Living Dangerously

by Dee J. Adams

  “I said, don’t move.”

  She lifted her head, then just as quickly slammed it back down, digging it into the pillow and moaning her frustration. He loved it.

  “Are you going to be good?” he asked, teasing her clit again with quick lashes of his tongue.

  “Yes. Please, yes,” she gasped. “Please, Troy.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please make me come. Please, I have to come.”

  Troy pushed two fingers inside of her and hooked them against her inner walls at the same time as he stroked her clit hard with his tongue. The neighbors probably heard her cry out from three doors down. Her orgasm milked his fingers as she flew apart and each contraction throbbed against his tongue.

  When she finally came down, when the last shudders faded, her legs went limp. He glanced at her thigh to make sure all that straining hadn’t done anything to the stitches. Nope. They looked fine.

  Reassured with her tied down, he felt better about making love to her despite the injury. He shucked off his jeans and underwear as he worked his way back up her body, then he knelt between her legs and looked his fill. He stripped his T-shirt over his head. Her gaze shifted to his dick. His insanely hard dick.

  “Condoms on the end table,” she whispered huskily.

  He’d been planning on a condom, saw them waiting on the table. But her assumption that he needed one right this second changed his mind, for the moment.

  “Who said I needed a condom?”

  Her eyes flashed, a ghost of a smile quirked her lips.

  He couldn’t believe he even said that. The words were out of his mouth before the thought. But he had serious plans for those beautiful lips. Plans that didn’t require a condom. “How bad do you want me?” he asked, teasing one breast with the rough pad of his finger.

  “Bad,” she croaked. “Really bad.”

  “Are you hungry, Julie?” He had no clue where any of this was coming from. He’d never played like this with anyone. Sex had been sex and that had been the end of it. Sure, he’d been in just about any position imaginable, but he’d never taken control—this kind of possession—to this level.

  She licked her lips and his dick twitched. He wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do what his dick wanted him to, what his words led her to believe he might do. But she looked so damn tempting spread out on the bed. If she wanted him to stop, she only had to say so. If he kept telling himself that, he could continue. Maybe.

  Jesus, this was absolutely killing him.

  “I didn’t hear you,” he said, rolling a nipple between his fingers. “Are you hungry for me?”

  She nodded, licked her lips again with her gaze locked onto his straining dick. “Yes.”

  Carefully, he moved up her body and straddled her chest. He leaned forward to stick a fluffy pillow under her head and she took him in her mouth. The hot, wet warmth surrounded him, made him groan. That she took control before he was ready nearly made him laugh. She wasn’t following the script. But seeing how this whole thing was ad-libbed, he probably got what he deserved.

  He cupped the back of her head as she worked him with her tongue and mind-bending suction. He thought his heart might pound out of his chest as more blood flowed south. Watching her take him the other night had been surreal enough, but this took surreal to a whole new level. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed red as she strained to suck all of him.

  He had Julie tied to a bed while she...

  Pressure built and coiled low, the hot, wet tunnel of her mouth shot him closer to the edge. Closer, closer... He pulled out before he unloaded. It was too damn good and he wasn’t done with her yet. Reaching for the table, he grabbed the condoms, ripped one open and covered himself. He got into place between her open thighs and, careful of her injured leg, he shoved in. He swallowed Julie’s gasp as he sealed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. She tasted of sex and all kinds of lust. She made his fantasy real as she strained and moaned beneath him. He pumped into her hard, but controlled, driven by the need to come, the need to make her come. He pulled out and rammed back in, his hips slamming against hers.

  Julie panted and her muscles flexed under and around him. The tight sheath of her inner walls squeezed him until his brain fogged over in a sexual haze and all he could do was dive back in for more.

  Shit, he didn’t want to hurt her, but every sound she made, every taut muscle in her body drove him closer to the edge. Relinquishing complete control only gave her more power.

  “Like that?” he asked roughly.

  “God, yes,” she huffed. “Just like that.”

  His lips crashed down on hers and he couldn’t hold back another second. His orgasm shot through him like a fucking missile, exploding in hot spasms that shook him from head to toe. Julie stiffened beneath him and he felt her contractions around his throbbing dick, felt the power of her release even as the shudders of his waned.

  Breathing hard, he rested on his elbows, not ready to move off her and lose the connection, lose her heat. He reached up and loosened the knot holding her wrists. Her arms came around him tight in one of the most intense moments he’d ever shared with a woman.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  She shook beneath him and he didn’t know if laughter or tears caused it. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, bright with tears and the reckless grin curving her lips. “I’m freakin’ fantastic. How are you?” The energy behind her voice confirmed what he already knew. Sex revved her up and after this, she was just getting started.

  Troy laughed and held her close, loving the fast beat of her heart against his chest.

  Loving her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Julie soaked up Troy’s warmth, his weight. She’d never experienced tie-me-down sex like that in her life. She’d always been so tame when it came to the bedroom. Going down on a guy had never been her favorite pastime, but tasting Troy was a whole other matter. Something about him made her want to do things to him. She wanted him crazy and out of control. Loved the power she felt knowing she could drive him to the brink and send him over.

  He untied her ankles, went to the bathroom and came back to wrap her tightly against him. She had no clue what to say. The whole experience had been way more than she anticipated, on more levels than she could count.

  She stroked his chest, loving the light field of dark hair and the play of muscles beneath her fingertips. Adjusting her head a fraction, she looked up at him. He was always so serious, and now was no different. Staring up at the ceiling, he seemed a world away even as his fingers absently grazed her arm.

  After a minute, he looked at her, his dark eyes intent. He brushed a soft kiss across her lips. “Why so serious?” he asked.

  She forced a small grin. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

  He shook his head a fraction as if he couldn’t express what he wanted to say. “How’s your leg?”

  If she’d been a guessing woman, she’d have said that wasn’t what had been on his mind. “It’s okay. A little sore.” Every muscle ached as if she’d been through a strenuous workout. “I’ll be glad when the stitches come out. Will you be able to handle that or am I going to have to do it?”

  One eyebrow lifted. “I was thinking we’d find a doctor.”

  “What about keeping me under wraps?”

  “You can’t visit the doctor with a wig on?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Besides, there’s patient confidentiality. You’re safe.”

  Not from the people in the waiting room. “It seems silly to go to a stranger when one of us can snip them out.”

  “I just want to make sure it’s healed and healthy,” he said.

  “So far so good. I don’t expect any problems.” She climbed halfway on top of him and a twinge of pain zipped across her thigh. She kept it under wraps. “In fact, I expect my recovery to move along even faster now.”

  He ran his hands against her scalp and his heat made her lids heavy. “Why
do you expect that?” A sexy smile curved his lips.

  “Because I’ve started my physical therapy a little early,” she whispered laying a gentle kiss on his lips. But one kiss wasn’t nearly enough and what she intended to be short and sweet turned into slow, deep and hot as hell. Finally, she pulled away to catch her breath.

  “You like me.” His narrow-eyed gaze sent a thrill of tingles down her spine.

  It was the same thing she’d said to him on the stairs and she laughed because it was true. She more than liked him. She was in serious like with him. So serious, that it scared the hell out of her. She wouldn’t have let just anyone do what he did to her. Did he realize that?

  His erection grew against her thigh and she rubbed against him. “What gave it away?” she whispered as she continued to feather kisses across his jaw. “Was it the way I let you tie me up?” Her lips glided across his in a silky caress. “Or maybe it’s the way I took you in my mouth when you didn’t expect it?”

  She felt his dick grow rock hard against her leg and she reached between them to grasp him in her hand. He sucked in a hard breath. Her leg ached liked a bitch, but she refused to tell him because he’d make her stop and there was no way she wanted to stop. She wanted to make him come again, wanted him begging for release as she’d begged for hers.

  Troy rolled them to their sides and faced her as she continued to stroke his dick in her hand. Maybe he knew she hurt because he didn’t change their positions further. His hand did its own exploration down her stomach and toward the spot he already knew so well. He pushed a finger inside her and she kept her gaze on his eyes, watching him as they pushed each other toward the edge.

  They could’ve been teenagers by the way they played with each other. Just hands and fingers stroking inside and out, gliding and pumping. In minutes, they were both breathing hard and on another edge. He thrust into her hand as she worked her hips on his fingers.

  Julie came first, her gasp and moan accompanied the rush of her orgasm and no sooner had she started clenching around Troy’s fingers, when she felt the warm wash of his come jet against her hand and onto her stomach.

  Breathing hard, they stared at each other. The connection, the feelings she had for this man went way beyond her comfort level for the amount of time she’d known him.

  His rare smile showcased his straight white teeth and her heart somersaulted because she could get that reaction from him.

  “Did we really just do that?” he asked.

  She rubbed her thumb under his ear. A spot she knew turned him on. His lids got heavy and she took comfort that she did know things about him. She just wanted more.

  “Yeah, what happened to us? We went from the wild side to The Muppet Show in a matter of minutes. Losing our touch.”

  His eyebrows quirked. “The Muppet Show?”

  “You know, from full-on bondage sex to hand jobs? Hand jobs...sock puppets... Muppets...?” At his blank stare, she laughed. “Hey, not all the jokes hit all the time. Sue me.” She kissed him and smiled when his lips curved against hers. She rested her head next to his and took the breath he exhaled into her lungs. The closeness, the bond gave her a sense of comfort that was becoming more and more familiar with this man. She began to think she couldn’t live without it.

  * * *

  Allen watched as Carrie Ann threw off the white sheet and headed, naked, to the bathroom. The lady didn’t have a shy bone in her very toned body. He’d never been with anyone as physically fit. His experience with women ranged from too skinny to too fat. Carrie Ann was like that last bowl of porridge. She was just right. Not as good as Julie would be, but as perfect as anyone could be, not including Julie. She was shorter than Julie, but her skin was soft, her breasts were pert and best of all, she let him fuck her in ways he’d never fucked a woman. The girl bent more ways than a pretzel.

  He looked around the hotel room, still in disbelief at what he’d done. When he’d knocked on Julie’s door looking for information, he never dreamed it would lead him to this place.

  You betrayed Julie. Guilt tried to make its way through his system, but Allen crushed it. No. He’d done what he had to do. Julie would never have to know. He’d find a way to ensure Carrie Ann wouldn’t talk about it. At the moment, he needed Carrie Ann to find Julie.

  The toilet flushed and water ran in the sink. Carrie Ann came out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame.

  “Tell me again, how long you’re here for?” she asked.

  Allen smiled at the way she stood there, stark naked. Every woman he’d ever slept with had been self-conscious of her appearance. But Carrie Ann knew what she was about. Knew she had the whole package.

  “I’m not sure. I might do some traveling, so I’m taking it day by day.” He’d told her he’d had to move into a hotel while the house was under renovation. It couldn’t have worked out more perfectly. Luckily, he had plenty of money saved since he still lived at home and he’d told Carrie Ann that all of his belongings were in storage. Spending three hundred dollars a night on a hotel room to make his story legit was the cost of doing business. Besides, when his game sold, a night here would be petty cash.

  She sauntered over to the bed and straddled him. A sheet still covered his lower half, so she didn’t notice that his sore dick didn’t respond. He’d never gone all night before. The last two times he’d had to pretend he was fucking Julie to keep it up. As beautiful as Carrie Ann was, she simply didn’t hold a candle to Julie. She was just a means to an end.

  “I wish I could stay.” She looked down at him with regret in her eyes, then ran her hands through his hair and grinned. “You are such a total nerd.”

  He fought back the anger that swelled at the N-word. If she wasn’t careful, he was going to strangle her pretty little throat.

  “Good thing I like nerds.” She dropped a kiss on his forehead and climbed off him. “Tell me more about your game,” she said as she stepped into a miniscule red thong.

  She really wanted to know how much money he would make once he sold his game. Her transparency pissed him off. Did she think he didn’t realize the only reason they’d fucked was because he’d told her he had money? Finding a woman to sleep with had always been an uphill battle. If he’d known lying about his net worth would bag him a beautiful woman so fast, he’d have started doing it years ago.

  “It’s a kill-or-be-killed commando warrior game.” Pride made his chest full as he spoke about it.

  “Aren’t there like a thousand of those already?” She fastened the front clasp of her bra and he wanted to wrap it around her neck until she couldn’t breathe.

  “Not like mine,” he gritted out.

  She had the fucking nerve to grin at him. “Don’t get pissed. I’m a girl. I don’t know anything about boys and their video games except for what I see on TV. It’s all blood and violence.” She shuddered. “Yuck.” She reached for her tight jeans and her phone rang. She snatched it from the desk, checked the screen and answered. “Hey! Where are you?” She put an index finger in the air and mouthed one minute. “I haven’t talked to you in days! Who the hell does this guy think he is? I can’t tell you how much I hate this whole—” She stopped abruptly. “But Julie—”

  Allen sat up, every nerve alert. Julie was on the phone. His heart slammed against his ribs.

  “You tell Troy that I don’t give a shit. Your family and friends have a right to know where you are.” She listened some more.

  Troy? Who the hell was Troy? Did Julie have a boyfriend? She’d been single all this time and now when he was so close to her, she’d found a boyfriend? A wave of jealous anger washed through him.

  Carrie Ann didn’t get to rant anymore because whatever Julie said shut her up.

  “I’m calling you later!” she finally said before punching her screen and stepping into her jeans.

  “How’s Julie?” he asked. No reason to beat around the bush. Besides Carrie Ann looked like she was halfway out the door.

  “She’s fine. If fi
ne is letting some asshole drag you across the country. So fucking stupid,” she mumbled. “So, am I going to see you tonight?” She zipped up and tossed a sexy little top over her head.

  “I don’t know. Wait, go back. What are you talking about? Who’s dragging her where?” He didn’t like the sound of this. He leaned on an elbow, hoping his questions seemed casual.

  She adjusted the straps over her shoulders. “His name is Troy and I’ll bet you money he thinks that taking Julie cross-country on a solo trip is going to get him into her pants.”

  Allen’s mouth went dry and his pulse pounded. “What do you think?”

  “I think there’s good chance he’s right, and it’s the last thing I want for her. She deserves someone with more.”

  “More what?” Allen asked.

  “More clout. More money. More everything.” She dug her feet into her four-inch platform shoes. “God she makes me mad. You didn’t answer me. Am I going to see you tonight?”

  He agreed. Julie did deserve more. And he could give it to her. But he had to finish this game with Carrie Ann first. “I’m not sure I’m available. I’ve got meetings.” He needed a break from her. His dick might’ve wanted to play last night, but this morning, it was frickin’ sore.

  She threw out her lower lip in a sad pucker. “You’re not giving me the brush-off, are you?” She shook her head and narrowed her gaze at him. “That would not be wise. I am a woman who gets what she wants.”

  “Is that so?” He forced a smile. The more she talked the less he wanted to be around her. It was very similar to the way he felt about his mother.

  She licked her lips very slowly. If she meant to turn him on, she got it all wrong. “You’re going to miss me when I go.”