The Pleasure Principle

by Calista Fox

  He had more in mind than just handing over gold.

  Trey settled in, making himself comfortable as he perched atop a tall rock along the shore within full eyesight of D.T.’s dwelling. The wall facing Trey was all glass. He wouldn’t miss a thing. And if this rocky romance took a wrong turn, Trey would be there to put it back on track.

  “Whatever it takes,” he muttered, borrowing Gizelle’s words.

  And the tattoo around his bicep glowed brightly in the dark night.

  Chapter Three

  “I told you I didn’t intend to steal the bounty from you,” D.T. said when she remained silent. And damn it, the look in his dark eyes made Gizelle almost believe him. “It was just a means to an end.”

  “Ah.” She let out a low sigh of resignation. Or of disappointment. Or of something else she wouldn’t allow herself to feel fully. Heartbreak, perhaps? “And here we are. At the end.”

  “No,” D.T. said, his voice strong and full of conviction. Which confused her all the more.

  His body was all but melded to her, and his large hand reached for one of hers. As their fingers tangled together, heat raced through every inch of her, nearly singeing her to her core. She sucked in another deep breath to steady herself. He pulled her forward through that inch or two of space that had separated them.

  “Another beginning.” As their bodies touched, his black eyes glowed with lust. “A second chance.”

  Gizelle worked down a hard swallow. She felt breathless and a bit swept away, though she fought both feelings. Because, as usual, there was just too much at stake for her to give in to him.

  Damn the war and all the strife it caused!

  With another slight shake of her head, she said, “I can’t give you a second chance, D.T.”

  “Why not?” His voice lowered and his head dipped. He inhaled deeply, as though he found the scent of her intoxicating. His soft lips grazed her temple, causing a moan of desire to lodge in her throat. “Didn’t I just prove I’m not a complete heathen? That I support The Cause?”

  She nodded her head, speechless as his mouth whisked over her cheek before his lips pressed ever-so-lightly to the corner of her mouth.

  Gizelle’s breathing accelerated and her chest rose and fell more rapidly against his. She suddenly wished he weren’t wearing a shirt because she desperately wanted to feel his heat and muscles pressed against her, surrounding her.

  “I need the gold, D.T.,” she mumbled breathlessly. His lips blazed a trail over her jaw and down the long column of her throat, causing her head to fall back to give him better access to her burning flesh. With his mouth on her, Gizelle almost forgot the reasons why she needed the gold.

  That he could still turn her on this quickly scared the hell out of her. It also excited her beyond belief.

  “Tell me what the gold is for,” he said just before his tongue laved at the hollow of the base of her throat.

  Gizelle’s fingers tightened around his as he held her hand. Her other palm pressed to his muscular chest, almost in an attempt to push him away so that order could finally be restored to her sexually charged thoughts. So the passion-induced haze that suddenly clouded her mind could dissipate.

  But she didn’t push him away. Rather, Gizelle’s fingers curled around the soft material of his shirt, which was opened at the neck to reveal the full swells of his pectoral muscles. Her back arched slowly as her hips bowed forward, so their lower bodies were more tightly pressed together. It was a completely involuntary reaction to D.T. and the desire he so easily evoked. Gizelle couldn’t help herself.

  “Tell me why you need the gold,” he said again as his head bent further and his tongue slid over her collarbone.

  “Provisions.” Her fingers unraveled from the material she clutched and instead threaded through his thick, dark-as-night hair. Every inch of her still responded so vehemently to their closeness. To his touch. The fingers of her other hand remained twined with his. Gizelle was caught in his sensual spell, unable to break it.

  As D.T.’s arm snaked around her waist, he held her tightly to him. Gizelle sighed into his ear. He felt so good. And he was giving her the gold. That made it so easy for her to give herself over to the passion he sparked.

  “Tell me you’ll be careful skirting the blockades,” D.T. said in his soft, intimate voice. His breath teased the sensitive skin on her neck, making her shiver with need.

  But his words made her pull away slightly. She stared up at D.T., seeing the concern reflected in his onyx eyes.

  He eased her back into her arms. “No,” he whispered as his warm lips grazed her temple. “Don’t go anywhere, Ellie.”

  Gizelle melted a little. She’d always loved his passionate nature. His soft whispers. The nickname only he used with her—despite her earlier complaint. All of these things made every moment with D.T. exciting and intimate. Even if she’d been fuming moments before and was still totally lost when it came to figuring him out. Figuring them out.

  As his lips brushed her skin and then glided ever-so-softly over her mouth, Gizelle fell a little more under his spell. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips just before D.T.’s pressed against them with a certain possessiveness that excited her all the more. An uninhibited desire made her entire body melt against him as her arms slipped around his neck. When his tongue delved deep into her mouth, she welcomed the sweet invasion. The erotic taste of him. The fire he ignited.

  His arms tightened around her and flames of desire crept up Gizelle’s spine, making her burn with need. Her fingers twisted in the silky strands of his jet-black hair and she gave herself over to the fever that blazed through her.

  Breaking their kiss, she whispered, “I’ll be careful.” Hell, she’d say anything at this point to placate him and keep his body pressed to hers.

  When his mouth claimed hers again, Gizelle forgot all about being angry with D.T. She forgot that she’d come to the Pleasure Planet for the sole purpose of recovering lost gold. And when his tongue slipped inside her opened mouth once more, tangling with her tongue, teasing her senses with silent, erotic promises, she almost forgot about the war.

  D.T. could do that to her. In a heartbeat. With just a heated look or a scorching kiss.

  Everything besides her intense desire for him retreated to the far recesses of her mind—including Trey, her sexy standby man, who she wouldn’t need now. Gizelle let D.T. lead her into an impassioned kiss that went far beyond setting every inch of her on fire. She felt the sizzling sensations from her head to her toes. Everything in between burned with the intensity of D.T.’s kiss, the excitement he so easily evoked.

  Her body pressed tightly against his as her fingers twisted in his thick, silky hair. Within seconds, Gizelle was drowning in her need for him.

  D.T.’s hands roamed her body, up her spine, down her sides, his thumbs brushing against the outer swells of her breasts, and then over her hips to slip around to her ass. Gizelle thrust her tongue against his, engaging it in an erotic dance. His large hands cupped her cheeks and gave the globes a hard squeeze in response to her deep kiss. A thrill of excitement and anticipation shot through her. Gizelle moaned into his mouth, an unchecked reaction to the passion he incited.

  When D.T. backed her up against the massive glass-top desk, his hands clasped her waist. He lifted her up slightly so that she was perched on the edge. Gizelle’s legs spread wide to accommodate D.T. as he moved between them.

  His mouth tore free from hers and in a strained voice, he said, “God, I want you.”

  Her toes curled in her high heels. Desire rocketed through her, targeting her pussy, which clenched tight at the overpowering sensation. As her pulse raced and her chest rose and fell with exhilaration, Gizelle’s gaze locked with D.T.’s. “A truce for tonight?”

  His eyes left hers and swept over her body. When they landed on her breasts, which she knew were revealed through the thin material of her blouse—a strategic move on her part—his dark gaze turned even more intense. Emotions played on his rugge
dly handsome face. Raw and honest. She could see how much he desired her and how deeply his feelings for her ran.

  His gaze returned to hers. “I want more than just a truce for the night.”

  Gizelle’s breath caught. Her eyelids grew heavy under the weight of his stare and the vehemence in his voice. She heard the certainty, the absolute resolution, in his deep tone.

  He wanted her for more than this one fleeting moment in time.

  “D.T.,” she managed to whisper around the lump of emotion that welled unexpectedly in her throat. For all his faults, the man sure as hell knew how to wrap his fingers around her heart and caress it with tenderness.

  But what about tomorrow?

  She’d been shafted by him more than once. Left angry and without something she needed desperately, be it a treasure or D.T. himself. Could she trust him?

  Yes.

  Regardless of how pissed off he made her on all-too-frequent occasions, Gizelle had to admit that she trusted D.T. with her life and maybe, just maybe, with her heart.

  As her fingers tightened in his hair and her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him as close to her as possible, D.T.’s head dipped and he kissed her once more.

  She wouldn’t answer his question tonight. Instead, she’d give in to the pleasure he seemed determined to give her. And she’d reciprocate.

  And come morning, Gizelle would ask him one last time to return to Earth with her.

  Chapter Four

  D.T.’s cock swelled to all-new proportions as it pressed against Gizelle’s mound. The material of his leather pants and her thin panties were no barrier against her heat, and that did wicked things to his body. Her flared skirt had crept up when he’d hoisted her onto the desk and now it fell over her slim hips, away from the juncture of her legs where he was currently positioned. His mouth broke free of hers and trailed down the long column of her neck. Her head fell back and she moaned softly, which made him even harder.

  Christ, he could come right now. It would take nothing more than her fingers grazing over his erection, and D.T. would fall apart. He wanted her that much. Responded to her that vehemently.

  But he held his excitement in check, because what D.T. really wanted was to bring her pleasure. To lick her pussy and hear her moan deeply. To thrust his cock into her as she screamed his name. To make her come again and again.

  When his mouth reached the rounded tops of her breasts, he wondered how he’d made it through all the discussions and arguments tonight. From the moment she’d landed in his lap, he’d wanted nothing more than to fuck her, to drive her absolutely wild and then give her everything she wanted, everything she desired. Everything she needed.

  He had nowhere to be tonight. He was in no rush. Yet D.T. felt a sense of urgency. His own desire and needs welled within him as the fingers of one hand pulled at the tie on Gizelle’s blouse while his other hand swept away the material to expose her plump, creamy white breasts.

  Sweet lord.

  Aphrodite couldn’t have been this beautiful way back in the days of Greek mythology. He’d studied the ancient times in school and had even been a bit infatuated with the goddess of love and beauty. But then he’d met Gizelle, and D.T. had realized his childhood fantasies had been foolish in comparison to real, live, honest-to-God attraction. Gizelle stirred his senses, heightened his arousal, called to his heart as no other woman, fact or fiction, ever had.

  As his lips swept over her velvety skin, his tongue sweeping over her warm flesh, D.T. groaned. Honestly, nothing compared to touching and tasting this woman. His mouth moved lower until his lips brushed over her pink areola and then her tight nipple. She sucked in a breath and her response to him made fire roar through D.T.’s body.

  With her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her long hair cascading over her slender shoulders, she was a vision to behold. Her lips parted with her heavy breathing, and her fingers released the strands of hair she’d been clutching. The tips grazed over his neck, down to his shoulders. She gripped him tightly as D.T.’s tongue went to work on her nipple.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as her fingers pressed into his muscles. Her legs tightened around his waist, silently conveying her excitement.

  D.T.’s tongue swirled around the taut peak as his thumb swept over the other hard nipple. When he sucked hard, she gasped. When he lapped at the tight center, she moaned. Shifting his mouth to the other nipple, he lavished it with attention as his fingers worked the peak he’d just left. Then he gave both breasts a not-so-gentle squeeze, and Gizelle bucked against him.

  “D.T,” she gasped. “You’re making me so hot.”

  And he was just getting started.

  D.T. pushed the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, then tossed it aside. “Smart move, sweetheart,” he said of her risqué outfit. “No need to seduce me, but I appreciate the gesture, anyway.”

  She shook her head. Her eyes were still closed and she wore a dreamy expression on her beautiful face that told him she was already lost in ecstasy. The thought made his chest puff out just a bit.

  “I’ll do whatever I have to for The Cause. You know that. But the fact that you willingly gave me the gold, without me having to seduce you or fight you for it….” Her lids fluttered open and she stared at him. “I appreciate that, D.T.”

  He gave a slight nod. “And I appreciate the fact that you didn’t take the gold and run.”

  A soft smile tipped her lips. “You touched me and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. You knew I wasn’t going anywhere.”

  “True,” he said a bit cockily. He grinned at her and added, “Nothing about us is perfect, but it is damn hot.”

  Gizelle laughed. “I can’t argue with that.”

  “Mmm, good. The less you argue, the more I get to do this.” His mouth crushed hers and he kissed her long and deep with all the passion he possessed and all the passion she ignited within him.

  Gizelle’s arms snaked around his neck in a tight embrace and he pressed his body against hers. D.T.’s hands moved over her bare back and down to her hips. He pushed the material of her skirt up to her hips and then twisted his fingers in the waist band of her miniscule panties, dragging them down as she lifted off the desk. He broke the kiss just long enough for her to unwrap her legs so he could discard the tiny swath that barely covered her. Then he positioned himself between her legs again. D.T. pressed his cock against her mound and let out a low groan at the heat that penetrated his pants.

  His cock throbbed with need. His heart hammered in his chest at the thought of making love to Gizelle.

  “Sweetheart,” he whispered as his lips brushed hers and then swept across her high cheekbone to her temple. “I want you more than anything.”

  To prove his point, he knelt between her legs, forcing her to release him again. His tanned hands splayed against the creamy white flesh of her inner thighs, his thumbs absently rubbing her skin. Gizelle squirmed under his touch, which turned D.T. on all the more.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “I know what you’re going to do to me, D.T. And I’ve wanted it for so long.” Her lids seemed to grow heavy again as she stared down at him. He could barely see the shimmering pale green irises that were framed by thick, dark lashes. But the look she gave him was sultry. Heated. Full of desire and dark promises. And an intense need to be the recipient of all the pleasure he intended to give her.

  D.T.’s erection strained against his pants and he wanted so much to feel her hands on him. Her mouth, her tongue. He wanted to lose himself in the feel of her before he pushed his cock deep into her tight pussy. But before that, D.T. wanted to make her come.

  His hands moved upward, spreading her legs a bit wider. When his thumbs met at the heart of her, he ran their pads over her already wet and swollen lips. Gizelle’s body jerked in response to his touch, but D.T. didn’t let up. He stroked her in long, full movements that had her panting in a heartbeat. Then one thumb pressed to her clit as the other moved over her inner lips and teased her tight opening
with slow circles.

  Gizelle’s head fell back and her hips pushed forward, silently imploring him to continue. To give her more.

  D.T. didn’t intend to hold back. He’d give her exactly what she wanted until she begged for more.

  ***

  His thumbs on her sensitive flesh were enough to make Gizelle grip the beveled edge of the desk and hold on for dear life. When D.T.’s head dipped between her legs and his tongue joined the party, it was all she could do not to scream from the pleasure that shot through her. And the excitement over knowing exactly what he intended to do to her.

  Spreading her wide with his thumbs, his tongue began a slow, sensuous dance over her flesh, tasting, teasing, tantalizing. He licked at her with long strokes, then targeted her clit with a strong, focused flicker that had her squirming and moaning and racing head-on toward a powerful orgasm. Then he sucked at her, drawing her swollen clit into his mouth, before he flicked at it again with the tip of his tongue. The constant change in technique kept her from coming, but that did not mean that Gizelle’s excitement wasn’t soaring through the roof.

  Relinquishing her tight hold on the edge of the desk, one hand pushed through his hair as the other palm flattened against the glass top to steady herself. Gizelle bucked and writhed from the sensual onslaught of D.T.’s skilled tongue. When his mouth closed fully over her and his rhythm became quick and determined, her pulse escalated along with her breathing.

  “D.T.,” she gasped as wave after wave of sensation flooded her body, making her so damned hot. So aroused. So in need of him. She careened toward climax. “Oh, God.”

  D.T.’s tongue continued to tease and titillate her clit. His long finger circled the opening of her pussy before pushing deep and causing Gizelle to cry out. The sweet invasion was so erotic, so needed, Gizelle could barely stand it.