Play By Play [6] One Sweet Ride

by Jaci Burton

  The clasp was on the front. Gray, apparently being a master of all things women wore, seemed to instinctively know that. With two fingers he flicked it and it came apart for him. Evelyn tried not to think about how many women he’d undressed before in this very trailer, because tonight he was only undressing her.

  He drew the cups aside and she wriggled out of the bra, handing it to him so he could add it to her pile of clothing.

  She swallowed, her throat going dry as he stared at her. She had a decent body—nice-sized breasts and she worked out—but whenever she had sex, they usually just got right to it. She wasn’t used to being looked at for as long as Gray looked at her.

  When he laid his hands on her thighs, she trembled.

  “Cold? Nervous?”

  “Maybe a little nervous.”

  He raised a brow. “Why?”

  “Well, first, you’re still dressed and I’m naked. And second, you’re staring at me.”

  He drew his sleeveless shirt off, baring his chest. And wow, what a chest, exactly as she imagined. Well sculpted, with an amazing set of abs. She’d really like to map his stomach with her tongue.

  He reached for the button of his jeans. “I’m staring at you because you have a beautiful body, Evelyn.”

  She took a deep breath, not knowing what to say in response to that. And then she lost all thought because he dropped his jeans to the floor.

  He’d gone commando, and oh, now that he was naked? Those fire suits didn’t do him justice. And with a very thick erection to add to that amazing body?

  Perfection.

  “You’re hot,” she blurted, then realized she’d said it out loud.

  He laughed. “Well, thank you,” he said, moving from between her legs to cup her neck between his hands. “I think you’re hot, too.”

  Her pulse beat wildly against his hand as he took her mouth in a kiss that wasn’t at all as gentle as his first kiss had been. This one was filled with need and passion, fueling the fire that had begun the first moment she’d laid eyes on him.

  He kissed her jaw, then dragged his tongue across her throat. Her eyes closed, Evelyn held on to his shoulders, her pussy damp with desire as he grabbed her earlobe with his teeth and tugged before circling it with his tongue.

  “I’d like to know what else you can do with that magical tongue of yours.”

  He lifted his head and looked at her. “I can lick your pussy until you scream.”

  She raised her chin. “I do not scream.”

  He arched a brow. “Wanna bet?”

  She let out a resigned sigh. “I hate to disappoint you, but I tend to be a little on the . . . reserved side.”

  “Is that right? You, the one who just asked me what I can do with my tongue? That doesn’t sound reserved.”

  “Not that way. I mean I’m quiet. It’s become a necessity because of the condo I live in. Very thin walls.”

  “So, you get a lot of sex in this condo.”

  “No. Not at all. Very little sex, in fact. I have very old neighbors and they . . .

  complained once.”

  “About how loud you were?”

  She felt the blush heat her cheeks. “Yes.”

  “I like loud.”

  “I’ve just about trained it out of me.”

  “We’re isolated here. There’s nobody nearby. You can scream your fucking head off and trust me, no one will hear you.”

  “That sounds like an ad for a serial killer movie.”

  He laughed. “Can you die from a really great orgasm?”

  “I don’t know. Why don’t you give it a shot?”

  He gave her a look that made her toes curl, then spread her legs.

  “I can guarantee you I can’t come sitting on your kitchen counter.”

  He laid a palm on said counter. “Really. And why is that?”

  She owed it to him to be honest. Might as well not have him waste his time. “I do enjoy sex. It’s just that . . . I have trouble coming unless I’m in certain positions.”

  “Really. Who told you that?”

  “No one. It’s my body. I’m difficult. So I don’t want you to work so hard when if you just lay me on the bed in a certain position, it’ll happen much easier for me.”

  He shook his head. “All these don’ts and can’ts. I think you should just relax and enjoy it, no matter where it takes place.”

  “I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it, Gray. Just that I wouldn’t be able to come.”

  He bent, kissed her, framing her face with his hands, his tongue diving in so deeply, his hand wrapping around her and pulling her close against him and kissing her so long she forgot all about where she was. He palmed her breast, his thumb lazily grazing a nipple until she thought she’d die from the sheer pleasure of it. And when he released her, he bent her backward and put his mouth on her nipple, taking it between his lips to nibble and suck until her pussy throbbed.

  He laid her down on the counter and teased her other nipple. She gave up being uncomfortable or worrying about heading to the bedroom. They’d get there in time, and then maybe she could instruct him on the proper technique to make her—Oh. He palmed her sex and sucked her nipple, and now he swept his hand back and forth over the most sensitive part of her. And when he lifted one of her legs and laid it over his shoulder, she knew then it wouldn’t happen for her. Not in this position.

  Except he kissed his way down her ribs, taking his damn sweet time about mapping her body with his tongue. She lifted onto her elbows, watching as he made his way south, dipping his tongue into her belly button. He rubbed his face across the hairs at the top of her sex, delving ever lower, his hand gliding across her the whole time, teasing her, making her wet, making her throb with need.

  He slid his hand under her butt and raised her. And then he put his mouth on her, and oh, it was so good, his tongue warm and wet and so damned masterful. He knew where to lick her, and when he added a finger inside her, she quivered, tensing with need and anticipation.

  He lifted his head. “Lie down, Evelyn. You don’t have to control this. Relax and enjoy it.”

  She realized she was tense. All over. She rested her head on the counter and he put his mouth on her again, lazily lapping at her pussy like he’d go at it all night. She finally let go, realizing she had nothing to prove. She’d already told him she couldn’t, but the odd thing was, she could. She might. And as he worked her over with his magnificent tongue, she realized, oh, God, she was going to.

  “Gray,” she murmured, gripping his forearm with her hand.

  Of course, he didn’t answer her. He was too busy working magic on her sex, turning her world upside down, and dragging her right to the edge of reason.

  This couldn’t be happening, not on his kitchen counter. Not in this position. But he knew just where, and just how, and he took his time, finding the spots that gave her the greatest pleasure. And when he hit them, tuned in to her cries and moans, he stayed there, driving his tongue and his fingers right to that spot until she arched, wrapping her leg around his head to hold him there while she hovered so close. So damn close she shook from the sheer pleasure of it.

  He lifted his head, replacing his mouth with stroking fingers. “Let go, Evelyn. Let me hear you.”

  She closed her eyes and when she felt the warm wetness of his tongue again, she flew.

  And she cried out, remembering that she wasn’t in her condo, that she was free to scream out in release.

  Her orgasm was a shock of intense pleasure, so surprising she could only buck against him while wave after wave blasted through her until she was so spent she lay there, unable to move.

  Gray finally hovered above her, kissing her with soft brushes of his lips over hers.

  She cupped her hand over the nape of his neck, feeling languid and satiated for the first time in so long.

  She smiled up at him. “Okay, so about all that stuff I said? I might have been wrong. You’re very good at what you do.”

 
“You have an amazingly responsive body, Evelyn. You just need to relax.”

  “Apparently.”

  “Also, you taste really good.”

  She shuddered, and he scooped her off the counter into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.

  When he placed her onto his bed, she kneeled. “Now it’s my turn to touch you.”

  She reached for his cock, anxious to get her hands on him. “To taste you.”

  *

  GRAY HAD TO HOLD HIMSELF IN CHECK AS HE LOOKED at Evelyn, naked and disheveled on his bed. The way she had moved under his mouth with such wild joy had nearly undone him.

  He laid his hand over hers. “Much as I’d like that, it’s been a while for me. You put your mouth on me and this is going to be over with in a hurry.”

  She brushed his hand aside. “I don’t mind that. Then we’ll wait a bit and go for round two.”

  Evelyn pushed him down on the bed. Granted, he only went because he wanted to, but he’d let her have her way, this time. And frankly, all he’d been thinking about lately was her mouth. He wanted it on his cock.

  Clothed, she was beautiful. Naked, she was a knockout, with full breasts, slim hips, and the longest damn legs he couldn’t wait to have wrapped around him when he was inside her.

  But right now, she was on top of him, kissing him, and he didn’t mind that part at all, because her breasts brushed against his chest. He reached for her breasts, cupping them to tease her nipples, listening to her breath rush in as he played with the hardened buds.

  She had sensitive nipples, and despite what she thought, she could definitely come, and pretty damned easily, too. He didn’t know what kind of notions she had about sex, but he’d bet it had a lot to do with her provincial neighbors and some assholes in her past who hadn’t known how to take their time in pleasuring her. Or maybe she didn’t have a lot of practice in pleasuring herself. Maybe they could work on that together.

  The thought of watching her touch herself made his balls tighten.

  When she pulled back and kissed her way down his stomach, he filed that thought away for some other time.

  Because there’d definitely be another time. Once wouldn’t be enough with Evelyn.

  He should send a thank-you note to Cal McClusky for being such a fuckhead tonight.

  Without that, she wouldn’t be here with him right now, skimming her hand over his abs, making his stomach tighten as she got within an inch of his dick.

  And when she wrapped her hand around his length, he arched into her.

  She looked at him and smiled, then began to stroke him.

  “I like that,” he said, lifting his hips to help her as she wound her hands around him. “I’ll like it even more when you suck me.”

  She wound her hair around, pulling it over her shoulder out of the way. “And I like you telling me what turns you on.”

  She got up on her knees, her lips bobbing over his cock. She licked her lips and his cock lurched upward.

  “You know what turns me on, Evelyn?”

  She paused, turned to look at him. “What?”

  “You. Naked you. Clothed you. Your mouth. Your legs. The way you talk. Arguing with you. Your smile. Every fucking thing about you turns me on.”

  Her lips curved, then she turned and took his cock in her mouth. He shuddered as her wet, warm lips surrounded him.

  “Fuck. Yes, that’s good. Take it deep.”

  She grabbed the base of his cock and fed it into her mouth, taking him inch by inch until it disappeared, then released him, his dick wet with her saliva. Then she took him again. And again. She snaked her tongue around him, using suction to draw him deep into her hot, sweet mouth until he was ready to explode. When she reached down and gave a gentle squeeze of his balls, he felt the impending release.

  He reached for her hair and let it fall over his thighs like a silken waterfall. “I’m going to come, Evelyn. You ready for it?”

  She only hummed against his cock, then drew him deep again, this time only letting go partway before clenching his shaft between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

  He pumped into her, letting go with a loud groan as he released into her waiting mouth.

  Evelyn held on to him as he bucked and shuddered through his release until he was spent. Only then did she let go and crawl up his body to lay her head on his shoulder.

  It took Gray a while to catch his breath.

  “I felt that one all the way through my spine,” he said.

  “You’re welcome.” She splayed her hand on his chest. “Your heart is beating fast.”

  “It was a damn good orgasm.” He tipped her chin back and kissed her, then rolled her onto her back and deepened the kiss.

  He wouldn’t get enough of her tonight. He already knew that.

  It was going to be a long night.

  ELEVEN

  EVELYN HAD EXPECTED GRAY WOULD NEED SOME RECOVERY TIME. But five minutes of some very heavy kissing and his erection was back.

  The man was a machine.

  No, she took that back. No machine could kiss her like this, could make her wet like this, could make her crave the kind of intimacy she craved when she was with Gray.

  She’d had some pretty darn good sexual encounters in her past, but she’d never had a night of marathon sex.

  Not that they’d actually had sex yet. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. And she wouldn’t complain a bit about it in the morning either, because as Gray used his hands to bring her right to the edge of orgasm again, she was delirious with desire and the feeling that this man instinctively knew her body better than even she did. And then he expertly made her fly, using the heel of his hand against her clit, his fingers inside her, creating the kind of orgasm that made her scream.

  Oh, and could she ever scream. Apparently all that condo repression was being released tonight.

  And when he finally reached into his bedside drawer for a condom, she could have wept. Because he hadn’t stopped after she’d come again. He’d given her a few minutes to recover, then he’d kissed her again, and touched her again, getting her so wound up and so close to orgasm, she thought maybe after they were done fucking he could get her there yet again.

  He put the condom on and hovered over her.

  “I should inform you that I can’t come this way. But maybe after, you could . . .”

  He cocked his head to the side. “Again with this can’t thing, Evelyn?”

  “I’ve already had two orgasms, Gray. Even when I’m really turned on, without having had a release first, I can’t come during traditional intercourse.”

  He spread her legs and nestled his body on top of hers, holding his weight off her with his arms. “I’ll tell you what. Just relax and enjoy it as much as you can.”

  “Oh. I love sex. I can’t wait to feel you inside me. This is the most intimate act and I’ve been waiting for this. Gray, I don’t want you to think—”

  “Evelyn.”

  “Yes.”

  “Shut up and let’s fuck, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He slid inside her, so slowly she thought she might die from the pleasure, especially since he held himself above her and looked into her eyes at the same time he entered her. And when he seated himself fully inside her, she quivered, so turned on and so filled with him that it took her a moment to fully register that what she felt was much more than simply physical pleasure—though that was immensely profound. It was also emotional impact.

  She shuddered and brushed the emotion aside to concentrate on the amazing physical part of being joined with him. He filled her and her body cried for joy, tightening around him. She lifted and he groaned, rolling his hips over her and causing sparks to fly out of her hair. She could have sworn it was her hair, because she’d never felt anything like the feeling she had when he rolled his body over her.

  The contact was electrifying.

  “Do that ag
ain,” she said.

  He did it again.

  “Oh, you’re touching my clit while you’re fucking me.”

  He brushed her hair away from her face. “Imagine that.” He lifted, and rolled, over and over again, giving her the friction she needed. Her body was so languid after the orgasms, yet so sensitized, so tuned into pleasure, that she felt the tight coils of need swirling around her.

  She gripped his arms, her gaze locked with his in shock as she realized what was happening. She couldn’t breathe, could only marvel that this was possible. She was afraid to move at all because she didn’t want these incredible sensations to disappear.

  “Gray.”

  “Yeah, I feel it, too. Breathe, Evelyn. And let’s make you come.”

  “Oh, God, yes.” She let down her guard, relaxed, and dragged her nails down his arms. And when he began to move in earnest, deepening his thrusts, she cried out, wrapping her legs around him and lifting her hips to meet him.

  And that’s when she came, a burst of orgasm that blinded her to everything but the surprising, exquisite pleasure that exploded throughout her.

  “Fuck. Yes,” Gray said, and pumped inside her hard and fast, which only increased the surge of her climax. He gripped her hips while she was still in the throes of her mind-blowing orgasm and emptied himself inside her with a shuddering groan, the two of them finishing together, spent and sweating.

  Uh. Wow. That had been intense. Unexpected. And kind of earth-shattering.

  It was several moments before Evelyn could speak. Or breathe. Or comprehend what had happened to her tonight.

  Maybe Gray had some kind of super sex powers, which was why she had suddenly been able to have those intense orgasms.

  She laughed at the thought.

  “What are you laughing about?” he asked.

  “I had this thought that you must have superhuman sex powers, and that’s why I came so many times.”

  Now he laughed. “Well, I appreciate the compliment, but I’m just a normal guy.”

  She rested her hand on his chest. “I beg to differ. I’m wrecked. And thank you.”

  “For what?” Gray asked, rolling them to the side so they faced each other.