by Shayla Black
Building and building, the sensations threatened to consume her. Shivers of excitement danced down her spine and settled between her legs, winding tight. Becoming a peak of sensitivity. Blood flowed, filling her up. Almost…
“You going to come for me?” he growled.
“Yes.” She breathed high and tight as she keened the word.
He pinched her nipple, thumbed her clit, pressed against that magic spot deep inside her. “Let go. I want to feel you on my fingers.”
Lauren couldn’t have stopped the tidal wave of sensation for any reason. His hands, those words—and her restraint evaporated. A high-pitched wail echoed through the house, across the hardwood floors. Her throat hurt even as pleasure clawed at the rest of her body in a searing press of need that never relented. That was her screaming, her needing, her coming…and coming.
Behind her, Mr. Mysterious groaned and ground his cock into the crack of her ass. “You’re so fucking sexy. I jacked off many times thinking about how you’d sound when you came.”
His words filled her with a forbidden thrill. She’d made a lover of his caliber so needy he’d taken his own flesh in his hand. She had to see it. See him.
“Show me.”
He stilled for a long moment. “Soon. Right now, taste.”
After a long drag of his fingers through her humid center that made her groan again, he withdrew his fingers and raised them to her mouth.
“No.”
“Taste,” he demanded.
Lauren shook her head.
“I want you to taste, so you can’t deny my effect on you.”
The urgency of his whispered demand aroused her again. His dominant side reached something deep inside her. She wanted to please him. She wanted more of the stunning, shimmering erotic bombshell he delivered. Anything, everything he could give her. He’d never have to know that she responded so easily because she imagined Noah jacking off while desperately wondering what she sounded like when she cried out from the pleasure he gave her.
Slowly, she parted her lips. He glossed her bottom lip with her thick fluids and he reached into a bag at his feet. He rummaged around, pulled a scrap of cloth out with his free hand.
“Turn to face me,” he demanded.
Lauren whirled, hoping to see his face. And yet, hoping not to. If she didn’t know who this man was, she could preserve the fantasy that Noah was here demanding every wicked act she’d pondered deep in her psyche during the restless nights she wore out the batteries on her vibrator.
He stood there. Tall. Definitely over six feet by a few inches. Broad. No stranger to hard work or the gym or both. Shoulders so wide they eclipsed the doorway to the foyer and any light that might shine through.
But no face.
He wore a ski mask with cutouts for his eyes, nose, and mouth. She knew nothing more about him than she’d known before except that he had a wide mouth that made her ache for kisses and he didn’t have dark eyes. They were pale and glittered with hunger that took her breath away.
“Lick it off your lip,” he demanded. “Taste yourself.”
Shyly, her tongue peeked out to swipe across her lip. Salty-sweet. Musky. A surprise.
A smile lifted one corner of his mouth. “Beautiful. Open up.”
He raised the two fingers that had been deep in her sex to her mouth. She swallowed, her wide, uncertain gaze snagging on his. The firm encouragement there, the knowledge that the sight of his wet fingers on her tongue would drive him wild lay in those depths.
Lauren parted her lips, sucked his fingers inside. More of her essence bombarded her taste buds. She should probably be repulsed, but it was hard to feel anything but a thrill when his eyes narrowed and he hissed in a breath as if he teetered on the edge of restraint.
The idea of shoving him over the edge made her pulse with forbidden thrill.
She swirled her tongue around his fingers until she tasted nothing but his skin. Her gaze was locked on him, and she couldn’t look away as desire whipped through his eyes, tightened his lips, made his body taut.
“God, you tempt me.” His gravel voice rasped across her senses. “I would love to feel that sweet tongue on my cock, but I’m not going to be able to keep out of your pussy long enough tonight.”
Mr. Mysterious grabbed her, tried to turn her to face the table again. Lauren resisted. The idea of tasting him raced through her blood like potent wine.
“Wait. You promised I could see you touch yourself.” She’d never been forward or vocal, and she felt wildly brazen now.
“And now you’re trying to kill me.” He shot her a sizzling grin as he reached for the snap of his black jeans.
It gave way under his deft fingers. His zipper descended in a slow rasp that cut through the thick air and sent shivers racing over her skin. Lauren gritted her teeth, wanting to tell him to move faster. He would only deny her. Instead, she tensed, balling her fists as impatience screamed through her.
Finally, he finished and pushed his jeans around his hips. His cock sprang into his hands.
Lauren wished she could see more than an outline of him. In shadow, he looked long and thick. She could just make out the shape of his hand slowly pumping, his thumb dragging along his length and nudging the crown.
But that wasn’t enough. She wanted more, to touch him, take him into her hands, her mouth…
Reaching for him, Lauren grasped his silken heat. She gripped him tight—and still couldn’t get her fingers all the way around him. Oh, God!
He groaned deep in his chest as he dropped his hand to his side. Lauren stroked the rigid shaft, her fingers finding roped veins running up and down the impressive, velvet-steel length.
It was like holding thunder. She could feel the power pulsing in her hand every time she dragged her fingers up his cock, then dragged them back down. Friction and heat seared her palm. He moaned again and, with a yank on her arm, pulled her closer, his mouth capturing hers, tongue thrusting inside and ravaging her. She shivered and moaned as she met the fire in his kiss, but she didn’t just melt. She met him with a blaze of her own and combated his ruthless demands by massaging his cock in long strokes. With her other hand, she cupped his testicles.
They were heavy and drawing taut as she fondled them. She relished holding him, his power, in her palm. He relished it, too, pumping his erection into her tight fist and tearing his mouth from hers in an effort to breathe.
“God, I’ve dreamed of this. Of your hands on me.”
“You feel amazing,” she said on another smooth upstroke that made him curse long and low.
“I’d rather feel amazing inside you, but if you keep that up, I’m going to come.”
Her stranger grabbed her wrists and snatched her hands from his cock.
“But—”
Her protest found no more voice than that before he propped her ass up on the table and pressed her backward, laying her out across the gleaming surface. The wood was cold against her heated skin. She hissed, but he pushed a hand to the center of her chest to keep her down.
“Hot and cold,” he murmured on her ear. “Soft…” He skimmed his fingertips across her breasts, against her tight, aching nipples. “And hard.”
Mask still covering his head, he dipped down, down, until his lips poised above her breast. He sucked the hard tip inside the stunning heat of his mouth, then bit down. Not hard—but enough to make her sizzle and scream. She felt the jolt all the way to her pussy.
He repeated the action with her other breast, sucking and biting while pinching and soothing its twin. Back and forth, over and over, he lavished attention on her breasts until she felt them engorge, felt her sex ache again. Lauren had never felt such violent sensations in her breasts. Never swelled so much she could swear she felt his every exhalation tighten her nipples even more. Panting, on fire, she arched up. A plea sat on the tip of her tongue.
Lauren reached up to grab his head and keep him in place. The yarn under her hands frustrated her. She wanted to feel his hair. Dark
hair. Noah’s hair.
Immediately, he grabbed her wrists and shoved them back to the table. “The mask stays.”
Desire and confusion all whirled through her at once. She nodded. “I just wanted to touch you.”
The tension in his body released. “Soon. I want that, too. But tonight, I want deep inside you. I want to be in so tight you can’t feel anything but my cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I want you inside me.” Noah…
The words barely left her lips before he lifted her against the hard width of his chest, set her on her feet, then spun her around. She faced the table, feelings churning through her so quickly she could barely process them. Desire. Oh, yes. Tightly strung, achy, need scraped at her patience. She felt raw, ready to scream. How could a man she didn’t know affect her so easily and deeply? No clue—and she was beyond caring.
Fear. Lord, she almost didn’t recognize herself. She wasn’t the kind of woman to have sex with a stranger, especially on her own dining room table. She wasn’t the kind of woman to beg. But her desire overpowered the fear. Handily.
And she whispered, “Fuck me.”
He slid his cock against her, but instead of entering her, he dragged his length along her slick folds, then began bumping her clit in a soft rhythm, rubbing her with the head in a smooth motion designed to devastate her until she wanted to scream.
“Are you wet enough?”
Was he out of his mind? Her sex felt incredibly swollen and her inner thighs were wet with her own juices. With every breath and every movement, she could feel her bare flesh rubbing against itself. It was driving her crazy. And with his cock rooting around her aching sex, he was driving her crazy.
“You know I am.”
“How bad do you want it?” he whispered against her neck.
Fresh shivers wracked her. Frustration boiled up. She wiggled her ass at him, trying to entice, trying to trip the head of his cock inside her. He evaded, kept teasing and stroking her clit with his erection.
“I want it,” she panted.
“Enough to beg?”
Beg? Oh, that sounded terrible…and wonderful. She’d never wanted anything bad enough to beg for it, but he was pushing her every button, shoving her closer and closer to insanity. This dominant man and his forceful behavior reminded her of Noah. He made her feel like a wild woman prowled inside her, dying to burst free.
“Do you?” he prodded, pinching her nipples with his hands.
Easy capitulation had never been her style, however. And some feminine instinct told her he’d enjoy the hell out of her defiance. “Just fuck me.”
He chuckled in her ear. “Big girl thinks she’s calling all the shots now? I’ve got news for you. You’re bent over a table with your ass in the air. I could spank your pretty cheeks pink, and you couldn’t stop me.”
Mr. Mysterious reached a hand between them, then plunged a finger into her tight depths. Instantly, her body clasped at his finger, trying to suck him deeper. When he pressed down on her G-spot, she moaned and arched into his hand.
But he didn’t stay, damn him. Instead, he withdrew and trailed his finger from her swollen opening back to her anus. She stiffened when he circled her tight, unbreached hole with his wet digit.
“I could fuck you here.”
But he didn’t. He just continued rimming the small hole with his finger, awakening nerve endings she’d never known existed. When she’d tensed and raised up on her tiptoes in breathless anticipation, only then did he drive the digit inside her.
A gasp tore from her throat. Sensations she’d never dreamed of swarmed her. Her knees went weak, and Lauren was damn glad to have a table under her to hold her weight.
His finger filled her up, and he rhythmically pumped her ass with it. Friction bit into her resistance and heat shimmied up her spine. Every thrust of his finger seemed to send a fresh ache straight to her pussy, right to her clit. She pressed back against his hand, seeking more of the delicious stimulation threatening her sanity.
“Oh my God.” Her voice trembled.
“No one has ever touched you here.”
It wasn’t a question. It was as if he knew the answer. “No. Never.”
“I’m going to do more than touch you. I’ll fuck you here soon.”
The idea seared her with a bolt of heat. The ache in her belly tightened. She’d never fantasized about being anally penetrated. But after her stranger’s demonstration, she wanted to explore that possibility right now.
Slowly, he withdrew his finger.
Lauren moaned in protest. “No. More.”
She ached for that long, strong cock inside her—anywhere inside her—giving her everything, sending her into the hot burst of ecstasy only he could deliver.
“Please,” she panted. “Please. I need you. To feel you…”
“You need me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“To make love to you.”
He kept coming back to this argument, and she wasn’t sure why. And at the moment, she didn’t care. As long as he ended her torment. “Yes. Now. Please!”
A shiver wracked her as his body covered hers, pressing her down to the table’s chilled, flat surface. Her nipples beaded, tight and stunningly sensitive, as her stranger grabbed her hips and plunged inside her swollen sex in one ferocious stroke.
Lauren cried out at his invasion. In this position, her channel seemed smaller, and he felt enormous. And utterly perfect.
She shook as he withdrew almost all the way in a slow retreat that had her gritting her teeth. A moment later, he pushed back in with a quick thrust that ripped a strangled sound from her chest and sent a jolt of sensation straight to her clit.
“That’s it,” he crooned in her ear as he slammed her again, gripping her hips with insistent fingers. “Now, let’s make you come again.”
After one more pounding stroke, Lauren clawed at the table, gasping for air. Three later, the vise of need tightened into a harsh knot under her clit, spreading unbearable heat between her legs. She reached under herself to stroke it.
“Touch yourself. That’s good. I want to feel you come.”
Another two strokes of his cock, and he swelled inside her, pulsing against her walls. He was on the edge, too. Lauren felt it in the bite of his fingers on her hips, his labored breathing on her neck. She tightened on him. He cursed and slammed into her one more time, scraping over her G-spot, shoving right into her cervix.
She screamed as the dam of sensation burst inside her and pleasure shocked through her system, cascading down to her fingertips and toes. As his hoarse shout erupted in her ear, a wave of dizzy rapture washed through her veins, and Lauren had to hold on to the table to steady herself.
Mr. Mysterious planted hot-breathed kisses on her shoulder and held her against him. Like the last time, she sensed his effort to bring her close, keep her beside him. It wasn’t a simple postcoital thanks. It wasn’t an attempt to get her ready for another round of demanding sex. The way he held her, it was like she mattered. A lot.
The possibility thrilled her…even though it shouldn’t.
“God, you’re amazing,” he gruffed in between harsh breaths in her ear. “No woman gets to me the way you do.”
His admission surprised her. “Really?”
“Really.”
She frowned. “How can that be? With your…skill, it’s obvious you haven’t been lacking partners.”
“I haven’t.”
And yet she alone made him feel this way. Elation soared through her. Why should she be alone in this madness? Pride followed. She got to him. She made him burn.
“Why am I the only one who makes you feel this way?”
He hesitated, masking the pause by withdrawing from her body and righting his jeans. “Because my heart is in this, Lauren.”
His heart? This was sounding suspiciously…heavy. Nervous, she turned, smoothed a hand down her hopelessly wrinkled skirt, then crossed her arms over her bare breasts self-consciously. “W
hat do you mean?”
“This isn’t a casual fuck for me. Surely you can feel that.”
Yes, she could. Lauren’s thoughts raced back over their encounters. The fact this meant something to him was evident in every touch. Each was infused with lust and longing and something more than just the momentary need to screw. She hadn’t thought about it much before. But now…it gave her pause.
“What are you saying?”
He grabbed her arms, pulling her closer. “I love you.”
Love? He thought he loved her?
She stiffened and jerked out of his grip. “You can’t.” Panic set in. “It’s impossible. I don’t know you. You don’t know me.”
“Bullshit,” he spit out. “We know each other, heart and body. I’ve watched you for years, wanted you forever. You feel it. Some part of you knows me and wants me, too, or you wouldn’t respond to me with such abandon. You’re going to love me.”
Panic swallowed her whole. “No. I don’t want to love anyone again. I’m done with love.”
“You’re not made to be alone for the rest of your days. I’m going to be the man who fills your life.”
She shook her head, edging away from him. “Get out.”
His hands bunched into fists. Shoulders tensed. He looked ready to argue as he snatched his black bag up from the floor near his feet and sent her a terse nod. “Think about what I’ve said because you haven’t seen the last of me.”
Chapter Seven
Early Tuesday morning, Noah spotted Lauren stirring her coffee. Alone and somewhat distracted. Perfect for what he had in mind.
He sidled up to her, discreetly inhaling her female, vanilla-tinged musk—and his memory transported him back to the previous night, having her spread out like a buffet across her dining room table with her ass in the air and her wet, swollen pussy completely open to him. Her little pants and cries as he toyed with her lush body, then filled her with his aching cock, had nearly destroyed his self-control. Just thinking about last night, desire roared to life despite the fact she did nothing more enticing now than stare at the speckled Formica counter.
