Wrecked (Blind Man's Alibi #1)

by Sarah Grimm

  She glanced at the smoked glass separating the front from the back, ran her hand across it then looked back at him, her face flush. Whatever it was, it must be good.

  “Can the driver hear or see us?”

  “No. Why?”

  She dropped to her knees and went for the buttons on his jeans. “You promised me a ride. I guess this will have to do.”

  Before he had time to process her words, she popped his buttons and took out his cock, brought her mouth to the tip and gave it a lick. Unable to stop, he buried his right hand in her hair, hips lifting toward her sweet mouth. She blew a warm breath over him, and then the head disappeared into her wet heat.

  “Fuck,” he growled and reached blindly for the intercom button. “On second thought…”

  She pumped him. Swallowed him. Those delectable lips swept over him, licking and kissing. He closed his eyes against the pleasure, a hiss slipping free as she took him to the back of her throat, right down to the base.

  The driver’s voice piped out of the speaker near his head. “Yes, Mr. Campbell?”

  Joe had to swallow twice to get the words out. “On second thought, take us around the city a few times.”

  “Certainly.”

  Her grip increased with each stroke, sliding up and down, her speed growing faster with each pass. Primed and ready before he ever left his dressing room, he nearly lost it right then. “Fuck, yes.”

  She worked him until he was ready to beg, her name rolling off his tongue. Her lips smacked against him as she lifted her head and he slid free. He bit back the call to bring her back to him.

  “I have a surprise for you.” Her voice sounded breathy, letting him know she was as excited by her actions as he. She spent some time touching her finger to the wetness on the tip of his cock before leveling him with her eyes.

  “Tell me.”

  She swirled her tongue over the head of his cock and smiled when it twitched in response. “It’s more of a visual thing.”

  She was giving him quite the visual already, peeking up at him as she slid her hand up his length. A bead of pre-cum pooled and she licked it away. A groan rumbled in his chest. The hand he had in her hair fisted.

  “It’ll wait,” she whispered, her lips brushing him with each word. “I don’t think you will.” He could only watch as his cock disappeared into her mouth again and his body slipped into freefall.

  His head dropped back against the headrest. “Sweet Jesus.” The feel of her mouth on him, all hot and tight, had his mind shutting down, need swamping him. He got lost in the sensation of her lips and her hand, lost in her. The orgasm slammed into him, knocking the air out of his lungs, her name from his lips. He filled her mouth and she took it all. “Fuck.”

  She’d reduced him to a panting, boneless mass capable of only monosyllabic words.

  “Christ, Em.”

  When the pulsing stopped, he looked down at her.

  Her smile spoke of pure feminine power. “Feeling better?”

  He hoped to Christ she wasn’t expecting an answer because he’d lost the ability to speak. Goddamn, she had brought him to mind-melting orgasm in record time.

  Slipping out of her jacket, she tossed it on the seat behind her. Her ‘fuck me’ stilettos followed, then she was sliding her hand to the waistband of her leather pants and working the front zip open. “Ready for your surprise?”

  Smooth skin gave way to more smooth skin. He tried again to speak but it came out as a whimper he might have found mortifying had he not been in the middle of a bloody heart attack. She scooted her ass to the seat behind her, slowly working the leather lower and lower before stepping out of it. Straightening, she leaned back and spread her legs wide, giving him an intimate look at her bald pussy.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered reverently.

  She lifted her foot onto the seat and pressed her heel to her ass, smoothing her hand down to slide between her lips. “You like it?”

  There wasn’t a hair left—everywhere he looked, there was only beautiful, bare skin.

  “I swore I would never do it, but they say it increases sensitivity. I’m dying to know how your beard feels on my clit.”

  His cock twitched, letting him know he wasn’t down for the count yet.

  “Mm,” she licked her lips. “But first…” Her hand slipped into his duffle and pulled out a condom. Not his preferred brand. No this was one of the rainbow ones from the bowl in his dressing room. She tossed it to him. “Hold onto that. You’re going to need it.”

  Joe laughed. It turned to a groan when she straddled his lap and her wetness pressed against his balls. “You have to give me a minute, Sunshine. I haven’t recovered from the first round yet.”

  “You will,” she promised, her right hand sliding into his hair while her left toyed with the low neck of her shirt. With a little smile, she slowly slid the fabric aside, exposing her breast.

  Joe licked his lips.

  She ran her hand over herself, squeezing, cupping the weight then flicking the nipple. It hardened at her touch and his mouth watered.

  “You’re stirring again,” she whispered, a breath away from his lips.

  He was. She was so fucking sexy. The way she played with herself while she rhythmically rocked against him.

  Desperate to touch, he settled his hands on her hips, slipped one down and trailed his thumb over her wet flesh. “You feel incredible. So smooth and wet.”

  The grumble deep in her throat spurred him on.

  He circled her labia, spreading her lips, opening her to his touch. Her hips lifted, pressed against his hand. Her thighs began to tremble, her hand fisted in his hair. The noises at the back of her throat as he tapped her clit stirred him even more.

  She skimmed her lips across his temple, clutched at the back of his neck. “Tell me you’re ready for me, Joe. I need you inside of me.”

  That fast heat inflamed again. Wiped out every thought but giving her what she wanted as quickly as possible. He kissed her, his tongue flicking across hers as his fingers plunged deep. He matched the strokes of his tongue to the strokes of his fingers. She matched his rhythm with the rocking of her hips. Fuck, he was ready all right.

  She tore her mouth away from his, panting. “Condom.”

  In a few quick moves, she had the condom out of his hand and rolled over him. He pushed his jeans farther down his thighs as she guided his cock to her center. The press of him sliding against her wet heat had him seeing stars. He waited for her to sink down. Instead, with her hand on the back of his head, she brought her nipple to his mouth.

  Joe brushed his jaw across it, back and forth, dragging his beard over her flesh. She gasped, pressed closer and he obliged, pulling her into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, alternating between sucking and licking. Her staccato breathing filled his ears.

  Just when he thought she would never take him into her body, she pushed a finger into his mouth, breaking the suction on her breast. Fisting her hand in his hair, she pulled his head back and kissed him as she impaled herself on his shaft.

  She was so fucking tight. Every time he slipped inside of her, the clench of her body around him nearly sent him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and held her in place, waiting, keeping her still until she growled into his mouth. Then he lifted her until just his tip remained and slammed her back down. Their mouths broke apart. She buried her face in his neck and he did it again, then again.

  She chanted his name in his ear. Over and over as he drove into her. When her muscles began to tremble and she gulped a deep breath, he closed his mouth over hers and, swallowing her scream, followed her over the edge.

  Foreheads pressed together, they sucked each other’s oxygen as he struggled to control his breathing. Emma wasn’t doing much better.

  “You’ve completely destroyed me,” he admitted. Her head fell to his shoulder, where she licked him from collarbone to ear. A chill ran up his spine.

  “You’re welcome.” She pressed her nose to his neck
and inhaled. “God, you smell good. Like sex and sweat and man.”

  “Only you would find my scent, at this very moment, appealing.”

  She skimmed her fingertips across his forehead, down his cheek and over his lips. Then she straightened, looked at him with heat in her eyes, and something else he couldn’t name. “How is it possible that every time we have sex, it’s better than the time before?”

  Good fucking question. “You inspire me.”

  Her smile lit up her face. “I could stay here all night, with you inside of me.”

  “At some point the car will run out of gas.” Or arrive at its destination—as it just did, pulling up to the front of the hotel.

  “Shit,” she hissed, lifting her weight so her body separated from his.

  He already missed her warmth.

  One press of the intercom button chased away the panic in her eyes. “Once more around the block, please,” he requested.

  The car slipped away. Joe pulled his jeans up over the condom—what more could he do—and enjoyed the show. Emma, in her frenzy to cover herself, struggled to slide the leather up her legs. A near impossible task what with her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

  “Stop smiling,” she ordered, then laughed in frustration.

  “Now you know why I don’t wear leather during shows.”

  “Help me!”

  “Sorry, Sunshine, no can do.” He couldn’t hold back a laugh as she twisted and contorted, cursing under her breath with every tug. This brought the deep V-neck dipping down to her stomach, sliding off her shoulder until her breast popped out.

  “I’m going to get you for this,” she growled.

  His smile grew. “You’re the one who wanted a ride.”

  “You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago.”

  “Neither were you.” Firsthand knowledge of how difficult it was to slide into leather pants once water or sweat was involved had him moving closer. Perched on the front edge of his seat, he curled his fingers into her waistband, shifting, pulling her in until her breast was a hair’s breadth from his mouth.

  “Relax,” he soothed. “You have to relax and stop fighting it.”

  “Joe.”

  “Trust me.” He kissed the side of her breast, her collarbone, her throat. “Put your hands on the ceiling and relax.”

  When she obliged, he pulled up on the pants. They didn’t budge.

  “Stop holding your breath,” he said softly, licking the shell of her ear. “I said relax.”

  She turned her head. “Why does this feel even more sexual than having you inside of me only a moment ago?” she whispered against his mouth.

  He kissed her, waiting until her body went fluid, one hand dropping to mold the back of his head. As she sighed into his mouth, he pulled up on the leather. Her pants slid into place. “All that work just so I can strip them off you the moment we get to the room.”

  She blinked at him a few times, as if he’d actually sizzled a few brain cells, before zipping in record time. Straightening her shirt, she picked up her shoes and jacket just as the limo returned to the hotel. “Hurry,” she demanded.

  “Greedy,” he replied, grabbing his bag and opening the door.

  In a move he was sure was calculated, she shifted forward, giving him an unobstructed view down her shirt as she whispered, “only for you” and exited the limo.

  Joe laughed aloud as he followed her out, not at all concerned about how they looked as they scurried in the front of the hotel, Emma carrying her shoes instead of wearing them.

  He smiled at a couple who appeared to recognize him and settled his hand on Emma’s lower back. As the elevator doors closed behind them, he pressed her into the corner and kissed her. He dove into the kiss, taking her mouth roughly, stroking his tongue against hers as he trailed the knuckles of his free hand up and down the strip of skin between her breasts. She gave as good as she got, crossed her lips over his, nipping and biting until his breath hammered in his ears.

  The earth moved, or maybe it was just the elevator stopping. Neither interested him enough to cease his assault. He smoothed his hand higher, cupping her face, tracing his thumb back and forth across her chin.

  From behind him came a gasp and a low whistle, followed by another voice, this one not so appreciative. “Well, I never.”

  Groaning, he glanced over his shoulder, spotted a younger man wearing a broad smile and an elderly woman with a frown. Her frown deepened as she stomped her foot once as if to emphasize her disgust.

  “No? Your loss,” Joe muttered, then pressed the ‘door close’ button.

  Emma giggled. “Did you see the look on her face?”

  He was looking at the only face that mattered. Jesus, she was like a drug. Every minute with her made him want another. The sensation scared the shit out of him. Then her hand slipped beneath his shirt to touch skin and grounded him.

  This time when the elevator stopped, it was on their floor. The doors slid open, but he didn’t move. “Em?”

  “Hmmm?” She skimmed her fingertips over his abs and he sighed. It turned to a groan as she drifted south to his waistband and beneath it.

  “Christ, Emma.”

  She popped the top button and snaked her hand lower. “Are we going to go to the room and play on the balcony?”

  It was a moment before his breath started flowing again. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember why he didn’t already have her down the hall. Naked. Beneath him. “I…was going to apologize.”

  She ducked her head and kissed his throat, popped open another button. “For?”

  “Hurting you.” Jesus, if she didn’t stop she was going to get them arrested. “I hurt you this morning.”

  “Yes, you did. I’ve already forgiven you.”

  “Why do you forgive so easily? I don’t deserve it.”

  “Life’s too short to hold grudges or stay angry,” she replied simply.

  There was something in her voice, a flash of sadness in her eyes. Then it was gone.

  “Now,” she whispered, sliding her hand around his hip to cup his ass. “Are you going to stop the door from closing or are we going for another ride?”

  He shot his hand out and slammed it against the retractable door edge. “Oh, we’re going for another ride, all right.” She liked the idea, if her shiver was anything to go by. “First we’re heading to the room and I’m going to shower while you get naked.”

  “Then you’re going to ride me in the rain?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  She sounded so disappointed. He cupped the back of her head in his palm and treated himself to a taste. “Once you’re wearing nothing but a smile, you’re going to put those sexy fucking shoes back on. Then I am going to ride you in the rain.”

  Her lids fluttered, her entire body trembled. “You want my shoes on.”

  He nodded. “And you naked.”

  “I can make that happen.” She swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. “Race you to the room?”

  “No need. After you.”

  “You just want to stare at my ass.”

  “Fucking right, I do.”

  She laughed, leading the way out of the elevator. His duffle in one hand, the waistband of his pants in the other, he followed her, hoping like hell there was no one in the hall.

  The minute they stepped into the room, Emma started stripping. Joe barely had the door closed before she ripped her blouse over her head. He dropped his duffle and toed off his shoes then choked back a groan as she pushed the leather pants down her legs, bending at the waist and treating him to an intimate view of her ass and lips as she slipped one foot free, then the other.

  Desperate to touch, he made it exactly three steps before he tripped, snagging her around the waist as he caught his balance.

  “What the hell?” Shopping bags littered the floor, most bulging open, contents spilling out. He laughed. “Give your card a workout today, Sunshine?”

  “I did.” She straig
htened, pressed her ass back against his erection and wiggled her hips. “We can play show and tell later. I picked up a few things I know you’ll like.”

  “Mm.” He slid his hands up the front of her body and closed them over her breasts. “I like what you’re wearing right now.”

  “Yeah? Wait ’til I get my shoes on. By the flash of excitement in your eyes when you requested them, I think we’re both going to like what comes next.”

  He pinched her nipples and her head dropped to his shoulder. “Joe.” His name on her lips was more of an exhale. Reaching up, she curled her hand around the back of his neck. “Joe, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

  “Damnit.”

  Her laughter vibrated against him. “Take your shower, but make it quick. If you’re not back out here in five, I’m starting the party without you.”

  “Like hell you are.”

  He was done in four. All the lights in the suite were off when he stepped out of the bath and spotted her standing in the open sliding door that led to the balcony, wearing nothing but her ‘fuck me’ shoes. She was half inside the room, half out, her arm stretched to the side, catching raindrops. There was barely enough light to see her, so he angled the bathroom door to cast its glow across the room and promptly swallowed his tongue.

  It wasn’t her body or even those sexy shoes that took his breath. It was the smile on her face. She was watching him as she drew her arm back and trickled the rainwater over her breasts. And the smile she gifted him, so warm and full of life, if he hadn’t already been completely under her spell, that smile would have done it.

  “It’s pretty private, actually,” she said. He assumed she meant the balcony. “The building walls off both ends and overhangs the top, so the only view is straight out front and we are facing the lake.”