by Morgan Fox
She reached for the doorknob, but he gripped her wrist, pulling her arms over her head. Breathless and very eager, he took her mouth again. The kiss was deep and carnal, a tantalizing expression of his maddening need for her.
“Gracie,” he whispered against her lips. “Oh God, Gracie.”
“Take me inside,” she demanded.
“No, I’ll have you right here.” He reached around her and lifted her off the ground, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Again he pressed her to the door. Arching his hips, he drilled his jean-covered cock against her pussy. “Damn these clothes,” he growled, wishing more than anything that they were naked and already fucking like wild animals.
His gaze clung to hers, and her blue eyes flickered with desire. “Are you really going to try to fuck me against this door?” She sounded amazed and exhilarated, but her expression wasn’t clear.
His lips pulled back from his teeth as if he prepared to bite her. His lungs were unable to keep the air inside. He breathed so hard he couldn’t focus, dizzy with passion.
All he wanted was to be buried deep inside her, hearing her cries of pleasure as he slid his cock in and out of her tight wetness. Then the world spun out of control as her greedy little hands trailed down his chest and stomach, unzipped his pants, and surrounded his cock. He groaned, and his hips instantly began pumping.
His body went rigid from sheer pleasure. “Damn,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take me inside?” She squeezed his thickening cock harder, and he hissed, surprised by her assertiveness. “I’d prefer to have a little privacy.” She licked the seam of his lips. “I’m not really into show-and-tell.”
Who the hell is this woman?
He pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing the delicate flesh, nipping gently up to her ear. He whispered, “What if I can’t wait?”
Giggling softly, she teased, “Having trouble finding control?”
He sucked in a breath as she began stroking him from tip to balls. “Oh, fuck,” he said with a husky groan. “Damn, woman. Open the door or there won’t be one left standing when I get through with you.”
She nipped his chin playfully while her hand still pumped up and down on his shaft. “As you wish.” She unfolded her legs from around his waist and settled back onto the floor.
He heard the knob twist. The door slowly crept open, but it was way too slow for his liking. Suddenly overcome, he lifted her off her feet and shoved his way into the room. The door slammed against the wall. Without looking back, he kicked the door shut with his boot-covered foot and stalked toward the bed.
“Wait,” she said fervently, pressing her hand firmly against his chest. “I don’t want to fuck on the bed.” Her wide eyes locked on his as if the idea of having sex there would terrify her. She shook her head. “It’s too traditional. If I’m going to do this, I want something so much better than traditional.”
His eyes narrowed. The pounding of his pulse left him nearly deaf, and his mind became murky with desire. Shit, there were so many ways he wanted to have her, so many positions to enjoy.
He plopped her ass on the dresser and pulled her hand out of his pants. Glaring at her with a heightened level of disapproval, he ground his teeth together and dug his knuckles into his hips. She was driving him crazy. Could he do anything right where she was concerned? She was confusing the ever-loving hell out of him. He wasn’t a fucking mind reader. What did she want from him?
Holding her intense stare, the blue in her eyes darkened. “I tried to fuck you against the door, but you insisted on being inside. There’s nothing traditional about—”
She bit his lip and then kissed him hard, caressing her fingers over the short stubble of his hair to keep him close. Damn, this woman was ravenous for his kiss. The way she tunneled past his lips with her tongue and tasted him so thoroughly had his cock drilling through the fabric of his pants.
The frustration he’d had a moment prior was now a distant memory. Her tongue battled his, sliding up and down with fevered passions. She clawed his neck and then trailed her fingertips over his shoulders and back. He hissed as she pressed her nails deeper into his flesh.
He pushed back, ripping his shirt up over his head, and tossed it to the floor. Then he did the same with hers, gripping it with both hands and yanking with care up over her head. The black, lacy bra she wore stung his senses like a kick to his nuts.
She was fucking gorgeous. “Holy shit,” he gasped.
“What?” she cried breathlessly.
He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck, he couldn’t get his brain to function because all the blood was running south toward his cock, which now was as hard as a steel spike.
“Nothing,” he murmured. “Put your arms around my neck, and lift your hips.” His hands quickly went to work unbuttoning her shorts and tugging them down, panties and all.
Suddenly, all the air was sucked from the room as he gazed at her freshly shaven pussy. He touched her smooth skin and groaned as she leaned back, spreading her legs just enough to give him a little peek at her pretty pink slit.
Like Pavlov’s dog, he was salivating.
Unable to think, his body responded to the delights she offered him.
Immediately kneeling, he spread the folds of her pussy wider and began feasting. Without hesitation, she leaned further back, opening herself for him even more. He took a moment to admire her cunt, slick with the signs of her desire.
He inserted his middle finger while his mouth clamped down on her clit. Suckling the tender bead, he heard her panting, and her hips began to push toward his welcoming mouth and tongue. He licked and sucked her slowly. Savoring every tantalizing moment he possessed her.
He didn’t see her do it, but he felt the coarse fabric of her bra as she dropped it. Glancing up, he saw her massaging her supple breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples. They were erect and just as beckoning to his mouth as her honey-flavored pussy.
“Ah, Gracie,” he whispered.
* * * *
The way he spoke her name had her body humming as if struck by lightning. She said nothing in return, simply arched her back and welcomed his warm mouth to her breasts. He pushed her hands away and pinched one nipple between his forefinger and thumb while he licked and sucked the other. Swirling his tongue with hurried strokes, his hands moved over her ribs and past her belly until his determined fingers found her wet, silken pussy. Heart hammering, she regarded him with fevered interest as he slid his index and middle fingers deep inside her and pulsed them in and out with vigor.
Desire-drenched, she wanted more than anything to run her hands all over his sculpted body and drag her tongue along every square inch of him until she knew the taste and feel of his body intimately. This was a new type of arousal for her. The idea alone had her pussy pulsating wildly.
Returning to her mouth, he pressed himself firmly against her. His body was sin incarnate, rock hard, and unbelievably masculine. His sleek, wet tongue dove into her mouth, sliding in with fascinating skill. As a woman who had never been kissed, the stimulation was exquisite. She knew he must think her an inexperienced kisser, but he wasn’t complaining. In fact, if she didn’t know better, she’d assume he was losing control.
She’d been with enough men to know the signs, but Stone paid closer attention to her needs. No man had ever done that before. She had been there to pleasure them, and the jobs were never reciprocated.
Stone tasted of iced tea and masculinity. His lips were firm and smooth as they glided over her mouth, cheek, and jaw.
The sensations blanked out everything around her except him. He was all she could feel, taste, and hear. His touch set fire to her skin, licking over her body like the sun during the hottest day in summer.
Conquered by lust, she could no longer restrain her need to feel him inside her. Reaching down, she took hold of his cock and placed the broad head at her entrance.
“I want you, Stone. Fuck me now,” she pra
ctically ordered him. Then as he began to push inside her, she had a moment of clarity. “Wait!” She pushed him back. “We need a condom.” She never had sex without a condom. That was rule number one. Never kissing a man on the mouth was rule number two, but with Stone, that rule had been easily dismissed.
“Ah, shit,” he spat, suddenly aware of the mistake they’d been about to make. He jumped back. “Right, a condom.”
The cool air brushed over her skin while she waited for him to return. When he did, he yanked her off the dresser, abruptly turned her around, and bent her over, one hand on her hip while the other was at the back of her neck.
Everything moved so fast she didn’t have time to breathe as he shoved himself between her spread legs and tried to push inside her. She immediately placed her feet inside his and clenched the muscles of her ass tight. Pushing herself up from the dresser, she inclined her head to gaze at him from over her shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She was trembling. “Not this way. Please, I can’t do it this way.” As if burned, he eased back from her and studied her as she turned to face him. Knowing she must’ve sounded frantic, she caressed the side of his face, and smiled softly up at him. “I want to see you, Stone. I need to see into your eyes as we…have sex.”
Doggie style was a favorite among her customers, and Stone was not her customer. Right now, the towering god of strength and sexual enlightenment was her lover.
Sitting back on her dresser, she reached out, pulled him to her, and took his mouth. The moment the kiss intensified, he crouched down enough to rest her legs over his shoulders. Arching his back, he slowly filled her slick cunt with his thick cock and slid each tantalizing inch inside her until he was balls deep.
Stretching her deliciously, she marveled at the difference she felt with him. The way he held her, stared at her, worshiped her body, cared about her feelings, everything about Stone made her delirious with desire.
She dug her heels into his broad shoulders, encouraging him to drill deeper, harder. The more he pounded, the better it felt. The animalistic aggression he used rocked her to the bone, and she quickly matched his intensity, hauling her hips off the dresser with each thrust.
“Oh, yes,” she cried. Warm bursts of fire flooded through her veins. “Oh, God, you feel so good.”
Her body trembled with fever, and an unyielding arousal had her weeping. Within seconds, she was vibrating with a force she didn’t recognize. A tingling sensation that shook her from her toes to the ends of her hair. Every part of her body pulsed with a heavenly power. Then her chest tightened, and tears spilled from her eyes.
Rocked by unexplored emotions, she sobbed, but not from sadness, no, not sadness. She cried from the overwhelming feelings that consumed her, leaving nothing unaffected.
Stone held her close. “Gracie, are you all right?” His once deep and gruff voice was now soothing and filled with sincerity. His concern for her only made her sob a little harder.
Whimpering, she told him, “I never knew it could be like this.” Blinking back the tears, she kissed his lips and held his face in her hands. “Stone, technically you were my first.” She kissed him again, loving his mouth with so much gentle care.
With narrowed brows, he eyed her. His expression was thick with confusion and remorse. “I’m sorry, Gracie. I didn’t know you were a virgin. Shit, you didn’t act like any inexperienced woman I’ve ever known.” He paused a moment, as if searching for the right words to say. “I’m such a dick!”
He tried to release her, but she wouldn’t let him go. It was easy to tell he was overcome with unease, but he had nothing to feel guilty about. He had done exactly what she needed him to do.
She smiled and sighed simultaneously. “No, I’m not referring to having sex, Stone. I’m talking about having my first orgasm, at least the kind that a man can give a woman.”
His jaw dropped open. “You’ve never come before?”
A wave of excitement rushed over her skin as she shook her head no.
Sighing heavily, he cupped her face in his hands and stroked her damp cheeks with his thumbs. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? I would’ve taken my time and made it last a whole lot longer. Damn it, I could’ve given you more than one.”
She giggled. Touching every ridge of muscle on his chest, she trailed her fingers down to his defined abdomen and circled her hands around to his ass. Squeezing the firm globes, she reminded him, “Well, from what I can tell, I’m the only one that’s had one, so you still have time.”
He smiled, and his dark eyes grew darker. “Damn, Gracie. You have a way of turning me inside out.”
“Is that a good thing?” she asked, her eyes widening.
He kissed her mouth. Sucking on her bottom lip, he released it and then did it again. Licking her now-swollen lip, he muttered, “Oh, hell yes, it’s a very good thing.”
Still inside her, Stone began his wild assault on her pussy, pounding with more determined strokes. Without breaking rhythm, he lifted her up and moved to the table beside the bed. Laying her flat on her back, he kept her legs up, pushing behind her knees to spread her just a little wider.
He released his hold on one leg and raised it to rest on his shoulder, while he continued to push the other forward. With his free hand, he rubbed his thumb over her throbbing clit. Sucking in a sharp breath, she thought she was going to die.
He set a hard, fast pace, enflaming her body, tearing a feral cry from his throat. “So fucking good,” he said, his voice raw and scratchy. “Ah, Gracie.” His head kicked back as if he planned to scream to the heavens.
At that moment, everything inside her exploded. A white eruption of light filled her vision. With ease, Stone possessed her, dominated her, enslaved her, and there wasn’t a damn thing she’d change about it. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of having for a lover, a true lover, a man that would look at her body for more than what it could do for him, but more so what he could do for her and to her.
The connection with Stone was breathtakingly sweet and so playfully naughty.
“Oh. My. God,” she screamed. “Don’t stop, Stone. Please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he roared, hips driving against her. The sound of skin on skin slapping together filled her ears, that and the sound of her racing heartbeat.
So much pleasure burned inside her.
Licking her dry lips, she reached down and caressed her breasts, squeezing and pulling at the stimulated nipples.
Stone released a throaty gasp. “Ah, baby, you are so damn beautiful, don’t stop touching yourself. It looks so fucking hot.”
She hadn’t expected to enjoy sex as much as she was with Stone, but now that she had him, she wasn’t letting him stop until she was drunk on him, which didn’t take long.
Within seconds she was screaming as pleasure exploded inside her, shattering her, leaving her boneless and satisfied. He thrust into her several more times before anchoring himself to her, wrapping himself around her, and releasing all that he’d been holding inside.
His body shook as she held him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he slowly pumped his hips, emptying the last of his cum from his body.
Stone framed her face in his hands and looked intently into her eyes. The rich, deep warmth left her dizzy, and the world froze momentarily as she gazed longingly into his soul. He was exactly what she needed to discover in Temptation, and he stirred an interest in her she hadn’t imagined she’d find.
Kissing her hard one last time, he trailed his lips tenderly over her cheek and up to her hair, the warmth of his breath at her temple. He whispered, “Thank you for letting me be your first.”
Grinning broadly, she exhaled softly, trying not to let the moment pass too quickly. “Thanks for being my first.”
Chapter Three
James Ryan reclined back in his chair, folded his hands behind his head, and propped his feet up on his desk. It was times like this that required a certain level of pati
ence, and luckily, he had a lot to go around. With an arched brow, he fixed his eyes on his friend and boss and did his best not to scowl. The Lord knew Clay Garrett was doing enough of that for the both of them.
Clay pinched the bridge of his nose. “You need a vacation.”
Shaking his head, James told him, “We’ve been over this a dozen times already. I don’t need a vacation.”
The line between Clay’s eyes dug deeper into his forehead, and the pulse in his neck began to quicken. His knuckles dug into his hips, and he glared as his words ripped from his lips. “Yes, you do.”
“Why?” What’s the point in taking a vacation when I don’t do anything but sit around my house counting the days until I can return to work?
Clay regarded him with a piercing glare, and the look had James sitting straight up in his chair. “When was the last time you took any time off?”
James shrugged. “I don’t remember.” Why is it so important that I take a vacation? Does he want to get rid of me?
“Well, I do. Never. You haven’t taken one day off in three years.” Clay tapped his pen against the clipboard he carried. “Do you know why you never take time off?”
Oh, shit. Here we go.” Nope, but I’m sure you’re about to enlighten me.”
Clay pointed at him, and his finger resembled the tip of a sharp sword. James gulped and braced himself for impact. “You’re damn right I am. You never take time off because you don’t have a life. The funny thing about that is if you did take some personal time you might actually find one.”
“Find what?”
“A life,” Clay said with a heavy sigh, his hands rose in the air as if searching the heavens for guidance.
