Over Exposed

by Stephanie Julian

  He laughed at her breathless shock, throwing her jeans on the bench at the end of the bed. “Hell, we didn’t even get started and you’re already crying out my name.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. “You have no shame, do you?”

  “Nothing to be ashamed about in here. Damn, I can’t wait to get those legs spread. Sit up, babe, and let me take off that shirt.”

  She obeyed without hesitation, still shaking her head. The way he talked made her feel like she was a fizzy bottle of soda that had been shaken for days.

  Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he had it over her head in a flash. In the next second, his hands cupped her breasts, molding them through the satin.

  “Definitely crotchless panties. Damn, you are so fucking gorgeous.”

  No one had ever said that to her before. No one had ever looked at her the way Greg was looking at her now.

  She wanted to agree to anything he asked.

  Slippery slope. Oh, so very slippery . . .

  “What about you?” she asked. “Don’t I get to strip you?”

  “I’m glad you asked.”

  Releasing her breasts, he reached behind his head to grab his shirt and pull it over his head. Now her gaze was level with the center of his chest and she leaned forward to press a kiss right there.

  She heard him groan, low and deep, felt his hand cup her head, fingers threading through her hair. Those fingers clenched when she worked the button on his jeans through the hole then eased the zipper over the impressive erection pushing against it.

  Reaching for his waistband, she stopped when he put his hand over hers. “I think we’re gonna leave those where they are for now. Lay back, sweetheart.”

  She did what he wanted because it’s exactly what she wanted, too. But that little voice in the back of her brain began to pipe up again.

  Have a little backbone, girl. What the hell are you—

  Greg went to his knees at the side of the bed, spreading her legs with his hands on her inner thighs. Staring at the ceiling, she tried to breathe normally but couldn’t because he was opening her even more.

  She swore she felt his gaze on her like a heat ray—

  “You’re wet, baby. Have you been thinking about me?”

  “Greg . . .” Her fingers grasped at the silky comforter as his breath brushed along the inside of her thighs. Her pussy clenched and she felt even more moisture dampen her already wet panties.

  “I sure as hell have been thinking about you.” His breath drew closer to where she needed him to be, his fingers stroking closer to the edges of her panties as he wedged his shoulders between her thighs to hold her open. “I think you’re becoming a serious addiction.”

  He put his mouth directly over her clit, nipping at her through her panties. The sensation was decadent and all the air rushed from her lungs as he made her panties even wetter than they had been.

  When he moved to the bare skin of her thigh she wanted to complain, but then he bit her. Not hard. Just enough for the sensitive nerves at that spot to send heated pulses through her body, making her back bow. He made a growling sound of approval as he bit his way up her leg, deliberately avoiding her mound as he headed to her other thigh.

  It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

  She reached for his head, but he withdrew. “Grab the other side of the mattress, babe. Stretch out for me. There you go. I’ll apologize to Kate later.”

  His muttered last sentence didn’t make sense until she heard the distinctive sound of satin ripping.

  She couldn’t find it in her to care. As long as—

  He put his mouth directly over her core for an intimate kiss that made her writhe so much he had to put his hands on her hips to keep her from bucking away from him.

  But, oh, my God, she didn’t think she could stand the overwhelming sensations.

  He used his tongue and lips in ways she’d never imagined, evoking so much pleasure. He used the flat of his tongue to lick at her clit, the rough surface just abrasive enough to make her shudder. His lips sucked at her tender folds until they were plump and so slick.

  His single-minded focus brought her to the edge of orgasm twice. Each time, he eased off just as she was about to come and now she lay panting and shaking.

  “Greg, please.”

  “That’s what I love to hear. You asking me for what you want.”

  “Then give me what I want.”

  His low laugh made her internal muscles shimmy. “Soon enough. First I’m going to suck on those pretty nipples.”

  Her breasts tightened to a point just below pain and, when he sucked one between his lips, still wet from her juices, she felt a short, jolting orgasm that made her moan.

  He looked up at her. “That’s one.”

  Heat suffused her face. “You are not going to count my orgasms.”

  “If I don’t, how are we going to keep score?”

  She lifted onto her elbows to find him grinning at her, his hands braced on the bed on either side of her body.

  He looked breathtakingly sexy, with his hair hanging around his face, and that smile and those eyes that promised so much more pleasure.

  She had to smile back. All sense of embarrassment, all thought of propriety was blown away by the strength of his desire for her.

  He made her want to be bad. Or maybe she’d always had it in her but he’d been the only one to bring it out.

  She didn’t care. She liked it.

  “Then maybe I need to count yours.”

  Laughing, he bent to kiss her and she felt his laughter against her lips, her chest, deep inside.

  “You do that, but I can assure you, you’ll have more than me.”

  “Is that a challenge?”

  His eyes widened, surprise and something wicked lighting in the depths. “Honey, I love a challenge. And I never lose.”

  She cocked her head to the side, feeling her hair waterfall over her shoulder, and watched him shift his attention. “But you’ve never played with me.”

  He leaned down to lick her other nipple before he took the tip between his teeth and bit. A breath hissed between her lips and she caught back a moan. The muscles in her abdomen, thighs, and arms all clenched. But this time, she staved off the immediate surrender, knowing he’d deliver later. And knowing the buildup was sometimes just as satisfying as the payoff.

  “That’s right, sweetheart. Make me work for it. I like that.”

  He played with her breasts for several wonderful, tortuous minutes. Then he pushed her flat on her back, shifting her farther onto the bed so he could crawl onto the mattress beside her. The king-size bed gave them more than enough room to spread out.

  She found herself sprawled on her back while Greg discovered every erogenous point on her body.

  Like the one behind her ear where all he had to do was breathe on her to make her shudder. Or the one on her wrist that he found when he lifted her hands above her head and held them there with one hand while his other stroked down her abdomen. That one led him to the one on the inside of her thighs, which he bit, pushing her closer to another meltdown.

  When he slid back up her body after making her moan and writhe, she used the split-second it took him to move to reverse their positions.

  He let her push him onto his back. If he hadn’t wanted to go, she’d still be on hers.

  She was breathing more heavily than he was, a situation she planned to change in the next several minutes. And when she looked down and found him grinning up at her, she knew exactly what he was thinking. He was going to make her work for his surrender.

  Pausing for a beat, she smiled down at him then pushed herself onto her knees next to him.

  Lacing his hands behind his head, he watched her contemplate his jeans.

  “Go ahead. Take ’em off.”

  Since that
’s exactly what she’d planned to do, she paused, putting her hands on her hips and staring at him with raised eyebrows.

  “I’m not sure you deserve to have my mouth on you yet.”

  “How about your hands? Tug my zipper down. I need a little relief here.”

  Her gaze slid down his body to his crotch. The bulge behind the placket did look a little painful. She’d already undone the button and she could just see the tip of his penis peeking out of the tiny gap.

  Instead of reaching for the tab, she touched the tip of her tongue to her top lip as she reached out and ran the pad of one finger over that soft, soft skin.

  She heard him suck in a short breath, his abs flexing in fascinating patterns. Her finger gravitated to those muscles, petting through the valleys and dancing over the ridges.

  “Pretty.”

  He huffed out an amused sound. “Not sure what you’re talking about so I’m just going to say thank you. And if you don’t do more than touch me with that finger and stare at me, you’re gonna find yourself flat on your back again and me fucking you through a couple more orgasms.”

  Her cheeks flared with heat, which spread throughout her whole body.

  “That doesn’t seem very fair. And shows a distinct lack of control on your part.”

  “I know. And that’s typically something I don’t have to worry about.”

  His tone held the slightest hint of introspection and that’s not what she wanted. She didn’t want him thinking about anything but her and pleasure.

  She gave him her sexiest smile and watched his eyes narrow.

  Several months ago, when he’d taken those pictures of her in Kate’s lingerie, he’d told her to smolder. And she hadn’t understood what he’d meant until he’d gotten close enough to make her.

  She let the heat curled low in her body show through her eyes. And had the satisfaction of seeing how she affected him.

  His expression hardened, his eyes burning and his chest expanding to take in more air.

  “I think I like that you’re going to have to worry about it with me,” she said.

  Gripping the tab on his zipper between her thumb and forefinger, she began to ease it down. It came reluctantly, probably because his erection pressed against it so tightly.

  He hissed in a breath as she got near the end, but she knew she hadn’t hurt him. At least, she hadn’t caught him in the zipper. He may be in pain, but it was a good pain.

  “Why don’t you take them off for me? Wouldn’t want to damage anything.”

  He hesitated only a second before he grabbed the waistband and shoved his jeans and boxer briefs below his ass. Then he crunched his stomach and pulled up until he sat on the bed, working his jeans the rest of the way off his legs. Tossing them on the floor, he lay back. Beautifully, gloriously naked.

  She wondered what he would do if she asked to take pictures of him? Would he let her?

  Before he could do anything else, she straddled his thighs and put her hands on his chest. Her nails bit into his nicely defined pecs, just hard enough to leave a slight impression. His gaze glued to hers, she dragged her fingers down his torso, loving how his eyes narrowed the farther she got down his body.

  His cock bobbed, as if to entice her to stroke it, too. Instead, she let her nails graze the skin on either side.

  “Fuck. Do that again.”

  She obeyed, in the opposite direction, leaning forward while she did. She wanted to rub her breasts against his chest, feel the heat of his body. And press his cock against her clit, where she ached.

  Bracing her hands on either side of his shoulders, she leaned down to kiss him, her hair falling around his face, a curtain that shut out the rest of the room.

  He let her kiss him but she felt the control he was exerting to hold himself back. When he lifted his hands to push back her hair and twist it around his fingers, she thought he might take over.

  But he didn’t, and she gave herself over to the sheer pleasure of molding their lips together and slipping her tongue into his mouth. His heat made her want to breathe him in.

  Her nipples poked into his chest and, even though she hadn’t yet pressed her mound against his cock, she felt the heat radiating from him.

  Her moan felt like it came from deep inside and their kiss deepened. One hand cupped her jaw, the thumb stroking against her skin, while the other landed on her ass.

  The sharp sting made her suck in a quick gasp, even as her pussy clenched.

  Oh, God, she’d never thought she could be so turned on by even the slightest hint of pain. He smoothed a hand down the back of her thigh then back up again to knead her ass. She groaned as he traced the valley between her buttocks and reached the wet, hot channel between her legs.

  She broke away from his mouth to breathe when she felt his fingers slip through the folds of her sex. “Yes. Fuck me with your fingers.”

  She almost didn’t recognize her own voice, couldn’t quite believe she was the one saying these things. When she was with Greg, she became a different person. A sexy, confident woman with no inhibitions.

  A woman this man wanted.

  Her eyes closed and her head tilted down until they were forehead to forehead as he dipped his fingers into her channel, sliding two in just to the first knuckle.

  Then he withdrew. The next time, he went a little farther.

  Bent over him like she was, she didn’t have a full range of movement, but she could move just enough to rub his cock against her mound and manipulate his fingers in interesting ways.

  “You like that, don’t you?” His voice sounded so close to her ear, it was almost as if he spoke inside her head. “And I like that you’re so damn tight. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you again.”

  Suddenly, he impaled her with his fingers as far as he could go and pulled her head back to bite her neck.

  “Oh, my God.” She was so close to another orgasm and this time she didn’t care if she lost their little competition. She only wanted to come.

  Holding his fingers steady inside her, his mouth moved slowly up her neck. When he reached her chin, he nipped her.

  And stroked his fingers high inside her.

  She moaned into his mouth as he kissed, squirmed against his hand as he worked that spot until her body quivered from an overload of sensation. His fingers filled her, stroked her, coaxed her into coming apart again.

  He groaned as she rippled around his fingers. Releasing her hair, he gripped her hips. Then suddenly, he pulled out. Tears wet her eyes. She needed—

  A millisecond later, he shoved his cock inside her, making her cry out as she stretched to accommodate him. Her pussy welcomed him, tightening around him like a fist, drawing him deeper.

  “Up, baby. Sit up.”

  She did what he wanted, her brain barely functioning except to listen to him. Bracing her palms against his abs, she straightened, taking him even deeper, making them both gasp.

  She stayed still for several seconds, absorbing the feel of him being bigger in this position. Filling her until she thought she’d burst.

  His breathing sounded amplified and she opened her eyes to stare down at him. His eyes had narrowed to slits, his mouth flattened into a line she wanted to kiss. But she didn’t want to move and lose this sensation.

  Greg had other plans.

  Hands on her hips, he urged her to lift up then sink back down.

  God, yes. His cock hit all sorts of different erogenous zones inside her body and her burgeoning orgasm felt like a living thing, hungry and not about to stop.

  She took over the rhythm after a few seconds, her body understanding what he wanted. Working her thighs, she rode him harder and harder until her ass slapped against his thighs.

  When he no longer needed to guide her, he released her thighs and reached for her hands. Their fingers meshed as she rode him, thei
r gazes locked.

  His face showed the strain of holding back his orgasm. She didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted that tic on her scorecard.

  Tightening her pussy around him each time she slid down on him, she watched with growing satisfaction as he lost that grip on his control.

  He was breathing like a freight train now and when his eyes closed that last tiny bit, she swiveled her hips, just enough to make his cock twist in the slightest way—and grinned in triumph when he groaned, his head kicking back into the mattress as his hips pressed forward.

  His finger bit into her hips as he held himself deep and came inside her.

  Without a condom.

  * *

  Greg realized what he’d done a millisecond after it happened.

  And he still didn’t pull out.

  No, he lay there staring at the ecstasy on her face and thought, Mine.

  Yeah, but for how long?

  A few seconds later, she collapsed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

  His cock continued to twitch inside her. The feel of her squeezing his bare flesh was something he wouldn’t give up for all the money and power in the world. But, Jesus . . . There could be consequences.

  “Bree. We didn’t use a condom.”

  She didn’t say anything right away, her breathing continuing to slow as the seconds passed.

  Finally, she sighed. “I know. It’s okay. I’m on the Pill.” She paused. “And I’m fine. I mean, there’s nothing you should be worried about. Healthwise, I mean. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize until it was too late—”

  “Whoa. Hey, that’s not why I said anything. This is not your fault. It’s mine.” His arms tightened around her as she stiffened against him. “You’ve got nothing to worry about from me. I’ll get you my health records later today if you want.” He paused, thinking. “I can’t honestly tell you the last time I had sex without a condom. I just don’t want you to think I don’t care about what happens to you.”

  After a few deep breaths, she tried to move but he refused to let her. He wanted her right where he had her for as long as he could keep her there. He liked the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest and her hands in his hair.