High Passion

by Vivian Arend

  He savoured her. The sensation of her lips moving against his. The pressure as she attempted to get closer.

  Even as their tongues touched and retreated, breaths intermingling, he was all too aware of her soft sex under his hand. He stroked his thumb over her suit, a gentle brush. She whimpered deep in her throat and pulled away from the kiss.

  The flash of fire in her eyes—no way he wanted to miss experiencing it for the first time.

  He pressed their foreheads together, left hand cupping the back of her neck to keep her where he wanted her. “I’m going to make you come, and I want to watch every second of it.”

  She swallowed hard and widened her legs in invitation. “Yes.”

  Alisha had pulled off her bathing cap earlier, and her long hair tousled over her shoulders, the ends curling around her breasts. She still wore her sports bra, and he wished they were in a better location so he could strip it from her. Leave her naked so he’d see her nipples hiding behind the long blond strands, peeking out with every breath she took. Her skin was smooth, water droplets clinging to her.

  “So beautiful.”

  He lowered his gaze to her sex, playing again over the material, rubbing with increasing pressure as the fabric slipped between her folds. The little noises she made added to his pleasure as he adjusted his touch, varied the pressure based on her response.

  He glanced around the pool area for a second, making sure they were still alone and his body blocked the instant view of what they were doing from anyone who might enter the area. There shouldn’t be a class for at least another thirty minutes, but he didn’t want to be interrupted by surprise.

  No one around—no one to stop them from this moment. Devon slipped his fingers under the edge of her swimsuit and tugged it to one side, exposing her sex.

  He nearly swallowed his tongue. “Sweet. Fucking. Mercy.”

  Alisha laughed. “You like?”

  She was bare except for the trimmed strip of curls on her mound. “When I mentioned eating you out I had no idea. Now I can hardly wait.”

  Moisture glistened on her folds, not just the water from the pool, but her arousal. Her desire for him.

  He shook his head to refocus and pulled his gaze to her face, staring into her eyes. The corners of her mouth twisted upward slightly as if she had a secret she wasn’t willing to share. Trapping her gaze, his hand returned to her sex, circling her tender core gently. As one finger drifted deeper, her lashes fluttered.

  “Look at me,” Devon commanded, his voice soft but clear. Her lids snapped open, her tongue slipping out again to moisten her lower lip. As he continued to caress her folds, a range of emotions crossed her face. Embarrassment passed quickly enough as she caught fire. Caught the need for more. Desire rising, excitement growing. Her breathing quickened as he stroked deep inside.

  Devon slipped two fingers into her, pressing his thumb over her clit to continue the assault on her senses. He smiled at the soft noises she made, her face twitching occasionally when his fingers touched a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh yeah, I got you there. Right here, yes?”

  He stroked with the pads of his fingers and she squirmed, a deep flush rising on her chest. She released her lower lip from her teeth to pant lightly.

  Her eyes glittered as her breathing rate increased even further.

  “Devon . . .”

  He leaned in and whispered, “Come on, let yourself go.”

  Alisha threw back her head as a cry of pleasure escaped her. Around his fingers, her sex squeezed, her upper body shaking as a climax rolled through her. Devon held her, stroking through the aftershocks until she lifted her head and caught his gaze, a brilliant smile breaking free as he slowly withdrew his fingers, caressing her folds and soothing as he left her empty.

  “Oh, God, I needed that.”

  Devon laughed. He met her halfway, accepting her kiss, wrapping his arms around her as she drove her fingers into his hair and kissed him with wild abandon.

  The sound of voices and laughter poured through the change room door as a group of students arrived early and flipped the lights on. Devon and Alisha pulled apart slightly, but he stayed in front of her, tugging her suit back over her sex and stroking softly before removing his hand.

  “Good timing.” Alisha’s gaze dropped to his groin, where he was still fully erect and ready for more. “We need to go elsewhere to deal with that.”

  “My cock and I would love to find a place to be alone with you.” She flushed so bright that he laughed. “Did I embarrass you using the word cock?”

  Alisha swung her legs out of the water and stood. “I’m used to you teasing me, but the sexual notes feel different now. Now that we’re going to . . .”

  Hell, yeah. “Now that we’re going to have sex?”

  Man, that fire in her eyes turned him on. Funny how it had driven him crazy when for years she’d directed it at him in competition, yet now he wanted nothing more than to see it focused on him while they were both naked and able to channel it into more pleasurable pursuits.

  She stood between him and the newcomers wandering onto the deck, blocking him from their view as she held out his towel. Devon didn’t really care who saw that he had a hard-on, but he smiled and accepted her help, wrapping the towel around his hips.

  “Where do you want to go? Want me to follow you home?”

  Alisha shook her head. “If it’s okay, can I . . . come to your place?”

  Devon stepped in close under the guise of handing over her water bottle. He tucked his lips beside her ear and spoke softly. “I have no problems with that at all. And no plans for the rest of the morning. Or afternoon.”

  Alisha’s eyes sparkled before she turned her back and walked away. Her ass mesmerized him before he pulled it together and got himself into the change room, rushing through a shower.

  It had been a hell of a long time coming, him and Alisha, and he wasn’t going to waste a minute.

  CHAPTER 9

  She’d rarely done this—pulled up outside a man’s house with the intention of going in and having sex.

  Not that there was anything wrong with the process, but most of her previous sexual experiences had been spontaneous. A movie night at a boyfriend’s house that turned into rolling on the couch until they were sweaty and satisfied. A party where she’d snuck away hand in hand with someone, and they’d impulsively responded to the heat between them. She’d had a handful of lovers over the years, none since she’d come to Banff.

  She’d never driven to someone’s house deliberately for a morning of sex. If she and Devon had simply moved from the hot tub to the fucking, she wouldn’t have had to deal with this awkward sensation.

  He’d beaten her home. He had a small place in the back of a well-to-do neighbourhood. She parked in the second car slot and stared at the door as she worked up the courage to go in.

  She wanted this. Wanted him, that wasn’t the question.

  Dammit. She was a mental wreck and needed to slap some sense into herself. When had she become this timid, fearful creature? A flash of Vincent standing over her was far too quick to rise, far too accusing, and she cursed. No. Devon was not Vincent, and the mental comparison of the two made it much easier to persuade herself to get up and head toward the house.

  Devon was waiting for her, leaning on the railing outside the open front door. “I thought you were taking a nap.”

  “Building up my strength to jump you.” She grabbed him by the shirt lapels and kissed him.

  No hesitation on his part. He caught her in his arms and carried her into the house. Her bag fell from her shoulder, abandoned in the doorway as their tongues tangled. Alisha wrapped her legs around his hips, the ridge of his erection unyielding against her clit, and pleasure squeezed out a moan.

  He crowded her against the wall, harder pressure in all the right spots increasing her need by the second. The door swung away from them, jerking to a stop and rebounding open as it hit something. She didn’t care. Devon rocked his hips
against her and she lost a little more of her mind.

  She clutched them together, her strong legs helping him hold her upright. He grabbed her hair and tugged her head to the side, exposing her neck. His lips latched on, and her cry echoed into the room.

  “Yes, Devon. Oh, yes.”

  All of the resistance she’d put up over the past years—that willpower was totally and utterly gone, replaced with a hunger like she’d never known before. He kissed her again and stole her breath until she was shaking and desperate for him to fill her.

  Devon stroked her hair off her face. “Put your legs down,” he ordered.

  She rocked against him in protest, rubbing shamelessly in an attempt to drive herself closer to the edge.

  “Alisha.” He caught her hips and stilled her. “Don’t pout, and trust me.”

  He nipped at her lip before licking it gently, and she unwillingly unwrapped herself from him.

  Devon dropped to his knees, taking her pants to the floor, undies vanishing as well in seconds. She stared down, her heart pounding as he caught her under one knee and lifted her leg to the side, exposing her sex to his intent gaze.

  “Oh, Devon. Oh . . .”

  He buried his face between her legs—nothing soft, nothing gentle. His mouth in intimate contact, his tongue darting through her folds and pressing deep. Another swipe before he licked her clit hard, sending electric jolts cascading through her system. She dug her fingers into his hair and held on for dear life.

  Her other leg quivered, and she fought to stay vertical. Devon kept up his devilish assault, even as he pressed his free hand over her stomach and pinned her to the wall.

  Held secure by his strong grasp, she gave herself over to the sweep of sensation rocking her from top to bottom, his mouth making her pulse beat in far too many sensitive places.

  Outside a car drove past, the flash of blue clearly visible through the partially open door. Alisha rubbed her fingertips against Devon’s scalp, the thick fibers of his hair tangled around her fingers as she tugged him higher. Just a little higher to where—

  “Damn.” Her head crashed into the wall, unable to hold herself steady any longer as Devon bit her clit and shot her off the edge, propelling her into a climax that removed her power to stand.

  She didn’t need the strength. He rose to his feet, taking her with him. Stripping off her top and humming in satisfaction. “Good girl. No bra. I’d tell you how happy that makes me, but I can’t wait.”

  Alisha’s shoulders hit the wall again as he caught her by her neck and kissed her, the taste of her pleasure on his tongue in that brief, intense moment before she was hoisted higher and his lips wrapped around her nipple.

  Aftershocks continued to shake her, and there seemed to be a direct line between her core and his mouth. He pulled her nipple in, and a rush hit all the nerve endings on the left side of her body. He switched sides and she gasped for air. “Devon. Please. Oh God, please.”

  He let go and lowered her enough that he could rest his forehead on hers, staring straight into her eyes. “Please what, Alisha? Eat you out again? Lay you on the floor and fuck you with my fingers until you’re too boneless to move? Bend you over the back of my couch and—”

  “Yes. All of it, but first, fuck me. Give me your cock, dammit.”

  He grinned. “I knew you had it in you.”

  “Not yet, I don’t,” she complained. Alisha laughed with him, his laugh contagious as he adjusted his grip.

  “Wrap your legs around me again and hold on tight.”

  She followed his directions, and suddenly she was the one in control, clinging to his shoulders, her legs around his waist as he ripped open his zipper and pulled out his cock. She glanced down to see how he was doing, but the man was seriously talented. “How did you get that condom on so fast?”

  “Desperation,” Devon quipped. “Second time I promise to be more than a minute man, but dammit, I’m not going to last.”

  He caught her by the hips, made one slight adjustment. The broad head of his cock bumped her sex, and he caught her gaze.

  Waited for a second. Watched her.

  Alisha nodded, fingernails digging into his shoulders. She needed this as badly as he did. “Do it. Fuck me.”

  The final word exploded out louder than she’d planned as he thrust upward. A deep penetration, the hard width of his shaft stretching her wide.

  He squeezed his eyes shut as if in agony for a second before breathing deeply through his nose and smiling. “Sweet miracle of miracles, I’m finally in your pussy.”

  The total satisfaction in his voice would have pissed her off if she hadn’t been thinking the same thing. “Less talking, more fucking. Or you planning on leaving your cock there for a while?”

  “Hush, I’m savouring.”

  He pulled his hips back slowly, and she couldn’t stop herself from sighing happily. “Feels so good.”

  “I’m about three seconds away from rutting on you like a madman, so don’t do anything wild,” he warned.

  She dug her nails into his shoulders harder. “Maybe I like madmen.”

  That was all it took. She was crushed to the wall, his mouth over hers again as he kissed her. His cock slammed in deep, harder and faster on each thrust until they gasped together. The tingle of orgasm that had never really left her ebbed upward, and when he adjusted his angle, cradling her knees in the crooks of his arms, she caught him by the ears and pulled him away in time to climax, her vision going blurry as she stared into his blue eyes.

  Devon slowed for a few strokes as she squeezed around him, gasping for air. She was nowhere close to being on the way to recovery before he changed tempo again, palms tight to the wall, over her like a wild animal.

  Alisha hung on the best she could, shocked that before he came, she’d peaked again. Or maybe her orgasm simply hadn’t stopped. But when he buried himself to the root, their groins meshed together, another wave hit, pleasure encompassing her body.

  Nothing left in her brain but sheer physical bliss.

  Devon scooped her toward him slightly, his hands firm on her naked back as he dropped in unsteady jerks to the floor. They ended up in a compact pile, her in his lap with his cock embedded in her sex. He slipped his arms from under her knees and cradled her closer, his warmth a blanket around her as they fought to catch their breaths.

  Devon pressed his lips to her temple and let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Okay, I’m good for us to start now.”

  She laughed. “Start?”

  “Hell, yeah. That was to take the edge off. You didn’t have any plans for the day, did you?”

  Sex all day long sounded perfect right now. “If you feed me, I’m yours.”

  Devon tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her lips to his. This time the kiss was far more tender. Still made all the hyperactive hormones in her body stand up and cheer with excitement. He brushed their lips together softer and softer until the connection between them was merely a light caress, their breaths mingling as he spoke against her mouth.

  “I’ll feed you. Fuck you. Maybe do them both a couple times. Sound good?”

  “Such a dirty mouth.” Alisha grinned. “Sounds wonderful.”

  * * *

  What an answer to his cravings. That twist in his day had been the last thing he’d expected when he forced himself out of bed in the morning, but hell if he’d take it for granted. Or bitch about it either. He helped her up and dealt with the condom. Alisha took advantage of his distraction to snatch his T-shirt off the floor and pull it over her head.

  He retrieved his sweats and pulled them on, if only to stop the semi he was still wearing from hanging in the breeze.

  Alisha grabbed her bag from where it lay in the middle of the entrance, and he closed the door more carefully this time. Damn, had they really had sex with the door wide open?

  He couldn’t stop grinning, so he was pretty happy to see that she wore a nearly identical expression. “We’re going to have to work this out of our s
ystems before we go out in public or it’ll be damn obvious what we’ve been up to.”

  Alisha paused, her bag slung over her shoulder, socks on her feet, legs bare as she clutched her clothing in a fist. “Shit. The team.”

  Devon waved her farther into the house. “Don’t worry about them. We have other things to concentrate on professionally when we get together. They won’t care if we’re fooling around.”

  “But it’s not—”

  Devon wasn’t going to let her even start down that path. Not after she’d finally given in and let him have a taste of how hot they were together. “It’s not typical, no. When people are sleeping together it can impair their judgment in a rescue situation. But, Alisha, face it. I’m going to watch you like a hawk no matter what. Which is in no way different than what I’ve already been doing. We’re part of a team that’s been together for years. You think I haven’t been willing to make the tough, snap decisions up to now? To do whatever I could to save your ass?”

  She shook her head, following him into his bedroom. “You’re right. Our situation is different.”

  “Damn right it is. There’s no rule in Lifeline about sex between employees being out of line, and I’d be just as willing to take a hit for Xavier’s ass as for yours.”

  Alisha raised a brow. “Really? When will this hitting of asses take place, and can I watch?”

  Hell. “You know what I mean.”

  She tossed her bag onto the chair and grinned, crowding toward him. “I know you offered me food and fucking. Is there a particular order required to accept that deal?”

  Her hands slipped over his skin, a teasing caress as she stroked her way from his waist up to his chest. Devon groaned happily as her fingernails flicked his nipples. “How about we see how long we can last before eating? I have a bit of strength left.”

  “Me, too.” Alisha planted her palms against him, then pushed lightly. The force wasn’t enough to topple him to the mattress, not if he didn’t want to go.

  He was no idiot. He couldn’t think of anything better than ending up flat on his back, Alisha staring down at him with that naughty expression in her eyes.