen. A couple moments later, he crawled back into bed and pulled her against him. “Gonna sleep now.”
“Uh huh.” Without another word, she crashed.
***
Darkness. Slow, steady breathing. Comfort. Oh God, so comfortable. She arched her back, toes curling as she reveled in the toned male flesh she’d sprawled across. A dream come true.
“We shouldn't have done this, Maureen.”
The rough voice drew Emma from her post-climactic slumber with a start. She stared into the darkened bedroom that was most emphatically not her own and let the events of the previous night come back to her, stacking up end to end like dominos.
Going to the strip club. Drinking Becky's spiked drink. Feeling up the studly cop dancer. Eating nachos. Inexplicably volunteering to give him a lesson in stripping and then horror of all horrors, actually following through.
But he'd liked the show. She'd discovered the flexibility gained from years of taking classes to fill her empty Friday nights paid off handily when one dirty danced, even solo.
Best of all, she'd come. Multiple times. Hallelujah, tune up the harps. She'd fallen asleep—passed out more accurately—naked in her lover's arms, and he'd even chuckled when she’d awakened a short while later to put her underwear back on. Whether he found her false modesty or the bra and panties themselves so amusing she wasn't sure.
She'd gone to sleep happy. She'd awakened that way too, until that sexy growl in her ear had ruined her night with the capper of all insults.
He'd called her Maureen. He'd been inside her body and he didn't even know her name.
Had he lied to her? He must’ve. Who was this guy, really?
She jerked up and fumbled for the sheet, drawing it tightly to her neck. Reason numero uno why she never had one-night stands. She'd probably gone to bed with some sort of criminal. Ex-cop her ass. Next thing she knew he'd be bilking her out of her fortune and they'd find her dismembered body on the side of the highway.
