His hands twitched with the need to touch her again. Just a little more before he did the impossible and allowed her to leave without branding himself on her fucking soul. Just one more fix.
Decision made, he eased onto the bed, straddling himself just above her upper thighs. The heat from her body seeped through the denim, adding warmth to a region already one step shy of a nuclear burn. He stared down at her bare back, reveling in the beauty of it, witnessing the tremor that started somewhere near her shoulders and travelled the length of her spine.
He inhaled and flexed his fingers, then started massaging her back and shoulders, carefully avoiding her tattoo. Her skin was hot beneath his fingers, radiating bolts of heat through him and pooling in his groin. Touching her was like stroking a live wire; it sent tingles resonating out to his nerve endings.
Soft moans escaped her lips. Kyle clenched his jaw, fighting every primitive male instinct that vehemently protested his restraint. It was torture and bliss at the same time.
“Oh, Kyle,” she moaned breathlessly. “That feels soooo good. You should take out a patent on those hands.”
“Am I forgiven?” he asked. He craved a fix of her liquid sunshine, but she didn’t give it to him. “Lina?”
“Don’t stop. I’m thinking.”
He laughed softly, then eased himself onto the bed beside her. “I think you’re taking advantage of me.”
“What’s your point?” Lina’s voice was low, seductive, thick as honey, a direct result of his touch.
He laughed again, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “Don’t you think Johnny is going to start worrying about you soon?”
“No.”
“And why not, Lina?”
She hesitated. Her eyes darkened, a beautiful shade of deep green that made him think of priceless gems, her lashes closing halfway before she answered. “Because he thinks I’m with Amy.”
Chapter Ten
Kyle sucked in a breath. Was the universe conspiring against him, or giving him a gift?
“I thought that I might be able to persuade you to let me stay with you.” She looked at him with those big doe eyes and the blood froze in his veins. One by one he could hear the threads of his control snapping until very few remained. He was strong, but not that strong. Fuck.
“Will you, Kyle?” Celina turned her body toward his, cupping his face with her hand, brushing her bare breasts against his chest. “Will you let me stay with you tonight?” She placed her lips lightly against his, and he inhaled her sweet breath.
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Lina trumped every fantasy he’d ever had. Just this past week alone he’d dreamed of her begging him to take her dozens of times. Now she was asking to spend the night, and he couldn’t even speak.
“Please, Kyle.” Her voice was nothing more than a warm breath against his lips. A desperate plea. One hand moved slowly down his chest, over his abs, and into his jeans. His erection stretched toward his waistband as if reaching for her.
Lina gasped and moaned at the same time; it was sexy as hell. With a simple flick of her fingers she released the button and unzipped his fly, boldly sliding her hand right back in and wrapping her fingers around him.
“Sweet fucking Christ, Lina,” he gasped, thrusting into her hand. The way she touched him made him feel like it was his first time in the palm of a woman. The few remaining rational thoughts he had been so desperately holding on to fled instantly.
“Will you make me beg, Kyle?” she purred into his neck.
“Yes. No. Fuck.” The last thread of reason gave way, and he could not remember why he shouldn’t be doing this. There was only Lina. Her hand like warm satin on his cock. Her hard nipples against his chest. Her hot, sweet breath on his lips.
His hands found her breasts, palming them, wondering at the feel of her. He rolled the hard tips between his fingers, relishing the way it made her squirm with pleasure. His mouth watered with the need to taste. Unwilling to waste even one more moment, Kyle lifted her up to take her breast in his mouth. He circled the tight bud with his tongue, then sucked it between his lips, savoring. Lina arched into him, begging him to take more.
He obliged, pulling and teasing and nipping one, then the other, while his hands sought out their own pleasure. They explored the curve of her back, the fullness of her ass, the firmness of those gorgeous thighs. It was even better than he’d imagined.
Lina threw her leg over his hips and rocked against him. Kyle rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she straddled his lap. With a lusty moan, she threw her head back and ground her exposed sex down against his erection, groaning in frustration when she realized his clothes kept him from her.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Kyle choked out. She was so fucking hot with her breathy pleas, her nails digging into his chest, rubbing against him like that.
“It aches, Kyle,” she pleaded with so much want he thought he’d explode. “Make it stop, please.”
He reached down between them. His jeans and briefs were damp. His fingers traced along the inside of her thighs, and they were quickly drenched. Then he put them up to her sex and groaned. She was dripping wet for him. She keened when he touched her, a sound of pure need.
Denying her was impossible. She was so fucking hot, so fucking beautiful.
“Hang on, baby.” He lifted her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, then rolled off to kneel on the floor, filling the space between her legs. With one violent tug, he ripped apart his shirt, sending buttons flying, scattering against the wall, giving him the skin-to-skin contact he so desperately needed.
Lifting her knees over his shoulders, he dove face first into the hottest pussy he’d ever had. Every stroke, every touch, every lick brought forth fresh screams from her, making him crazy. She was so incredibly delicious, so dark and rich and sweet, more addicting than heroin. He could spend a lifetime here, between her legs, loving her with his tongue.
She writhed against him, panting, fighting against her release. “Don’t fight it, Lina, let it take you.” He licked all around her clit, his wicked tongue sending shooting bolts of lightning through her core, while he eased one finger into her.
Holy shit. She was so tight. Lina bucked; her sheath clenched his finger so hard his dick throbbed. He massaged and stroked and stretched until he was able to insert a second finger, loving the way her legs wrapped around his upper back and pulled him closer. Her hands fisted his hair and pulled hard; her nails raked his scalp. This was the hellcat he’d glimpsed in her eyes that first night, the one he wanted to unleash and let run wild.
Her throaty moans spurred him on, throwing gasoline onto the fire burning deep in his gut. He wrapped his lips around her and pulled, curling his fingers in an expert move. She exploded around him with the force of a nuclear bomb, letting out a wail that might have been his name. Her entire body convulsed in pleasure, and he instinctively reached up to cradle her against him, covering her body with his own.
“Ssssshhh,” he soothed, feeling her heart beat wildly against his chest. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, ssshhh.” She was crying softly, and he didn’t know what to do. Every delectable inch of her bare flesh was plastered to him, holding on for dear life. He’d made many women come before, but not one had ever reacted like this. Like her very soul had been ripped from her body. The warning bells started ringing in his mind again, but he pushed them away.
Eventually her breathing slowed and she relaxed the death grip she had on him. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him – his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead. The sheer intimacy of the act blew him away.
Kyle was at a loss. Hell, he didn’t even know what he was feeling. Lina’s scent lingered in his nose, her taste upon his tongue. It was as if his whole life had just been turned upside down and he was left hanging by his ankles, trying to make sense of it all.
“What about you?” Her voice was hoarse and rough – probably from all the screaming. He blinked. What was she talking
about?
Her hand slipped down between them, slipping into his jeans and briefs once again. The crippling ache returned with crushing intensity. Oh yeah, that. What was the question again?
Her thumb raked across the top, eyes widening when she discovered the drop of pre-cum at the tip. Without taking her eyes from his, she lifted her thumb and sucked it into her mouth. Holy shit. That had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
He was wrong. Celina’s eyes dilated, and she dropped her hand again, gently squeezing. Her delight was obvious when she’d brought forth a little more, then sucked her thumb and her finger again. A wicked grin played at her mouth.
“Can I?” His cognizant brain processes stopped. She was asking his permission?
“Please, Kyle. Can I?” Oh, fuck yes.
He might have nodded, he couldn’t be sure, but the next thing he knew, he was leaning back on the bed, propped up on his elbows, and Lina was pulling his pants down below his knees and over his ankles. Both of her hands traced up the inside of his legs, searing his skin, sending electric pulses straight into his cock. Finally freed, it pulsed and strained, begging shamelessly for her attention.
She gasped when she saw it, a wholly feminine sound that incorporated fear and awe and utter delight, all at once. He couldn’t help it; he watched, mesmerized as she settled herself between his legs. Taking her time, she studied him, raking her eyes up and down its length. Then she grasped him firmly with one hand, rubbing her thumb gently along the underside. Her delicate fingers couldn’t quite reach all the way around, so she added the other, holding and stroking him with a double grip that made white-hot stars to shoot across his vision. Kyle swore and threw his head back. Celina froze.
“Oh God, I’m sorry, am I hurting you?” What?
“No. Feels fucking awesome. Don’t stop.” His voice was thick and husky, and he spoke through clenched teeth. Encouraged, she returned to her explorations. She delighted in changing her touch, her stroke, her direction often, making sure each and every inch was well tended, but never staying in one place for too long. He was slammed with a multitude of sensations, never knowing exactly what she was going to do next.
Eventually she replaced one of her hands with her mouth, leaving the other to explore. At first, she just kissed his shaft. The top, the sides, the base. Then her tongue came out, stroking the seam, circling around the root, dipping into the wet slit at the top.
Kyle watched in awe. He had never seen anything like it. It was as if this was all new to her, her own personal voyage of sexual discovery, and he was the ship. Every touch started off light, tentative, before becoming more confident and claiming as she absorbed his response.
After she’d stroked, kissed, and tongued him into oblivion, the sucking started. She pulled his head into her mouth, eyes closing in rapture when she tasted the dark richness of him upon her tongue. Then she worked her way down the sides - left side, then right, front, then back – methodically, all the way down to the base. He felt the absence of her wet heat keenly in the second or two she pulled away, until she opened wide and gently sucked his balls into her mouth. Her teeth raked against his sensitive skin as she tongued him, so careful, so gentle.
“Fuck, Lina, I’m going to come, baby.” He felt it only fair to warn her. Fire burned at the base of his spine; his release was coming on hard and strong, and would probably leave holes in the walls. He’d warned her so she could pull away, but that thought didn’t seem to occur to her. In an instant she’d released his sack and sucked his head deep into her mouth again, pulling for the climax she now knew was imminent, her hand picking up where her mouth had left off.
“Lina!” he warned desperately, grasping her head, tangling her hair in his fingers. He was going to come so hard...
Then she did the unthinkable. She released him, looked up into his eyes, and smiled – fucking smiled – right before she plunged down on his cock again.
He felt the tip touch the back of her throat and fought the urge to buck into her farther as her hand circled around the base and squeezed. Then she relaxed her throat muscles and took him further. She was deep-throating him. He couldn’t have stopped his climax any more than he could have a freight train. The first jet shot from him like a cannon as he roared her name to the heavens. Lina swallowed; the flex of those muscles made it feel like she was milking his cock. He continued to empty into her mouth, and she took it all, greedily.
When his spasms stopped, she pulled away slowly, licking away the last of his release. She poured herself over his chest, planting kisses along his collarbone. He couldn’t move, not even to wrap his arms around her. He just lay there, eyes closed, swearing he’d just discovered another dimension, somewhere between time and space.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
She continued to place soft, warm kisses along his neck and his shoulders, while the pounding of his heart eased somewhat. Eventually his arms drew her against him, holding her close. She fit so perfectly there. When he felt strong enough, he stroked her back gently.
“Kyle?”
“Kyle’s not here. He died and went to heaven.”
Lina laughed, sending breathy puffs of air over his skin. “I certainly hope not. I have a favor to ask of him.”
“Anything.” He would do anything for this goddess that had given him a glimpse of nirvana, spend hours worshipping her, wring every last possible drop of pleasure from her.
“Make love to me.”
Kyle’s eyes popped open. That was a favor?
“Please?”
He looked into those beautiful green eyes currently staring down at him, begging him to fuck her. As if denying her was even a possibility at this point. “Why is it that whenever you say that, I can’t seem to resist?” Impossible as it was, his cock was already stirring again.
“Please.” She licked his neck. “Please.” She nibbled his lip. The taste of her release mixed with his was driving him insane. “Please.” She positioned herself right on top of his erection. There was no way he should be so hard so soon, but apparently his cock didn’t give a shit about any of that.
And she was dripping all over him again.
He eased her onto her back. “Does this hurt?”
“No. All I can feel is you ...”
She ran her fingers through his hair and stared into his eyes, opening her legs so he could settle between them.
“Hang on. I need a condom. Don’t fucking move.”
He sprinted into the bathroom and grabbed one from the box he kept beneath the sink. By the time he made it back, he’d sheathed himself. Kyle climbed back onto the bed and eased himself between her quivering thighs. Rolling his hips, he stroked his rod against her, lubricating himself with the slick wetness she’d already provided. She was so soft, so hot, so wet, so fucking tight. As good as her mouth was, this was going to be a dream come true.
He rocked his hips, his head sliding into the opening of her sex as she stretched to accommodate him, and stopped. She wiggled beneath him, begging for more. She was so tight, he was afraid to force himself for fear of tearing her.
And then it hit him. She was too tight. And tearing her is exactly what he’d be doing if he applied even one more ounce of pressure. He’d be ripping right through her innocence.
“Kyle, please,” she begged, and it tore his heart in two.
The realization washed over him like a bucket of ice water. He looked down into her face, her beautiful face, and saw the truth. This wasn’t just sex, not to her. This was fucking hearts and flowers and making love, and that scared the shit out of him. He fucked. He did not make love. And he didn’t do virgins.
“You really are a fucking virgin?!?” Kyle pushed away from her as if she would burn him. Backed himself up against the wall, needing to put as much distance between them as possible.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He’d come so close. Too close. He couldn’t do that to Lina, especially not with those goddamned stars in her eyes. He might not be a s
aint, but even he had limits, and that included taking a woman’s innocence. His partners knew exactly what they were getting into, or he didn’t play.
Lina opened her heavy-lidded eyes and looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?! What’s wrong?! This! This is wrong, Lina.” He stalked over to the chair and picked up the sundress she’d tossed there earlier. “For Chrissakes, dress yourself.”
Her expression was one of complete confusion. “But I thought...”
Kyle paced two steps left, two steps right, more conflicted than ever. He picked up his jeans and stabbed his legs into them. He ran his hand through his hair, mumbling to himself. Panic flooded him, warring with lust. This wasn’t just sex. This was fucking happily ever after.
“You thought what?! That I was the one?” The look on her face told him that was exactly what she thought. Holy shit. Deep inside his chest, his heart pounded so furiously it threatened to abandon him and lay itself at her feet. She was looking at him with those big eyes and his cock protested strongly against its forced incarceration. It wanted her as badly as the rest of him.
“You’ve got the wrong guy, Lina. I fuck, I don’t make love. And I don’t do virgins. You want the hearts and flowers, go back to my brother. Jamie’s the one who is in love with you, not me.”
Kyle clamped his mouth shut so he wouldn’t scream out at the pain slicing through his gut. Lies. All of it. But he had to say those things.
He was all wrong for her. She needed someone who could give her the fairy tale ending, and that was not him. Lina deserved better than him. She deserved the white picket fence and the two-point-five kids, and he couldn’t give her that.
Lina stared at him for a full minute, blinking back the tears building in her eyes. When she spoke, it was in a quiet voice thickened by unshed tears. “If I wasn’t a virgin – if I went out right now and had sex with someone else first – would you want me then, Kyle? Is that what you want? You want someone else to fuck me first so you don’t have to bear the guilt?”
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