Craving You

by Calista Fox

  L.L. practically melted at his feet. “You just discovered a highly arousing erogenous zone.”

  “Sure it’s not the diamonds?”

  “No.” She gazed earnestly at him. “It’s definitely not the diamonds, beautiful though they are. It’s you. One-hundred percent you.”

  “That’s nice to know.”

  “Really, I can’t accept the bracelet.” It had to cost close to six months’ of rent at her new facility.

  “Really, you must.” He released her. “I have one more gift.”

  “Tague,” she vehemently protested. “Stop spoiling me.” Wonderful though it was, L.L. was only interested in the man—not his money.

  He said, “You’ll like this one, too. And it’s sort of for me as well. Pearls.”

  She smiled. “Pearls don’t go with this dress.”

  “These pearls will.” He winked.

  This piqued her curiosity. From his overcoat pocket, he pulled out a square, white box with a matching satin ribbon and gave it to her. She tugged on the end of the bow and it unraveled. L.L. removed the lid, having not a clue as to what might be concealed inside. Honestly, what could trump the diamond bracelet?

  She peeled back shimmery tissue paper and eyed the tiny triangle of delicate white lace that also glittered. Lifting the scant material from the box, she let out a shocked laugh as she asked, “You bought me a pearl thong?”

  “Well, I did owe you a new pair of panties after taking them Tuesday night at the club.”

  A memory that had not faded from her mind—nor would it ever, because it’d been damn hot.

  “I think you’ve exceeded the replacement value,” she told him.

  “I doubt it. They were Dolce & Gabbana, after all.”

  “Horrendously expensive, but always too exquisite to pass up. As is this thong.” The strand of pearls ran from the inverted point of the triangle in front to a tinier one in the back. The sides were lace. A beautiful, elegant creation.

  “I decided I’d be the one to pick out a toy for you.”

  The man didn’t miss a beat.

  “It’s perfect,” she assured him, “Very lovely.”

  “I want you to wear it tonight.”

  Her smile returned. “Of course. With or without my high heels…and nothing else?”

  “I meant now.”

  “Now?” Her voice hitched an octave. “As in…to the dinner?”

  “Yes. I want you distracted by how the pearls feel, not worrying over whatever B.S. my mother might spew. And I want you desperate for me by the end of the evening.”

  “We don’t need the pearls for that. Trust me.” She was already excited at the prospect of spending the night with him. Finally seeing him stripped bare, all those hard muscles flexed. Her fingers itched to touch him. Everywhere.

  Tague said, “I want to know that you’re aroused by every step you take, every move you make. Because of something I gave you.”

  He knelt before her. Carefully pushed her skirt upward until the slit was nearly at her navel. Then his fingers hooked in the strands of the thong she currently wore and he slid the panties down her legs.

  L.L.’s breath caught. He was serious about this!

  He helped her out of the lingerie. Held his hand out for the pearl thong.

  Her clit tingled, and she wasn’t even wearing his gift yet.

  She lowered her hand so that he could take the lingerie from the box. She raised a foot and he slipped on one side. Then the other. He slid the pretty pearls into place, the smooth beads nestling in her cleft from front to back.

  A rasp of air fell from her lips.

  Tague eased her dress down and stood. One corner of his mouth lifted in a sinful grin. He told her, “I’ll be thinking about this all night, too. Wondering how wet you are. How much you need me.”

  Her eyelids fluttered closed for a few moments as she inhaled deeply. Slowly released the long breath. Then she gazed up at him and said, “This might be a little more than I can handle.”

  His warm lips grazed along her collarbone. Up her neck. He whispered in her ear, “Turns me on even more that you’re willing to experiment.”

  He stepped back. While L.L. blazed from the inside out.

  Tague collected the full-length, silver fox fur coat draped over the sofa.

  “This goes perfectly with the gown,” he said.

  “Meg lent it to me.”

  He held the coat out for her. L.L. could barely breathe. She didn’t dare move.

  If she was already this worked up over Tague—and the mere idea of the pearl thong—the feeling of those cultured beads along her hypersensitive flesh when she moved would certainly make her lose it. Immediately.

  Her heart beat erratically, but she tried to get a grip. Tague waited patiently.

  Endless seconds passed. Finally, she willed herself to take a small stride toward him. Then another. The pearls against her clit, the opening of her pussy, the rim of her ass all glided in fluid unison—and the gentle, rolling friction was electrifying!

  “Tague.” She halted before him. “You have no idea how amazing this feels. So good. Too good.”

  He walked around her to drape the coat over her shoulders. Then he returned to where he’d stood previously, facing her. He took her hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed the backs of her fingers.

  “You’re not alone.” He pressed her palm to his crotch. “Feel how hard you make me.”

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  She partially cupped his erection, the length and width of him impressive. Sending more sparks shooting.

  “Is this party mandatory?” she managed to ask around the lump of desire now lodged in her throat.

  “If your last name is Mason, Hoffman or Stein.”

  “Too bad.”

  He stared heatedly at her. “Yeah. Definitely too bad.”

  “Then I guess we’d better get on with it.”

  He let go of her hand. She passed under the archway and grabbed her clutch from the kitchen table, her fingers a bit shaky as lust roared through her. She felt the pearls so acutely, so enticingly against her slick skin. A sensuous sensation because the beads were small and satiny.

  She locked the door behind them and they took the elevator downstairs. When they exited at the lobby, Tague asked, “Doing all right over there?”

  “Close to coming,” she murmured. And she wasn’t exaggerating.

  He let out a low, sexy growl. “Very hot, sweetheart.”

  “I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through the dinner.”

  His arm was around her waist as they left the building. In his intimate tone, he told her, “Just say the word and I’ll take care of you.”

  Mental flashes of him following her into the ladies’ room to fuck her made her nearly falter. But Tague had a firm hold on her.

  He handed over her bag to the driver, who’d opened the back door of the limo upon their approach. She carefully scooted across the seat and Tague climbed in beside her. The chauffeur closed the door.

  The partition was up. Soft music filled the cabin. Tague reached for the bottle of bubbly nesting in a chiller on the side bar.

  “Champagne?” he offered.

  “Think I’ll wait till we get there. I really don’t need any more aphrodisiacs.”

  He poured a glass of scotch for himself and took a deep sip, then set aside the tumbler.

  Heat consumed her at his nearness, and the thrill between her legs. She slipped out of the fur. Tague removed his overcoat and scarf as well. Unbuttoned his suit jacket for the ride.

  “You’re not nervous about meeting my parents, are you?” he asked.

  “Not presently. There are other things happening inside me that override nerves.”

  “So, it’s working…”

  “Definitely distracted,” she said.

  “Good to know.”

  She was brimming with lust. And needed to touch Tague.

  So she eased onto the floor before him, pressing his thighs apart wi
th her hands so she could wedge herself between the V created.

  Tague gave her a curious look that turned downright lascivious when she reached for the button on his pants, unfastened it, then slid the zipper down its track. She worked the small disks on his shirt through their holes, starting at the bottom as he undid his tie. When the shirt fell open, she ran her hands over his pecs and down to the ridges of his cut abs.

  “You really are magnificent,” she said as she eyed his chiseled-to-perfection body. And ached to see more, to touch more, to feel more.

  He shoved his pants and briefs down his hips to the tops of his thighs, while sitting on his overcoat. L.L.’s eyes feasted on his rock-hard cock. Long, thick, wide. Her stomach fluttered. Her clit tingled.

  Moisture oozed along her pussy lips, making the pearls glide even more smoothly against her sensitive flesh as her inner walls clenched and released.

  She curled her index fingers around the thin sparkly strands resting on her bare shoulders and slid them downward. Let them go. The straps fell to her crooked elbows. Then she dropped her arms to her sides, causing the bodice of the dress to collapse around her waist, exposing her breasts.

  L.L.’s gaze met his and she said, “You can have me any way you want me.”

  Tague’s groin tightened to an insane level. L.L. wrapped her fingers around his base and pumped slowly, causing his breathing to escalate. She lowered her head to him and ran her velvety lips up one side, from shaft to tip. Her tongue teased the slight indentation at the head of his cock before she licked the other side. Then she took him as deep in her mouth as she could.

  Adrenaline shot through him. His pulse soared.

  Carefully, Tague slipped a hand along her nape, under all the silky strands, trying hard not to disturb her intricately designed hairstyle.

  Her lips and tongue swept over his throbbing erection while her hand squeezed him at the root. She worked him good, causing his hips to buck and his heart to thunder.

  Endless moments of this and Tague was teetering right on the verge. But she released him at just the right moment.

  Eyeing him coyly, she said, “Give me an ice cube from your glass.”

  His groin tightened further. He had a very good idea as to what she was up to. He did as instructed and watched as she trailed the square chunk along her chest and between her breasts. Her incredibly tempting breasts. She rubbed the ice over one pebbled nipple, then the other. As the cube started to melt, she continued stroking the delectable inner swells, soaking her skin.

  When the ice was nothing more than a tiny nub, she sucked it into her mouth, her expression purely wicked.

  She leaned forward. Tague captured her firm, teardrop mounds with both hands and pressed his cock between them, encasing his thick member. He slid easily along her lubricated skin, warmed by her internal heat.

  Desire ripped through him as he fucked her breasts, his hips jerking.

  “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said in a rough voice.

  His thumbs whisked over her nipples, then he pinched lightly, keeping them rock hard. L.L.’s head dipped when the tip of his cock peeked out from between her breasts. She licked the indentation again. The next time, she caught him with her mouth and sucked hard. He thrust quicker, his excitement ratcheting to a near boiling point.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “That is so good. You’re so damn good.”

  “I know what you want,” she told him. “Do it—”

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  “Come on my chest,” she said.

  Tague couldn’t deny it was an animalistic urge that clawed at him. A dark craving.

  But there were other cravings commanding his attention.

  Tague released her breasts and clasped her biceps. “What I want,” he said, “is to come inside you.” He pulled her to him, forcing her to yank her dress up so the slit was high enough to allow her to straddle his lap.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  “Since the moment I opened my front door.”

  His fingers massaged her slick folds, gently pressing the pearls against her clit, circling, then stroking.

  “Tague,” she pleaded. “You can feel how wet I am for you. Fuck me.”

  His features hardened as he thought of how desperately he wanted this. How desperately he wanted her.

  Yet he said, “I have to make you come first.”

  “I probably will the second you enter me. Please… I need you.”

  He whisked aside the strand of pearls. His tip nudged her opening.

  Tague held her hips and told her, “Slow.”

  “I can handle this.”

  His jaw worked. Could he? Because, Christ, they were perched on the precipice, and he was jonesing to make them both jump.

  He said, “I already know how tight you are. And you haven’t been with a man in six years, baby. Take it slow.”

  She rubbed herself against his erection, making him burn brighter for her. Her hips dropped ever so slightly until the head of his cock nestled an inch or so within her. Despite the lust and the need tearing at him, he resisted the enticement to thrust. Instead, he held her steady and watched as she mentally processed the sensations coursing through her, the vibrant current that arced between them.

  He sensed how much she wanted to move her hips, but he restrained her. Frustration and exhilaration flickered in her eyes. The evocative emotions captivated him, so that he clung to this poignant moment a while longer.

  Until she whispered, “Now, Tague. I want you now.”

  He was so there with her.

  His grasp on her loosened. She pressed down. His cock sank into her.

  L.L. let out a sharp moan.

  “Goddamn it, Loralai,” he ground out. “You are so fucking tight.”

  She appeared rocked to her core. Her eyes danced a little in the sockets. Her breath hitched.

  “Give yourself a few seconds to adjust to me,” he said.

  She nodded. Her palms flattened over his chest, her fingernails dipping into his rigid muscles.

  Tague fought the natural compulsion to lift his own hips and pump into her. She felt amazing, surrounding him with her heat and wetness, clenching him with her pussy as she acclimated to his size, to being filled by him.

  “This is… Oh, God,” she murmured. “So incredible.”

  “You’re okay?”

  “I am more than okay,” she assured him. “Christ, Tague. You’re sensational inside me.”

  She started to move in a sensuous rhythm, riding him leisurely, still getting used to the feel of him.

  It was sheer torture to let her take the lead, yet at the moment, he needed that as much as he suspected she did. Tague wanted to be careful with her. Make sure he didn’t hurt her. Or overwhelm her with his intensity, the searing desire nearly incinerating him.

  Her hands slid up to his shoulders. He cupped her breasts and massaged firmly, causing little whimpers to fall from her lips. He bent his head and flitted his tongue over her taut nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

  She gasped. “Tague.” One hand shifted and her fingers raked through his hair, twining in the strands. Her hips picked up the pace to match her sudden accelerated breathing. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to come. What the hell—so quick?”

  “Let me feel it,” he told her, his breath blowing over her wet nipple, keeping it pebbled. “Come with me inside you.”

  His head lifted and he kissed her neck, nipped at it. His arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her to him. With his free hand, he palmed her ass cheek and guided her into a faster tempo as he thrust into her.

  “Oh!” she said on a sliver of air. “Oh, God. Tague. You’re huge. So deep. So perfect.”

  Her body responded fervently to his. Her inner walls clutched at his cock. Her hips undulated as she grinded against him. All of her muscles tensed as she reached the breaking point.

  Tague cataloged every single nuance, every change in her.

  “I have to come,” she told him.
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  He bucked beneath her and she met his determined thrusts. His mouth returned to her breast and he toyed with her nipple, then suckled again.

  Her pussy squeezed him tight, almost sending him over the edge.

  “That’s it, baby.” He kept pumping. “Come for me.”

  “Yes. Oh, God, yes!” Her body jolted as she erupted. “Tague!”

  He felt her climax to the depths of his soul.

  She milked his cock, prolonging her orgasm, holding onto it. Her sexy moans filled the cabin of the limo.

  Tague held her to him. His erection pulsed and his body begged for release as well. But he gave her time to collect herself.

  “Holy shit,” she said on a broken breath.

  The vibrations within her radiated outward to him, causing his muscles to flex and his nerve endings to snap.

  “Wow.” Tremors continued to race through her.

  Then her hips started rolling again. He let out a primal growl. Clasping her ass with both hands, he held her firmly as he fucked her, hard and fast.

  “Yes,” she insisted. “Like that. Right there, Tague. Oh, God, that’s the spot. The perfect spot.”

  He aggressively stroked her with his cock, his head rubbing the small, sensitive area deep within. It took massive willpower not to work himself to completion, but he wanted her to come again.

  “Loralai,” he said against her neck. “Baby, you are so fantastic. You make me half out of my mind.”

  She scraped her nails over his pecs and nipples. Tague’s pelvis jerked.

  He buried himself to the hilt and thrust heartily.

  “Yes!” she cried. “Oh, God, yes. Make me come, Tague. Make me come again.”

  Once more, his cautious mind warned him to be careful with her. But the dark, raging desire consuming him couldn’t be denied. He fucked her with a blinding passion he couldn’t slow, couldn’t contain.

  She absorbed the driving force, clenching him even tighter.

  “Jesus. Loralai. You feel incredible.”