Wild Thoughts

by Delaney Diamond

  “What do you do when you get the…urge?”

  “I handle it myself.”

  “Is that what you’re going to do tonight?”

  “Probably.” Definitely.

  Lindsay licked her lips and his gaze traced the movement.

  “I could help you with that.”

  He groaned. “Let’s go, before I end up doing something I’ll regret.”

  “I promise, you won’t regret it.”

  She challenged him with her eyes, and he almost threw her over his shoulder and raced to her house.

  “Trust me, I already know that. Let’s go.”

  He took her by the hand and dragged her unceremoniously up the steps of her townhouse. She opened the door, and after entering, backed up a few steps. “There’s still time to change your mind and come in, if you want.”

  “Goodnight, Lindsay. Close the door,” Malik said, as much for himself as for her.

  “You’ll have to step back if you want me to close the door,” she said quietly.

  Without realizing it, he’d placed one foot over the threshold as he gripped either side of the doorframe, his body half in and half out. He felt like he could tear down the frame with his bare hands the way the Bible’s Samson tore down the pillars in the temple.

  Malik stepped back. “Goodnight.”

  She came slowly forward, keeping eye contact. Then she quietly closed the door in his face, and he heard the deadbolt slam into place.

  Malik wasn’t sure how long he stood there, staring at the closed door. When he finally moved, his loins throbbed painfully. He left Lindsay’s doorstep and climbed into the truck. He drove away thinking that was a close call. He’d never come so close to reneging on his promise to himself before. Just as he’d known from the beginning, Lindsay was a temptation that was hard to resist.

  And what if, hypothetically, he did sleep with her? Lindsay could become too much of a distraction. She was dramatic and argumentative. No doubt a relationship with her came with the type of emotional turmoil that could be draining. Leaving was for the best.

  Yet as he neared the exit, doubts surfaced that he’d made the right decision by walking away. The truth was, the past six weeks he’d simply delayed the inevitable. Every time she threw a sharp word at him or wiggled her bottom—intentionally or subconsciously—his resolve took another hit. Tonight, the quiet beast in him had been awakened, and there was only one solution.

  Malik swung the steering wheel hard to the left and made a U-turn in the middle of the street. Car horns blared, but he ignored them as he sped back in the direction he’d just come from.

  Why should he deprive himself? He’d planned to sleep with her eventually anyway. Why ‘handle it’ when Lindsay was willing?

  He pulled up outside her house with a squeal of tires and let his long strides take the brick steps two at a time. He banged on the door until Lindsay answered. Her golden blonde hair was brushed flat on her head, her face washed free of makeup, and she wore a white silk robe that stopped mid-thigh.

  “Wh…you came back? Why?” She looked past him as if the answer lay behind him.

  “You’re right. We’re both adults. Let’s get this over with.” He didn’t recognize his own voice, it was so low, so hungry.

  “What about your vow of celibacy?”

  “Do you really care about it?”

  She paused. “No.”

  He picked her up, fused his lips with hers, and kicked the door shut. Six weeks since she first showed up at his house with her offer. Six lousy weeks and she broke him, kicked right through his paper-thin resolve after three years of abstinence.

  He couldn’t think straight, and it was all her fault. He wanted to see her tattoos and trace every line with his tongue. He intended to have her every way possible and within minutes intended to spread her legs and place his face between them.

  “Bedroom,” he muttered against her mouth.

  Lindsay pointed down the hall, and he marched with her in his arms to an open door. Inside the bedroom, he set her on the floor and tugged off his shirt.

  “When I’m done, you’ll forget every dick before me.”

  His words sparked excitement in her eyes. Holding his stare, she tossed the robe off her shoulders, hurriedly removed her panties, and dropped them to the floor.

  He took a deep breath. Lindsay was exquisite. Pretty, smooth skin everywhere, including between her legs. Her breasts were full and heavy with dark-chocolate nipples, and his mouth went dry with the need to fasten his lips over them.

  “Let me help you out of this,” she whispered.

  She unzipped his pants and shoved them to the floor. Seconds later, they were both naked and on the bed, he on top of her, his mouth fastened over one of her breasts. She arched into him, and he squeezed her breasts together and tasted each one in turn. She twisted against him, smoothing her hands over his biceps and making eager, desperate sounds. He sucked harder and ground his hips into hers.

  Lindsay massaged his length, letting her soft hand stroke from base to tip in a continuous loop. “Now. I’m ready, please,” she moaned.

  Malik shuddered and pressed his face into her neck. He’d lived with the coiled tension building in his groin for weeks and could barely contain his excitement. He was anxious to claim her and grew impatient as endorphins rushed his brain.

  Then he remembered one very important detail that he’d failed to consider. He didn’t have any condoms because he hadn’t needed them in years. He halted his movements and almost cried out with anguish at the oversight.

  “What is it?” Lindsay asked.

  “I don’t have any protection.”

  “I do. In my purse.” She pointed to the dresser, and he jumped up from the bed. “Hurry!”

  The fact that she was so anxious only inflamed his lust. He dumped out the contents and snatched up one of the condoms. When he turned to face her, Lindsay lay on the bed in such a wanton pose, he almost swallowed his tongue. His gaze traveled from where her bottom lip was secured between her teeth, down to her breasts, both in a tight clasp as she squeezed them together. Her legs were spread so he could see the dewy wetness of her bare sex.

  “Are you just going to stand there and watch?” she asked.

  He couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck her or eat her. Fuck her, he decided. He could eat her later.

  “Ima tear your ass up,” he muttered.

  She moaned excitedly and wiggled like a snake while Malik sheathed his length in protection. He lowered on top of her and forged their bodies together in one fluid move and froze, squeezing his eyes shut.

  He’d forgotten how good it felt being inside a woman. His balls drew up tight as he struggled to maintain control. Grabbing her hips, he went deeper and she gasped. He withdrew and pushed forward again, sucking air between his teeth.

  Damn, damn, damn.

  “Yes, Malik, yes,” she whispered.

  Their bodies moved in concert as her heels dug into his butt and little impatient sounds expelled from her throat.

  He lifted her hips high so he could tunnel deeper. His gaze dropped to where their bodies were joined. He withdrew and pushed forward, withdrew and then watched the tip disappear inside her again.

  That was his biggest mistake. He shouldn’t have looked. Maybe he could have lasted a smidgen longer.

  His hands tightened on her hips, and he groaned. The rush toward release overtook him, and he couldn’t hold back. He tried, but his body betrayed him as his hips pounded at a frenzied rate. Between her thighs was the sweetest torment. To be encased in this wet, warm cocoon was more than he could handle. It had been too long.

  A four-letter curse dropped from his lip as he slumped forward and expelled into the condom with a violent shudder. He came too quickly.

  Damn.

  Chapter 14

  The silence was louder than a gun going off.

  This was one of the most awkward situations Lindsay had ever been in. Her last sexual encounter may have b
een lacking, but at least Devon lasted longer than a minute. Acute disappointment kept her mute. She didn’t know what to say or what to do.

  Malik rolled off her onto his back, and they both lay there in uncomfortable silence, staring at the chandelier above her bed.

  Finally, Lindsay couldn’t take the quiet anymore. If she got him out of there within the next few minutes, she could satisfy herself with one of the toys in the drawer by the bed.

  She cleared her throat and sat up. “Well, um, thank you for—”

  “No.” Malik sat up and shook his head. “I’m not going out like that. We’re not done.”

  “Yeah, we are.”

  “That was a fluke. A misfire. You have to give me another chance.”

  “You don’t have to prove anything to me,” Lindsay said carefully, knowing very well how fragile the male ego could be.

  “We’re not done. That has never happened to me before in my life.”

  She shot him a look steeped in skepticism.

  “I’m not lying. Give me a chance to redeem myself.”

  “Seriously, Malik, it’s not a big deal,” she lied.

  “We’re not done. Where’s your bathroom?”

  She pointed with her thumb to the door behind them, and he rose from the bed. Her eyes followed his broad back. Goodness, he was built, with a tight behind and thick, muscular legs sprinkled with hair. Her aching sex wanted more of him, and before tonight, she’d conjured all sorts of wild thoughts, imagining what having sex with him would be like, but he didn’t deliver. What a disappointment.

  When Malik came out of the bathroom, she was standing by the door in her robe, ready to dismiss him.

  He frowned at her. “What are you doing? Get undressed and get back on the bed.”

  Lindsay folded her arms. “Look, I’m trying to be nice here, but frankly, I don’t want a repeat of what just happened.”

  “There won’t be a repeat,” he said between gritted teeth. “I haven’t been with a woman in three years. Believe me, you’re about to have a whole different experience the second time.”

  True enough, he hadn’t had sex in a long time, but that didn’t mean the second time would be any better. Maybe he had a high opinion of himself, like some men did. Or...she could give him another shot at satisfying her, because she was certainly still horny and his magnificent body was completely naked in front of her. One more time couldn’t hurt, could it?

  She walked over to him so they were only inches apart. “You have one more chance,” she warned.

  The left corner of his mouth lifted into a semi-smile. “If I don’t deliver, you can kick me out.” Then he fell serious, his sleepy brown eyes gazing down at her. “But I promise, you won’t want to.”

  She was almost scared by the determination nested in his eyes.

  “You have a scarf?” Malik asked.

  “Why?”

  “Do you have a scarf?” he said in a harder tone.

  Lindsay narrowed her eyes. “Yes.”

  “I need it.”

  She stared at him for a few seconds longer, a trickle of excitement running over her skin. What did he have in mind? She went over to the dresser and removed a colorful silk scarf and handed it to him.

  “Get undressed and get on the bed. On your stomach.”

  Lindsay let the robe slide down her arms to the floor and climbed onto the bed. The mattress depressed when he came on behind her. His knees straddled either side of her hips.

  “You trust me?” he whispered in her ear.

  His voice made her sex clench.

  She hesitated for a second, then answered, “Yes.”

  The scarf, folded into a long strip, lowered in front of her face. “Close your eyes,” Malik said.

  She did, and he covered her eyes and secured the material at the back of her head. Ensconced in darkness, her nerve endings tingled while she waited for his next move.

  Then she felt his moist mouth on the back of her neck.

  Lindsay inhaled sharply.

  “You smell good,” Malik said softly. “All of you. Every single inch.”

  He nuzzled her hair and slipped a hand between her legs from behind. She was startled by the unexpected contact, and when he kept his hand in place on her butt but allowed one long finger to play with her clit, tension curled her fingers into the sheet.

  Malik nibbled on the underside of her jaw and kissed the sensitive side of her throat. He seemed to know all the right spots without being told. After showing attention to her throat, his mouth journeyed to her shoulder with hard, sensual kisses that set her skin on fire. She arched her back, and her breathing became choppy as he mercilessly squeezed her bottom while simultaneously dropping more kisses down the middle of her spine.

  “You’re so sexy,” he said in a guttural whisper.

  The words added to the perception of being engulfed in erotic sensation caused by his hand and his fingers between her legs. When he squeezed again, Lindsay whimpered, lifting her butt into the press of his hand.

  Malik paid close attention to every dip and curve. His licked her side and hip where the tattoos inked her skin, and he nibbled on her buttocks and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

  “On your back,” he said.

  She rolled over, still completely engulfed in darkness and disoriented because she didn’t know where he would go next or what he’d do. The anticipation of his next move was nerve-racking, and her senses were heightened because she couldn’t see a thing.

  He palmed her breasts and then pressed them together in a torturous rendition of catch and release. Her fingers found the muscular plane of his upper back and smoothed over the sinuous skin as he went to work on her nipples. He explored the hard tips with his tongue, sucking and licking with enthusiasm and turning them into hard, aching points. She moaned, arching into his mouth, silently begging him to suck even harder. Without having to verbalize her wishes, he obliged, and her head twisted left to right on the pillow.

  “Open your legs,” Malik commanded.

  Lindsay widened her quivering thighs, and he eased a hand down her torso and cupped her bare sex.

  “So wet,” he whispered, stimulating her with his fingers.

  The friction from his stroking hand made her twist in the bed in sexual frustration. “Malik.” His name was a choked whisper on her tongue.

  “Wider,” he said, his voice sounding gruffer.

  Lindsay spread her legs, certain her wetness must be drenching his fingers.

  She felt, but couldn’t see, him position himself between her legs. In anticipation, her fingers curled into the silk bedsheets and her breaths came more spasmodically as he kissed his way down her chest. His movements stretched her nerves taut, almost to the point of snapping.

  Then he filled his mouth with her sex.

  She knew that’s what he was going to do, yet the act still shocked her as if unexpected. He looped her legs over his impossibly broad shoulders and tunneled his tongue into the most intimate part of her. He was dogged in his attention, his tongue sweeping between her lower lips and his mouth insistent, demanding that she come for him.

  Her body was so finely tuned to his lovemaking that she felt an orgasm barreling closer. Her hips bucked against his face, against the relentless way he lapped at her drenched flesh and the way his tongue and mouth moved in earnest. Good heavens, did she hear him smacking his lips? The indecency of it, the utter rawness of the sound, was almost enough to unravel her.

  His pleasure-filled groans filled the room as he kept her open and did as he pleased. She realized right away that she was no match for him. He’d barely started, but she was helpless against the orgasmic wave that beat against her pelvis. This couldn’t be happening.

  She came with a loud shout as a leg-shaking orgasm took command of her body. She endured the high until it deemed she’d suffered enough and set her free to collapse, depleted.

  Lindsay lay there, unable to move as she came back down to Earth. Malik removed the
covering from her eyes, and she stared up at him in wonder. That was one of the most sensual experiences she’d ever had. It was erotic, and she was light-headed, her brain swimming in utter euphoria.

  “Ready for your second orgasm?” he asked, licking the side of her neck.

  He didn’t wait for an answer. Cupping her jaw, he brought his lips to hers and they kissed hungrily, a devouring connection that instantly inflamed Lindsay’s lust for him again. Malik rolled onto his back and she straddled him, their mouths nipping and sucking in hot, urgent caresses. They kissed for an eternity, as if it were the last time they’d ever have the opportunity.

  Lindsay broke contact to position herself above him. She dipped her nipples into his moist mouth, plunging them repeatedly into the sensual pull until he grew tired and held her in place so he could properly indulge as much as he wanted.

  Then she explored the rest of his body. Her hands traced a path down his chest, and her mouth followed in their wake. When she kissed his pecs, he groaned, and when she dragged her tongue across his washboard abs, he drew a sharp, ragged breath.

  She was desperate to have him inside her. The desire was so great, it manifested as a need. She cupped his bearded jaw and brought her face so close their noses almost touched. “Malik, I’m ready. I need you.”

  He didn’t say a word, simply pulled her tight against him, molding his hands over her hips and buttocks, as he grabbed one more spine-tingling kiss. Then he released her long enough to get a condom and rejoined her on the bed.

  She pulled him down between her legs.

  “Tell daddy how you want it,” he whispered.

  “Hard and deep,” she whispered back. The way she’d wanted in the beginning. She only hoped he could deliver this time.

  The stiff column of his flesh took possession of her with a determined thrust.

  “Yes.” The word came out as a hiss of pleasure as she arched her head back.

  One of Malik’s big, warm hands closed around her throat and held her in place. He squeezed for several seconds and then released her. “You good? You like that?”