Baby. The feminist in her demanded he stop calling her that. The woman writhing beneath the hot stroke of his tongue melted under the sexual nuance in his voice and wanted him to keep saying it. Groaning it as he fucked her. Just the image flashing through her head sent wild need scrambling through her body.
He touched already highly-sensitized flesh. Her heartbeat hammered, her breath coming quickly. Please, she couldn’t stand this anymore. She wanted—
His tongue touched her through her panties. Oh. Oh God “Vic.”
He glanced up, and their gazes locked in the dimness. “Want me to stop?”
“No.” Never.
He slipped his fingers into her panties and with one quick movement they snapped right off her hips, and he tossed them aside. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t look sorry.
Holy—
He’d just ripped her panties off. Heat shot through her center, and a rush of moisture between her legs said it all. Her cheeks flushed, her heart pounded. A litany ran through her head.
Now, Vic. Now.
His eyes glittered with hunger, and he dipped his head. For long moments he tasted her, licking with soft attention around her wetness. And she was so very aroused. As if he knew her desperation, he swept his touch over her clit. She gasped, moaned as he stimulated her with long, slow licks and fast, hot brushes. Clutching at the sheets, she gasped, panted, begged for relief. She spread her thighs wider, lifted her hips, bucked under the never-ending delicious torture.
Lucy almost cursed him. Instead, when he moaned against her flesh and stuck his tongue inside her, she came apart. She screamed. A long, high, whimpering sound as her body writhed in sweet fulfillment. As she tumbled from the peak, he slid two fingers deep into her sensitive flesh. She gasped as he moved his fingers back and forth inside her. He settled his tongue on her clit, fluttered gently as he caressed her inside. Before she could say one word in utter amazement, she climaxed again. Heat surged up from her pulsing center and spread up through her chest and face in a glorious pleasure. She whimpered in bone-melting ecstasy.
“Lucy, I can’t wait any longer. I want you.” His voice asked for fulfillment, the guttural, husky quality sending a delicious thrill through her.
As she came down from the fire, he moved to the bed beside her. She reached for the bedside drawer. After fishing out the condom box and handing it to him, she waited. The box tore, he made quick work of it, and before she knew it he had returned to her.
She knew this time would be quick and dirty, a testament to pure sexual desire. Later, perhaps much later, they’d slow it way down.
Vic lowered his hips between her thighs as he braced above her on his forearms. He kissed her as his cock head touched her aroused center. With steady but gentle deliberation, he pushed within. His thickness spread her wide and deep until he touched something inside her that set off a firestorm of sensation. She whimpered with delight, caught up in a new sensation. No man before Vic had ever fit her like this, filled her so tightly, so full and deep. Lucy wriggled and groaned softly. He didn’t move, held in place with a patience she hadn’t expected. It was so good, so right, so much more than anything she’d experienced before this moment.
“God, you feel so good,” he said. “Oh, yeah.” Vic’s breathing came faster, his voice thick with an unguarded emotion that made her arousal grow higher.
She clutched at his shoulders, arched her hips, and he moved in reaction. He sucked a breath inward as she moved once more, trying to urge him into motion. He refused, spreading her legs wider and settling deeper into her core. Once more he kissed her and stirred his hips against her, moving his cock with short, urgent thrusts. The pleasure astonished her, made her cry out as first one nudge then the other threatened to detonate her with nothing more than a harder thrust. Still, he wouldn’t. Vic’s relentless movements stayed slow and careful, teasing her into a frenzy.
Lucy tore her mouth from his as pleasure multiplied. Almost without warning orgasm swallowed her whole and a sharp cry left her throat.
She opened her eyes and caught his feral stare, eyes almost as dark as midnight, the darkness in the room unable to hide his urgent expression. He closed his eyes as he moved into a faster rhythm, control snapped and all bets were off. The thrust and drag of him inside her surged to her womb, made it impossible to find any bearings. And she didn’t want to. Lucy tumbled as he thrust harder and demanded a finish for them both. She clutched him, gripped him so hard it could have hurt. Vic picked up speed as their bodies writhed against one another. Orgasm rose, moved higher, drew her into the clouds where it burst over her with sharp intensity.
Vic managed to stop but just barely.
He wanted to see her expression, and in the dim light he caught her. Her eyes were closed, pure bliss evident as her pussy clenched and released him in strong, muscular rhythms. He wanted to see her, feel her coming on him again. Determined, he held back the driving primal need to explode. He pushed up on his palms, the better to thrust. Vic increased the pace, thrusting harder, moving until his body pounded, exertion tightening his muscles. Desperate sounds, breathy, urgent murmurs left her throat. He powered into her until soft screams of pleasure left her throat. She trembled around him, and that was it. He burst, shuddering, growls of fierce orgasm ripping him apart.
Chapter Five
Vic sank upon Lucy only for a second, then quickly pulled from her and rolled to the side. He left her and headed to the bathroom. When he returned a short time later, feeling pleasure still pinging in his muscles, she’d pulled covers up to her chin and huddled under them like a lost waif. The sight of her staring at the ceiling gave him a sinking feeling. Maybe she already regretted the sex. He didn’t expect to care so much, but damned if he didn’t. He slid into the bed and didn’t waste any time drawing her into his arms. She stiffened as he slid his hand down her back and kissed her forehead. A shiver slid up and down her body. She burrowed closer and the sensation of her warm palm on his chest felt so damn good. He kissed her forehead, loving the silky softness.
“You okay?” Another concern belted him. “Was I too rough?”
She laughed softly. “I’m better than okay. And no, you weren’t rough. You were…we were eager.” The words came out stilted, as if she might feel embarrassed by what she’d said.
Her palm slid up his chest again as he rolled onto his back and took her with him. The feeling of her soft body against his made him crazy. He wanted to make love again, and that surprised him. It wasn’t like he was nineteen again. His palm slid over her back, wanting to generate the heat inside her that would bring her higher than before.
She shifted out of his arms until she sat beside him. He almost groaned. She sat cross-legged. He couldn’t keep his gaze off that soft pussy with the tangle of dark hair. He wanted to be inside there once more, shoving deep, fucking her until she broke over him in a wave and he felt her clenching tight. He blinked and forced his gaze up to her waist and then her breasts where his attention snagged once more. When he finally managed to look at her face, she was staring back with a pensive look. Not a glare, not a grin. Her quiet worried him.
“You don’t like to cuddle?” he dared to ask.
Lucy swallowed hard. “I love to cuddle. But…”
How could she say it? What did she want to say? This beautiful—no scratch that—hunk of rugged man had her tied in knots. She would never have guessed in a million years that when she went looking for a one-night stand she’d come up with old acquaintance Victor Moore and he’d be in the dreaded military. No way. Seemed like the night had more than one surprise in store. The sex, no frills, down-and-dirty action had blown her away. The vulnerable part of her ached, wanting more of the same and yet she was terrified to tell him what she honestly thought. After all, this was a one-night stand. No frills, no guarantee of a happily-ever-after.
The way he looked at her though, made her blood run hot. He looked her over with such blatant admiration and desire, she couldn’t believe it. Inste
ad of falling asleep or seeming uninterested, he wanted to cuddle. This was too much. Too good to be true. She could still be honest.
“It was fantastic, Vic. I…well, I’ll be honest. I’ve never had sex that good before.”
His eyes widened, and a big smile crossed his mouth. “I’m glad to hear it.”
She didn’t want to think about how many women might have enjoyed his body. From head to toe, he was the most gorgeous man flesh she’d ever seen. Her gaze snagged on his cock, which stayed half-erect. His strong thighs, calves and big feet went well with everything else about him. Big and yet gentle. As she looked, that cock grew erect again. Fully, happily ready to do the deed. She swallowed hard once more. My, my, my. She wanted more and fully intended to experience it before she walked away. Lucy didn’t intend though, to let small talk ruin the mood.
Moving closer, she leaned over and wrapped her hand around his cock. She drew upward to feel the strength behind his steel. Without hesitation, she closed her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked.
He gasped and his eyes closed. “Holy Christ.”
She smiled, then set to work. Lucy worked him, drawing her hand up and down from base to tip, her mouth acting as a constant tantalizer, tongue swirling, flirting with his flesh. He tasted musky and delicious and she wanted more. She gloried in his reaction. The man didn’t mind showing his true appreciation. He gasped, he groaned and clutched at the sheets.
Then he proceeded to curse. Slowly. Precisely. Gritting each word through his teeth as she was spurred into torturing him.
He growled. “Fuck.”
She licked his tip.
His hips surged upward. “Jesus, honey.”
She sucked him into her mouth all the way to her throat.
Vic’s body started to tremble, and she knew she had him.
He groaned. “God!”
She wanted it all, wanted to make him forget this was for one night. She pursued his needs relentlessly, hotly, unwilling to go halfway. Her body followed in kind, growing wetter and aching for him inside her.
“Wait,” he gasped.
He flipped her onto her back. Vic feasted on her, tasting her earlobes, her neck, her cheeks and chin. His movements went slowly, a relentless itinerary of her body. He kissed the hollow of her throat, then paraded across her breasts with sensual attention. By the time he’d mapped her belly and settled between her legs, she thought she’d scream. With hot kisses, he painted her pussy lips with one delicate stroke and then another until she writhed like a madwoman needing release.
“Please, Vic.” She gasped as he flicked his tongue over her clit. “I want you.”
He reached for a condom he’d tossed on the bed. He tore it open and in record time sheathed himself with protection. He urged her to get on her hands and knees. She’d never cared for this position, but then her previous two lovers—her only lovers before Vic—hadn’t been interested whether she enjoyed a good time or not. Perhaps this time…
With slow deliberation, he sank one finger deep inside her. He tested her, moaned softly when he realized she was wet and ready. He centered, then pushed. Lucy couldn’t hold back a soft sound of approval as that thick cock spread her open. He’d driven her to the wild edge, hanging her by a thread, and relief was in sight. Then, slower than she expected, he made love to her. The rhythm was primitive, a back and forth that drove her to the top of a long climb. Every touch promised more, and as she pushed back against him, her body took over from her mind. No going back. No waiting. She came with a startled cry, amazed by the force and quickness of her release.
“Oh, yeah.” His low, guttural expression fired up her arousal.
But he wouldn’t let her down. Vic caressed her back, her shoulders. His breathing was harsh as he gave her everything and came with a harsh shout. His entire body shuddered as he came and came and finally held her close, his heavy body draping over hers.
They didn’t fall asleep. They lay with Vic spooned behind her, his body hot and reminding her that one-night-stand sex wasn’t supposed to be this good. She didn’t know how long they lay there without a word.
He trailed his fingers down her stomach and over her mound, and his touch found her clit with unerring accuracy. She couldn’t hold back a sigh of pleasure as she parted her legs enough to allow him full access. As he teased her clit into a sweet, throbbing point, orgasm teased her. She couldn’t get there. She writhed, she moaned.
“Vic.” The word came out in breath frustration. “Please.”
She heard him fumbling with a condom wrapper, and seconds later his cock found home deep inside her. He pumped slow and deep, the motion sliding along super sensitive areas that screamed for more attention. He gave it. For long moments they moved with a simple dance, a dance the promised and delivered. With gathering force, the beat grew until they couldn’t sustain waiting any longer. Her body clenched and released over his with small, exquisite spasms. She shivered, and with another thrust, he growled softly, quaked, and went still.
She panted. “Insatiable?”
He grunted. “God, yes. With you I guess I am.”
She groaned and sat up. The clock read three am. They’d been at it for almost three hours. She smiled with satisfaction.
“That was…” What could she say? “Nothing’s ever happened to me quite like this.”
“A one-night stand?”
It dawned on her that she didn’t want this to be for one night, but they hadn’t agreed to more. They hadn’t said that after tonight they’d see each other again. “Never for this long. I mean….”
“You’ve never had sex this long or you’ve never had a one-night stand before?”
“Yes to both. Most men I know can’t…you know. Do it this many times in such a short time.”
“Like I told you, I’m not like any guy you’ve known.”
Humor laced his voice, and a soft, slight arrogance that surprised her. So maybe he wasn’t Mr. Perfect after all. “You know you’re good in bed?”
“A few women have said so.”
“So have you slept with a lot of women?”
He didn’t speak at first, but his body stiffened. He released her and propped up on one elbow. She turned to face him. In the low light he was a god, a rugged, rough god on par with any lover she’d imagined in her dreams.
“Depends on what you mean by a lot? Have you slept with a lot of men?”
Lucy hadn’t expected that comeback. “You answer the question first.”
He sighed, his mouth quirking up at the corners. “Six women.”
Her mouth opened and spoke before her brain engaged. “Six?”
Vic snorted. “Is there something wrong with the fact I’ve slept with six women?”
“No, of course not.”
“Uh-huh.” He didn’t sound quite like he believed her. “That’s not a lot of women considering the number of women who’ve asked me to sleep with them.”
Holy crap. Her mouth popped open. Women would throw themselves at him. Of course they would. Vic had a charisma that lacked obnoxious arrogance but screamed double-digit confidence. A walk that said don’t-mess-with-me, a body sculpted by the gods, and rugged good looks that would make angels faint. She’d known other men with similar qualities, but none of them drew her like this man did. None of them made her warm, happy, feel protected and understood like Vic did. She still didn’t believe her good luck.
“How many have asked you to sleep with them?”
He made a small, exasperated noise. “Several. It started while I was at West Point. There were women throwing themselves at us like we might have some superpower sex or something. One guy called it the Warrior Syndrome. Women who get horny over men they consider heroes or someday heroes. It turns some women on. They smell testosterone and it switches on their ovaries.”
His blunt talk, so different from the seduction, from the hot but gentle persuasion, gave her pause.
Is that what she’d done? Wanting a sexual release but falling
into the trap of being turned on by a lie? Did he think she was like those women? “You guys were being used as sex machines.”
“Yep.”
“What did you think of the women?”
“I didn’t pay much attention to it. I was too busy trying to study.”
“And you never had sex with any of them?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Oh.
In some ridiculous way she’d built him up in her mind on short acquaintance, made him less human, less real. Maybe she’d been looking for a hero that didn’t exist.
She pulled the covers up to her chin, suddenly cold. “Am I number six?”
He rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. “Yes.”
They sank into quiet for a moment, awkwardness she suspected started when she’d begun questioning him. But why shouldn’t she ask questions and Vic answer? Didn’t she have a right to know if she was making another monumental mistake with a military man?
That tiny suspicion-o-meter went off in her head and started to wear away at her confidence in the situation.
“So how many men have you slept with?” he asked after the silence.
She drew in a breath, knowing she had to confess. “Three. You’re number three. Number one was my boyfriend in college. Two was the military guy who ran around with other women.”
“Not Danny?”
“No. We hadn’t gotten that far yet.”
“Yet you fell into bed with me after we’d known each other again for a short time.”
She looked at him sharply, but there wasn’t any coolness or condemnation in his tone. Just facts.
“Yes.”
Vic sat up, his gaze serious. “I feel a chill in here.”
She shivered. “It is cold, isn’t it?”
He sighed. “Do you want me to go?”
Startled by the question, she considered it. That’s all this was supposed to be, right? A hot pursuit of sex for one blazing night?
When she didn’t answer, doubt riding her hard, he made the decision for her. “I’ll head out.”
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