His lips found the hollow of her neck, “Kiss me first and I’ll think about it.”
Tara rolled her head on her neck with a groan. “I will not bribe you, August Guthrie.”
He clasped her shoulders, “Well that’s just plain unfair. There’s nothing like a good bribe. How about I bribe you?” His lips moved down to the swell of her breast. Swiping at it with his tongue, he dipped beneath the lacy covering of her bra.
She pushed at the solid wall of chest, protesting with a squeak. “I cannot be,” Oh… “bribed…” Well, okay, maybe just a little bribe, she mused as August laid his mouth over her covered nipple. It rose to meet his mouth, tight and needy. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It goes against every rule the show has.” As if that mattered now, after last night. Nag, nag, nag. The rules, the contract. No, August we can’t… We have to stop, August…
She was beginning to sound like an old fish wife to even her own ears.
Long fingers untied the belt to her robe, parting it with ease. “I already told you I wanted to forfeit a date last night, but you wouldn’t let me. Today’s date had nothing to do with skill. Only luck of the draw, and giving it some thought I decided—if I keep winning dates it means I can stay here with you.” Pulling her tightly to him, August buried his face between her breasts, kneading the flesh of her ass. Tara’s hands found the thick thatch of his hair. She clenched the silky strands for support as he nudged her bra out of the way. He seemed to know exactly what to say and Tara couldn’t figure if she should be alarmed or thrilled. “You’d better be very careful about how you do that. Sometimes I think the producers make controversy when there isn’t any just to get good ratings. If we cause even the slightest bit of suspicion it could be very bad for us…”
But, this—this was anything but bad.
“I could stop, you know. You just have to say the word.”
His hands lifted the lacy scrap of material. “We hardly know each other,” she protested … sort of.
“If you’d be quiet, we could get to know each other.”
Tara laughed, “I don’t mean in the biblical sense.”
He licked an exposed nipple, drawing it deeply into his mouth and suckling. Thrills of heat shot to Tara’s pussy, stabbing at the tender flesh, leaving her moist and aching for more.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” He gathered the two creamy swells of her breasts, bringing them to his lips and alternately began licking them.
Let’s not be hasty… Her hands cupped his jaw as her head fell back on her shoulders and her knees shook. Sliding her fingers beneath his, she cupped her breasts, offering them to his hot tongue. The rasp of wet, hot flesh against her strained nipple gave way to the seductive sound of his low, throaty groans. A sultry, carnal desire swept over her; she allowed the liberated and wild Tara, yet untapped, free to explore this intense attraction to August. They could find themselves in a heap of trouble if they were caught, but this all-consuming need to have him ran deeper than anything she’d ever experienced sexually.
Tugging at her panties, he pushed them down to her knees. August’s hands found the mound of flesh between her legs and with his palms, he lightly caressed her, running them around the lower half of her body, yet skirting the wet lips of her cunt.
Tara let her fingers roam free as well, over the arms that held her, tracing the thick contours of muscle. She kneaded them, reveling in the feel of his hot skin beneath her touch. Pulling at his shirt, she lifted it over his head and threw it to the floor. Pushing at him, he lay on the bed and for the first time, Tara was able to admire him in the dim glow of the bedside table. His skin was bronze with a hint of gold. A white band of flesh, left untouched by the sun, was just visible above the waistband of his shorts. Thick thighs, sprinkled with golden hair, clenched as her hands whispered over the m. A tapered waist led to the firm bulge between his legs, and using thumb and forefinger she outlined it. August sucked in a deep breath and held it, arching upward.
Sliding her panties and bathrobe off, Tara quickly straddled him, letting the heat of his flesh seep into hers. Bracing herself on his chest, she clutched his pecs, kneading them. Tara bent forward and licked the flat disc of his nipple, and to her satisfaction it beaded beneath her lips.
August’s hands threaded through her hair, and he groaned when she popped open the button of his shorts and unzipped the fly. He kicked at the restraints of his clothing, until his legs were free. Tara licked the ridges of his abdomen, sliding her fingers into the crisp thatch of hair at the top of his cock. She savored the salty taste of his skin on her tongue.
Rigid and lightly veined, his cock lay against his stomach. When she brushed it lightly with her lips, he jumped and muttered something she couldn’t quite hear. Grasping him with both hands, she slowly enveloped him within her mouth. Inch by painstaking inch, she laved his thick shaft.
His knees rose and he bracketed her body. Cupping his balls, she kneaded them and slowly licked the smooth surface of his cock. Long laps of her tongue and hands made him moan, as he twisted his body upward to meet her strokes. His hands wrapped around hers, following her up and down motion, gripping them as he ground his hips at her. Pressing her tongue flush with the sensitive area below the head of his cock, she nipped him lightly with her teeth. A bead of pre-cum, thick and salty lingered on her taste buds.
His hips rocked in a slow circular pattern as he thrust into her sucking. His breathing was ragged and shallow. Tara slid her hands beneath his ass and clutched the muscular globes tightly, pushing him into her mouth, taking his long length in as far as she could. He rose on his heels, frantically jabbing at her as she washed him with her tongue.
Suddenly, he pulled away, out of the warm cavern of her mouth. Gripping he r shoulders, he dragged her upward. Her breasts scraped his chest and arrows of heat pricked at her when he slid his tongue over her teeth. Parting her lips, he crushed his mouth to hers and his hand cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple to rigid desperation. Tara groaned, breathy and low as he left her lips to trail a path of wet kisses over her breasts and down the plane of her belly. Strong hands found her waist, thrusting her upward until his hot breath caressed her bare pussy. His tongue snaked out to explore the crease in her thigh, her legs fell open, welcoming the slick invasion, but instead he traced the outer lips of her cunt. In slow, tantalizing licks, August explored her. Her clit throbbed, aching and swollen as she held her breath, waiting … he drew a finger between the slick folds of flesh, back and forth, kissing the vulnerable skin, but not entering it.
Tara’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as she squirmed beneath him. When he took the first pass over her clit with his tongue, flames shot through her veins, and she fought to keep from screaming. Her hands clutched wildly at the comforter as her ass slid forward to meet his mouth. He began to suckle her clit, swirling over it while his hair grazed her inner thighs. Tara grabbed wildly for him, cradling his head against her belly as he moved expertly inside her cunt.
Callused fingers slipped inside her and her world tipped on its axis. This time she heard her own squeal ring loudly in her ears. Tara bit her lip and arched into the glide of his fingers. The wet suction of his tongue and hands drove her over the edge. She came hard, slamming into him, crushing his head to her and rocking on his finger. Her thighs gripped him tightly as she came again in wave after wave of shudders. Tara’s head swam and colored lights flashed behind her closed eyes.
He slithered up her body, his thick cock dragging through her wet pussy. Heaving chests clashed and her nipples strained against him. Bracing his hands on the bed, he lingered, rolling his hips. “We don’t have a condom, Tara, we have to stop.” The agonized tone in his voice made her heart clench. It sounded genuine and sincere.
Tara wrapped her arms around his neck and met his thrusts. “I have some, in the nightstand.”
August chuckled, his husky laugh sent chills along her spine, “Pretty presumptuous of you. ”
Kissing him soundly she laughed too
. “I didn’t bring them with me, and I didn’t go buy them at the nearest island pharmacy, Mr. Confident. They were in the nightstand drawer,” she said as she reached between them and grasped his cock.
“Then let’s get it, dammit.” His eyes were dark and stormy.
Curling her fingers into his hair, she kissed him again, sliding her tongue against his, tasting herself on him. She pulled away and leaned over the side of the bed to find the condom.
He licked her nipples as she tore the foil wrapper off and slipped it on his cock.
“Lay on your stomach, ” he demanded.
She rolled over with anticipation, lying on her belly. August put his arm under her waist and tugged her to him. Her knees scraped the carpet and her ass pressed firmly against his thighs. He lay over her back, moving her hair aside, rimming her ear with his tongue. “Are you afraid, Tara? I won’t hurt you, I promise. If you want me to stop, say the word.”
A strong sure voice returned his answer, “Fuck me, August. Now. ”
His hand drifted to her cunt again, fondling her from behind as he said, “I won’t fuck you, Tara. I’ll make love to you tonight. We’ll fuck another time… When I can show you the difference and you’ll know it still has as much meaning.”
She shivered and responded by lifting her ass high and pushing against him, encouraging him to enter. He moaned in her ear, “Christ, Tara I want you, ” he grated as he slipped slowly inside her.
Tara took gulps of air as he filled her, stretching her to accommodate his thick girth. August pulled back gently and she found herself pleading with him, “Please, August, harder … give me more.”
Her words sent him thrusting into her with more force, hard and hot. “Like that, Tara? Is that how you want it?” He twisted his hips to emphasize his words, “Tell me,” he demanded.
“Yessss,” she fairly screamed when he thumbed her clit as he rose behind her again and plunged once more. “August…” she said his name on a breathy sigh.
He stilled again, cupping her pussy, “You’re tight, baby, tight and wet and I want to ram my cock into you. You were all I could think of when I was on that damn date.” He gasped again, as she reached behind her and put her arm around his neck, digging her fingers into his scalp.
“Then do it,” she commanded, arching against him, straining to pull him in deeper.
August complied, plunging into her balls-deep, the friction of wet and heat making her pussy clench in response. Milking his cock as he rode her, Tara felt his teeth nip her shoulder, his ragged breathing rasping in her ear.
Their rhythm increased its tempo and his hands ran over her ass. “God, Tara, don’t move like that or I’ll explode.”
Lifting herself high against him, she ignored his request, rolling her hips, gyrating with the beat of each forceful thrust.
His cock twitched and his body tensed, “Stop,” he said between clenched teeth, “stop or I’ll come. I want you to come with me…”
Her skin was damp and clinging to his, the brush of his thighs and hands was driving her mad. “Then make me come with you…” she taunted him. He loomed behind her, large and bulky, his chin pressing into her shoulder. Turning her head to reach for his lips, she pulled his mouth to hers and drove her tongue into it.
Teeth and tongues gnashed as August drove into her, tweaking her nipples as his other hand spread her flesh, weaving through the folds of her pussy. The force of his thrusts took her breath away, slamming her against the edge of the bed. His cock, hot and silken, slid with the ease of her moisture.
She came with the force of a tidal wave rushing over her, swarming every nerve ending with sensation. The slap of skin against skin, callused fingers in her cunt and his lips against her own was electrifying. Blood rushed to her ears and her heart throbbed painfully against her ribs. She tore her mouth from his and buried it in the bed, biting the comforter. The orgasm clung to her, overtook all sanity, leaving her wracked with small tremors. Tara heard nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat and August’s frantic words in her ears as he, too, found release.
He collapsed on her, panting for breath. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. She’d never experienced something so all consuming, so utterly uninhibited and wild.
His hands smoothed over her skin, soothing her shattered nerves, whispering across her flesh. Pulling out of her, August turned her and gathered her in his arms holding her close, tucking her into his lap.
As her breathing slowed, Tara snuggled her head against his chest, listening to the steady, sure beat of his heart.
Chapter Eighteen
There’s got to be a morning after…
Tara pried her eyes open. They were glued shut from sleep. Bright sun filtered through the gauze curtains of her hut. Another day in paradise…
A finger traced a pattern between her breasts slowly.
“Hmm…” she snuggled deeper into the warmth of the body next to her.
Body?
Oh, Hells bell’s, she snuck a peek at the clock. Seven, whew, she had time to languish.
Um, hellloooo … the body, Tara’s overworked brain called to her.
Yes, the body… Warm and muscular, pressed firmly against her ass and moving its fingers over her, teasing her nipples.
I repeat, the body.
Tara twisted her head, looking over her shoulder. August’s white teeth flashed her that big grin. “Morning. ”
She groaned, “We are fucked, August.” Oh, Jesus, she was such a tramp. Driven by lust and ruled by her libido.
Rebel, she scorned herself silently.
“No, Tara, but we did fuck and I think I wanna do it again. ” He wrapped her arm around his neck and drew circles on the underside of her arm.
“We cannot do it again. What do you mean, you think? If we get caught…”
“We’ll be in sooo much trouble,” he mimicked her words. “And when I said ‘I think’, it’s because you haven’t exactly given me a warm welcome this morning. ”
“We’re going to get in trouble! How can you think about anything else but the trouble we’ll be in if you get caught with me?”
“Because I don’t care who knows, so let them catch me.”
“Look Neanderthal man, it means I’ll be caught too and that means I could quite possibly be sued, plus get a good dose of national humiliation when they boot my ass outta here, on top of the fact that they will undoubtedly have grounds for a lawsuit! Remember the fraternization rule?”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, like I said, big shit.”
“So, we’ll just keep this a secret.”
Tara snickered openly, “How the hell can we do that when it’s broad daylight and there’s nowhere for you to hide?”
“I’ll find a way to get past the camera men. They don’t hang out as much with the jury, unle ss you’re in a session. ” This, August offered as he kissed his way down her waist and over her hip.
Her hands automatically found his thick hair. She clutched it and bit her lip. God, he was fabulous, she mused, as her body arched into the tongue that now swept over her thighs. “August, please … we have to stop. You have to get out of here and I have to get dressed.” Tara was beginning to sound like a bad romance novel—even to herself. “No, please stop, August—wait, please…” Good hell.
August’s lips were brushing the globes of her ass and his voice was muffled from beneath the blankets.
“We have plenty of time,” he said as his finger slipped inside her and his thumb found her clit. Kissing his way back up her body, he pulled her tightly to him with his other arm and lifted her leg to rest over his hip. Tara melted into his chest and focused on the hypnotic rhythm his finger created as he slid in and out of her.
His cock, hot and hard as steel, slipped between her open thighs, caressing the slick warmth of her pussy. Her clit throbbed and swelled with each slow thrust he made.
“Still want to get dressed?” August questioned on a ragged breath.
“Maybe we can
wait.”
She felt his smile on her shoulder, “Maybe?”
Tara gasped and moaned her disappointment, when he pulled his finger from her. She reached between her legs to caress his cock and found him condom clad. “You’re pretty bold, Mr. Guthrie. Already have that condom on and everything, huh? ”
His response was to ease his way into her. She stiffened a bit, still tender from last night. “Did I hurt you last night? I couldn’t seem to control…”
Tara closed her eyes and snuggled closer to his chest. “It’s all right, neither could I. I’m okay, just a bit sore.”
Wrapping his arms around her waist, August began to withdraw.
She pushed against him, pulling his hands to her breasts and gripping his wrists. “Are you backing out on me now? Don’t stop…”
Cupping her breasts, he lay still. “But you’re sore. I don’t want to hurt you. Rest today and we’ll make up for it tomorrow. ”
“If you move, August Guthrie, there will be no tomorrow… So show me what a stud you are and put that love gun of yours to good use, okay? ”
He circled her nipples with his index fingers, “Well, if you insist. But, I gotta warn you, when my cock is in you lik e this, I can’t seem to think straight and I don’t want to get carried away. You’re incredible,” he said, as he pulled back, inch by agonizing inch. The sensuous glide of his cock and his words in her ear made her smile smugly.
To have this kind of power over a man as big and strong and sexy as August was foreign to her. She’d had very few relationships, only two that were sexual, but this, this chemistry with August, this need to have him inside her, his hands on her, sore or not was insatiable. That he fe lt it too, at least the physical aspect of whatever was happening here, was empowering. Men said all sorts of things to get in a girl’s drawers, there was no doubt about that, but Tara sensed a genuineness in August that was rare indeed. For now, she would accept this at face value and let it happen.
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