Strip Search

by Erin McCarthy

  Axl was different. When she started to draw her thighs together in an attempt to hide herself, he used those big ass and strong hands to ease them apart again. Then he kissed her like he meant it. First one side, then the other, sliding his tongue over the soft skin.

  She shivered and relaxed a little. One glance down did not show her thighs swallowing him. It showed his dark hair, and his broad muscular shoulders spanning beyond her. When he glanced up at her, his nostrils were flared and expression intense.

  “You taste so good,” he said.

  Oh, my. Leighton didn’t even know what to say to that. Other than she loved Minnesota and its fresh air that grew giant men who made her feel like this. Wanton and delicious.

  He dipped his head again and did things that she didn’t even understand. He was everywhere down there, licking and stroking, his tongue driving her wild. The pads of his thumbs massaged her inner thighs, then her labia, teasing her apart so he could taste her more thoroughly. No man had ever shown so much dedication to her pleasure or enthusiasm for the one-sided gesture. But he seemed like he was enjoying almost as much as she was.

  All Leighton could do was lie back and withstand the assault on her senses. He took her to the edge, and as if he sensed it, pulled back, pausing to blow gently on her.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged because she was right there. “Please.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “But there’s no rush either.”

  Easy for him to say. He wasn’t being destroyed like she was. “I just need…”

  He was leisurely teasing a finger at her opening and understandably, she was very wet. He was watching her, settled in between her thighs like he’d taken up permanent residence. “What do you need, baby?”

  His tongue. His finger. His cock. An orgasm. In whatever order he preferred. Leighton didn’t know how to express that to him so instead she just rocked her hips forward to encourage him to do something. Anything. It was torture. Delicious torture.

  She wasn’t used to asking for what she wanted. She couldn’t force the words out now.

  He slid a finger deep inside her and hooked it. Leighton shuddered in pleasure. Then he leaned forward and sucked gently on her clit. There it was. A sharp, intense orgasm sweeping her under as he continued to stroke inside her. “Axl,” she breathed, gripping the bedding on either side of her hips. She needed something to hold onto as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

  When she finally relaxed her tense thighs and gave a sigh of satisfaction, he drew back and smiled up at her. It was a dirty, arrogant smile, and he rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his bottom lip. “Good?”

  She nodded enthusiastically. “Good.”

  Axl rose to his feet and put his hand on the button of his pants. Leighton scissored her feet frantically to rid herself of her shorts entirely. They had still been trapped around her ankles. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Axl looked like a stripper. He really did. His chest was broad and defined. His abs were rock solid and as he took his work pants down she saw a thick erection straining against black briefs.

  That was promising.

  She couldn’t say she was picky. A man couldn’t help what he was born with and she figured as long as someone knew how to use it, size didn’t matter. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t just a little curious and excited to feel Axl’s hard and probably large cock inside her. Because yeah, she was. Swallowing hard, she was about to divest herself of her shredded kimono wrap when Axl removed his briefs and she saw all her convictions were about to be tested. Maybe size did matter because what she was looking at made all its predecessors pale in comparison.

  Axl rolled on a condom he’d dug out of his wallet and turned back to her. He ran his hands over her, slowly, from her shoulders to her breasts, teasing at her nipples, making them harden. Leighton gave a soft moan, goosebumps raising on her flesh. He moved past her belly button, outlining her hips with both hands, before moving to cup her sex. “I love everything about your body,” he said. “You’re so gorgeous.”

  She felt his desire. It was reverberating off him, making her aroused even more if that were possible. It meant everything to her that he seemed happy with her just the way she was, instead of wanting something different or more. He didn’t want her to perform. Just be herself. The feeling was definitely mutual. “And you’re hot. I want to touch you.”

  She did. She wanted to run her hands over all those many muscles, including that thick erection.

  “In a minute,” he said.

  Then without warning he grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed then raised them. “Put your feet on my shoulders,” he urged. “I’ve been fantasizing about that ever since your co-worker mentioned it last night.”

  The sudden movement robbed her of breath, but it made a lightning bolt of heat shoot through her pussy. Not to mention the visual she now had in her head. At the time he’d said it, Jackson had mortified her but in the twenty-four hours since it had played in her head over and over to major distraction. “Me too. I’m looking forward to it.”

  She wasn’t sure why she said that other than it was the truth but Axl gave a soft laugh. “So polite. But I’m glad to hear it.”

  “Jackson said by midnight but I think we missed that deadline.”

  Axl leaned over and glanced at his phone he had dropped on the nightstand. “11:52. Damn, I’m good.”

  She laughed, feeling giddy right along with turned on. “I’m impressed.”

  He lifted her feet so they rested on his shoulders. God, she needed to go back to yoga. She couldn’t hold herself up but Axl seemed undeterred. He clapped an arm across her legs and held her solidly against him. The blood rushed to her head and she felt dizzy. Or maybe that was just the anticipation. With his other hand he used his fingers to test her dampness and to ease her apart.

  Then he was there, teasing at her opening with the tip of his hard cock. He moved in torturous circles, slicking up his cock, easing it over her clit, then back to dip inside her again. Leighton moaned. “That feels good.”

  “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

  “You’ve done a lot in my book.” The oral sex, the orgasm… whatever she might have said was lost on a gasp when he pushed into her with a hard, driving thrust.

  To her complete and utter shock she had an orgasm. All that teasing with his tip, then feeling him fully stretch her, bumping her G spot, sent her over the cliff. She gave a cry of shock and pleasure and met his intense gaze.

  “Holy shit,” he said.

  Her feelings exactly.

  * * *

  Axl hadn’t expected Leighton to come again so quickly and he had to say it was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. Paired with the way her pussy was hot and tight around his cock he was just about drowning in pleasure. Her tits were bouncing with each hard thrust into her welcoming body and her plump lips were parted as she gave her cry faded into a low moan.

  Her orgasm had her inner muscles clamping down on him, and a rush of warm moisture made for a slick, tight passage for him to bury himself in. He had been expecting something amazing with Leighton and fuck, this did not disappoint. Her hair was spread out around her head and above it from when he had dragged her down the length of the bed, her shirt torn open. Her bra dangled on her wrist and her nipples were pert and begging for his touch. He reached down with his free hand and teased one of the buds.

  “Oh, shit, stop, Axl, I can’t…” Her eyes were wide, her head turning back and forth like it was sensory overload.

  He just held her legs tighter as she tried to escape and fucked her harder. She had the absolute perfect body for pounding into and he wanted her to take all his intensity.

  “I can’t,” she said again. “I’m going to come…”

  She said it like it was a bad thing. “So come, baby. Come again with my cock inside you.”

  Leighton’s cheeks and her chest were stained pink and she looked dewy and sex
y and stunned. Her eyes drifted closed when she let go. This time she exploded silently, head back, mouth open, tits arching up toward him.

  It was amazing to watch. Everything he could have asked for. He held himself back, needing to make it last. He slowed down his tempo, wanting to enjoy her tight hot channel forever. This wasn’t about anything other than right here, right now, with this woman. This fascinating, delicious woman who came apart so easily under his touch.

  He drew out his pleasure, enjoying every stroke.

  Then Leighton gave him a look. One that was so sexy, so beautiful, he lost his hold on his control. She looked fierce. Like he was fucking her so good she had gone next level.

  Giving up the fight, he let go and exploded deep inside her pussy with a low growl. Man, she was so fucking good.

  He gripped her hard as he plunged in and out, milking his pleasure, before he finally slowed down his rhythm. Axl relaxed his grip on her legs, easing them down onto the bed. She was breathing hard and he was more than a little stunned.

  “That was crazy,” he told her.

  Caressing his hands over her legs, he eased out of her and sat down on the bed. “Damn.”

  “I second that.” She tried to shift her torn shirt over her bare breasts but it was a futile effort. She only managed to cover one nipple.

  Teasingly, he flipped the fabric back and forth. “Sorry about your shirt.”

  “I asked for it.” Her eyelashes dropped demurely, as if she were shocked she said that.

  “For which I am forever grateful.” Axl eased her hair back off her cheek. “You have amazing tits, in case you didn’t know that. An amazing body, all the way around. I may have mentioned that once or twice, but it bears repeating.”

  She looked mildly uncomfortable with the compliment, but she didn’t protest, which he liked. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “Then every minute I’ve spent in the gym is worth it,” he said, and he wasn’t kidding.

  “Oh, I mostly meant your cock,” she said. “It’s magnificent.”

  Axl almost choked on his tongue. He started laughing. “Thanks. Magnificent, huh? Wow.”

  “I mean, the rest of you is great too. What woman doesn’t appreciate muscles? But yeah, you were given a gift with, you know.”

  Apparently saying cock twice was too much for her. “Dat dick? Is that what you mean?” He grinned at her.

  “Something like that,” she said. “But whatever you want to call, I really like it.” Her cheeks turned pink.

  Damn. Talk about an ego stroke. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

  Besides round two. “You want some water or a soft drink? I can go to the machine down the hall and get you something.”

  “I’ll take a Diet, thanks.”

  With renewed energy he pushed himself up off the bed and dragged on his pants, not bothering with underwear. Sex always rejuvenated him and this had been sex on steroids. “I’ll be back in a minute. Can I have your room key?”

  “It’s on the dresser.”

  Leighton looked like she didn’t want to move anytime soon so he grabbed the key card and felt his pants pocket for his wallet and went down the hall. He found the soft drink machine and got himself three, plus one for Leighton. He was thirsty. He was hungry, but ordering a pizza at one in the morning to a woman’s hotel room seemed like he might be pushing the boundaries of familiarity.

  Of course, they were supposed to be getting married.

  It was a crazy scheme for a couple of people who weren’t particularly crazy.

  But if tonight was any indication, he was going to get a hell of a fake honeymoon before they split up.

  Balancing three of the bottles under his arm, he twisted the cap off the fourth and drank half of it walking down the hall back to Leighton’s room. When he went back into the room she was emerging from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her.

  “Did you shower?” he asked, impressed. That was a lightning quick shower for a woman, even if she clearly hadn’t washed her hair.

  “No. I just used the bathroom.”

  He set the bottles down next to his gun and handcuffs. “Then why are you wearing a towel?”

  “Because my shirt is torn. I need to find a T-shirt in my suitcase.” She clutched the towel tightly, like if she let go she’d expose herself to a roomful of children not the man she’d just had sex with. She looked nervous.

  So basically, she didn’t want to walk around naked. That was insane. If she really was his girlfriend he would beg her to wear as little clothing as possible at home. She really had a banging body. Considering where his mouth had been modesty seemed unnecessary but he wanted her to be comfortable so he didn’t tease her about it.

  Instead, he pulled her into his arms. “Before you get dressed, can I do something?”

  “What’s that?” she asked, looking up at him with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

  Axl undid the knot she’d made of the towel between her breasts and tugged so it all came free. She was gloriously naked, warm still from sex. With his hands on her waist, he brought her up close against him so he could feel her full round tits pressed against his hard chest. “This. I wanted to do this.” He brought his head down and kissed her. Not softly, but with possession.

  His cock was hard and he wasn’t done yet for the night. Axl let his hands drift lower so he could grip her sweet ass and bump her against him. She gave a soft moan and it was the most gratifying sound he’d ever heard.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  While he kissed her deeply, sweeping his tongue over hers, he shifted one hand so that he could stroke over her soft folds. She leaned into his touch, which was immensely satisfying. He teased her apart and massaged over her clit and then eased a finger inside. Three strokes and he had her body damp for him.

  Thank fucking hell his wallet was in arm’s reach where he had just tossed it by the coffeemaker after getting the soft drinks. One handed he flipped it open and found a condom between the folds. Leighton was making delicate sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat, her head rested on his shoulder. He drove his finger deeper inside her.

  “Oh, Axl,” she said. She rocked a little onto his touch.

  “Can I fuck you, Leighton? I want to fuck you against the wall.”

  She gasped, her head lifting up. Her eyes were glassy.

  For a brief second he thought he had offended her, but she nodded enthusiastically.

  “Yes. Yes, you can do that.”

  He didn’t hesitate. He slapped a condom on, turned her body, and thrust his cock up deep inside her.

  Six

  Leighton lost her ability to breathe. She had thought Axl was done for the night, because, well, she didn’t know why she thought that. She had just assumed one and done. He’d hang out for a bit, then head home.

  But now he had her back against the wall and was taking her with a sexy ferocity she had never experienced.

  Dang, it felt so good to be right. The minute she had laid eyes on him she’d known he would be a man to take a woman against a wall. She just never dreamed she would be the one being taken. It was a very lucky break, because this was amazing. This was everything.

  This was life.

  She couldn’t think, she couldn’t react. All she could do was hold onto his shoulders, stand on her tiptoes, and be on the receiving end of the world’s best dick. Award-winning, that’s what it was.

  He had one hand under her ass, holding her weight up, the other flat against the wall.

  It must take amazing thigh muscles to do what he was and Leighton was impressed. And aroused. And oh so very grateful.

  She didn’t think she could have an orgasm in that position.

  She was wrong.

  It swept over her without warning, ripping through her like a gale force wind and she cried out. “Yes!”

  “Yeah? Is that good? Do you want more?”

  That was clearly a rhet
orical question. “Yes, oh, yes.”

  She closed her eyes and tipped her head back against the wall so she could just feel the pleasure of each stroke, each rolling wave of her orgasm. She lost sense of time. It was just her and Axl and their bodies colliding until he paused, then exploded inside her.

  “Leighton. Babe,” he murmured, nuzzling her ear and nipping at the lobe.

  She clung to his shoulders and took a deep breath to ground herself. She suddenly realized her calves were burning and she dropped her feet down to the floor. Which released the pressure in her muscles but also drove him deeper again inside her for a final shudder of pleasure for both of them.

  When Axl pulled out and stepped back he backed into the coffee station, knocking his handcuffs onto the floor. He bent over and tossed them on the counter. “I’ll save the cuffs for next time.”

  Next time? She shivered. Leighton tried to imagine being cuffed to Axl’s bed. She would probably actually die of pleasure. She wasn’t sure she could handle it. Though she was willing to try. “Whatever you say, Officer.”

  His head whipped around at her tone. She sounded seductive and she wasn’t even trying. He just naturally drew that out of her. When she was with him, like this, she felt sexy.

  “Damn, Leighton. Are you trying to kill me?”

  “What good would that do me?” She shot him a grin while she retrieved her towel from the floor and wrapped it around herself. Naked was not her normal state of being. She reached for the soft drink bottle he had brought her and went to untwist the top.